System: Infinite Evolution into Qilin Bloodline

The night was as dark as ink, and the temple was completely silent, broken only by the occasional sound of the wind and the low growls of wild beasts in the distance.

Zhang Hao, Wu Tianzhen, and the others had already sensed the old lama's unusual behavior. They tacitly chose to pretend to be asleep, but in reality, they were all on high alert, preparing to deal with the unknown changes that were about to happen.

In the darkness, Zhang Hao's senses were exceptionally sharp. He could clearly perceive the subtle movements of the surrounding air and the approaching footsteps.

The footsteps were light and slow, yet they carried an undeniable sense of pressure, as if each step struck a nerve.

Finally, the sound of the door hinges turning was particularly jarring in the silence, and a faint ray of light shone in from outside the door, followed by the tall figure of the old lama slowly entering the room.

The knife in his hand gleamed coldly in the dim candlelight, making it look particularly eerie.

The old lama's gaze was like that of a hungry wolf eyeing its prey, greedily scanning everyone in the room before finally settling on Zhang Hao.

His eyes were filled with fervor and longing, as if he had seen a rare treasure that he had dreamed of for many years but could not obtain.

"What an incredible opportunity! To be able to foresee such a gifted young man in my lifetime. His skull, if made into a magical artifact, would at least be a spiritual artifact."

The old lama muttered to himself, his voice filled with both amazement and resentment.

A strange smile curled at the corner of his mouth, as if he had already foreseen all the benefits that would follow after killing Zhang Hao and taking his bones.

Although Zhang Hao kept his eyes closed, his mind was as clear as a mirror.

He could feel the chilling aura emanating from the old lama, as well as his greedy gaze that seemed almost tangible.

However, he did not show the slightest panic. Instead, he calmly adjusted his breathing, preparing to deliver a fatal blow at the crucial moment.

What he didn't expect was that everyone was experiencing this situation tonight entirely because of him.

It must be said that this old lama was a capable man, but he was too greedy and shouldn't have set his sights on himself.

The surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the old lama's breathing sounded particularly heavy in the silence.

He slowly raised the knife in his hand, the tip of the blade aimed at Zhang Hao's heart. At that moment, Zhang Hao could even feel the slight chill from the tip of the blade.

However, at this critical moment, Zhang Hao suddenly opened his eyes, a cold glint flashing in them.

He acted swiftly, subduing the old lama with lightning speed and taking the knife from his hand.

The whole process went smoothly without any delay.

"Who are you anyway?"

Zhang Hao's voice was deep and powerful, carrying an undeniable authority.

He stared intently into the old lama's eyes, trying to glean more information from them.

The old lama's face turned ashen instantly; he hadn't expected Zhang Hao to be so alert and skilled.

However, he did not answer Zhang Hao's question immediately, but looked at Zhang Hao with a complicated expression, as if he was thinking about something.

“You...shouldn’t have come here.”

The old lama finally spoke, his voice tinged with weariness and helplessness.

"But since we've come here, we're destined to become materials for me to make magical artifacts."

The night, like a heavy curtain, tightly enveloped the temple, leaving only a few flickering candlelight struggling to shine faintly in the darkness.

The sudden, sinister smile on the old lama's face was particularly chilling in the quiet and oppressive atmosphere, as if it were a sign that the gates of hell had been quietly opened.

He originally thought that his plan was flawless and would be enough to lure these uninvited guests into a trap without their knowledge, making them victims of his magical artifact creation.

However, the scene before him was like a bolt from the blue, completely shattering his confidence and arrogance.

Wu Tianzhen, Fatty, Yi Sa, and Ding Yudie, whom he thought were powerless to resist, were now as if controlled by an invisible hand, falling to the ground in unison and falling into a deep coma.

But among the drowsy crowd, Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin stood still, their eyes firm and sharp, as if they could pierce through the endless darkness and look directly into the old lama's deepest fear and despair.

The old lama was speechless with shock. His eyes widened, and his pupils no longer reflected greed and fanaticism, but rather disbelief and incredulity.

His hand trembled as he pointed at Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin, his voice laced with a hysterical roar:

"Why...are you all alright?"

I clearly added a special sleeping potion to the meat; even without eating it directly, the smell alone in the air is enough to knock someone unconscious!

His words were filled with confusion and resentment, as if he were questioning the injustice of fate, or searching for a reasonable explanation to comfort his broken heart.

However, Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin simply stared at him coldly, offering no response. Their silence seemed more powerful and more awe-inspiring than any words.

The old lama's shock gradually turned into anger and fear. He knew that his plan had completely failed, and these two young men were the fate he could not escape.

He struggled to his feet, trying to make a final stand and resist, but Zhang Hao and Zhang Qilin had anticipated his move. The two worked together seamlessly, restraining him firmly from both sides.

The old lama was unable to move under the restraint of the two men, and his eyes flashed with despair and madness.

He tried his best to break free from the constraints, but each effort only deepened his pain and sense of powerlessness.

He gasped for breath and called out in a hoarse voice:

"Tell me... how did you do that?"

Why are you able to resist my drug?

Zhang Hao laughed:

"Because we were prepared."

We have already seen through your trick.

The reason I didn't expose you directly was simply to see what you were really up to.

Upon hearing this, the old lama's face turned even paler, knowing that he had been completely exposed and had no chance of escape.

He lowered his head helplessly, and just then, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Don't kill me, I'll tell you a secret!"