The cannon fodder heiress trembled with fear after being recognized as a member of her family.

Han Cuiyin arrived at the city gate and stopped.

This space, transformed from a wasteland into a vibrant place, draws its vitality from the spiritual energy within her set of jewelry crafted from top-grade spirit stones.

Along the way, there was only a little greenery, and no treasures appeared.

Han Cuiyin carried the Jade Five Elements Staff but found nothing of value. When she arrived at the city gate, her pockets were still empty.

Is this character actually the same as the character "颜"?

Only her muttering could be heard at the city gate; all else was silent.

"Yan Cheng?"

She stood at the city gate for a long time before she could vaguely make out the characters on the city gate plaque.

At this moment, she could only think of the direct line of the Yan family.

The ancestral land of the Yan family's collateral branch is located in Xiajing'ao, while this is the territory of the Yan family's direct branch.

"I haven't had a chance to look at Yan Qingping's jade tablet yet. I really should take a look at what's written on it."

Without thinking, she acted immediately. She had just obtained the jade pendant and before she could react, a feeling of weightlessness came over her, and the scene changed in a flash.

"Where will this teleport you to?"

Han Cuiyin had sensed the teleportation earlier, but she remained calm and wanted to see what would happen next.

Looking around, the walls of the room were all made of top-grade spirit stones, completely different from those outside the city.

She stared intently at the portrait hanging on the north wall. "Why would someone so wealthy covet my set of jewelry made from top-grade spirit stones? What will I do to save my life if I end up in some forbidden spirit land?"

The only decoration in the entire room was this portrait.

Above is an old man with a white beard, the sun is above his head, and there are messy vines at his feet.

Han Cuiyin wanted to verify her thoughts at this moment, so she did not lower her voice.

If this place is related to the Yan family, they certainly won't harm her easily.

The room was empty and as quiet as ever.

Seeing this, Han Cuiyin was not discouraged and began to talk about the Yan family.

When she mentioned that a branch of the family had become the clan leader, the portrait seemed to move a few times.

Seeing that it was effective, she naturally continued speaking without embellishing the story; it was already a fact that the status of the direct and collateral branches of the Yan family had been reversed.

However, the portrait did not cause any disturbance, and it seemed that everything before was just her imagination.

Helpless, Han Cuiyin could only bring up Yan Qingping and how they had dealt with Yan Qingping's branch.

She refused to believe it. The direct branch of the Yan family had been suppressed for so long, and now that they were finally standing up, their portraits would surely reveal some clues.

Before returning to Yanjiacun, my uncle mentioned that the Yan clan's territory was located in the Pinglian Mountains.

At the time, she didn't think much of it. With this kind of experience, the ancestors of the direct line of the Yan family would not be inferior to those of the collateral branches.

This clan's territory is fraught with danger.

If not for the Yan family bloodline, they might not have been able to leave the core area of ​​the Pinglian Mountains alive.

The portrait seemed to tremble, and laughter could be heard faintly from within it, not clearly audible.

At this moment, Han Cuiyin unleashed her trump card: the jade tablet appeared, and the laughter in the portrait abruptly ceased.

A faint divine soul of a collateral ancestor appeared within the jade tablet, and a fierce wind swept through the room, rushing straight towards the jade tablet.

The gale and the hurricane in the blood pool are no different.

Han Cuiyin's pupils contracted slightly, and her aura grew colder.

The white-bearded old man in the portrait appears and rushes straight towards the jade tablet.

The two attacked without any restraint, their stance clearly indicating their intention to tear each other apart and devour one another.

With the wooden fish protecting her, Han Cuiyin coldly watched the spirits fighting in the middle, her anger surging.

"Calm down!" A faint lightning bolt struck her body, and Yue Shuang gently reminded her, "Luo Jingqian may not be without hope. In a moment, you should capture that white-bearded old man and question him. I think his movement technique is no less than that of the hurricane in the blood pool."

“Good! Seize the opportunity to capture him, and I will interrogate him thoroughly. I will eventually find out Jingqian’s whereabouts. Also, the Pinglian Mountains, starting from the central area, are full of strange things, which may be related to the Yan family.”

After calming down, Han Cuiyin didn't have much reverence for this ancestor of the Yan family.

"Don't worry! Let them fight it out first. These two seem to have a long-standing grudge, and we might get some unexpected gains later." Yue Shuang protected Han Cuiyin while still keeping an eye on the two fighting spirits.

The ancestors of both the direct and collateral branches of the Yan family were indeed formidable.

"Are you confident? These two should be at the same level as my master, but I don't know why they've turned out like this. Be careful when you make your move, or they might just devour you as a snack."

If Han Cuiyin hadn't had the wooden fish in her hand, she wouldn't have dared to openly watch them fight like this.

The wooden fish can subdue all spirits, and these two are no exception.

"The old man with the white beard has won. The outcome will be decided soon. I'm going to catch them now."

The little yellow ball transformed into a wooden fish, and when it got nearby, a net formed by lightning caught them.

"Ah~"

"Ah~"

"You little brat, how can you not distinguish friend from foe!" the white-bearded old man shouted, his face contorted in pain. "As a member of my direct lineage, how dare you attack our ancestor!"

The member of the collateral branch burst into laughter, almost losing his balance, "Yan Jue, none of your juniors are on your side, haha~"

"Yan Mian, what's there to be proud of! Your descendants have all died out, which is a consequence of the sins you committed back then, hahaha~"

Han Cuiyin gestured for Yue Shuang to separate them, and then asked each of them in the net woven from lightning, "Yan Jue? Yan Mian?"

Yan Jue, with his white beard, nodded with a smile. "My name is Yan Jue. As a descendant of the Yan family, how can you be so rude?"

Han Cuiyin said calmly, "My surname is Han, and my mother's surname is Yan."

"Hahaha, I thought the direct line had produced a brilliant young talent, but it turns out he's just an outsider." Yan Mian mocked from the side.

If the two hadn't been separated by the lightning and electric net, they probably would have started fighting again.

"You're not allowed to speak when I ask you questions, and if you disobey, you'll get a lightning bath," Han Cuiyin said coldly.

Before Yan Jue could say anything more, Yue Shuang took action, causing him to be bathed in lightning ahead of time.

"You~"

Yan Jue didn't say anything more and fell completely silent.

"Is Yan City the territory of the direct branch of the clan?"

Yan Jue nodded quickly, afraid that if he was too slow he would be punished by lightning again; his spirit body couldn't withstand any more torment.

Where was Luo Jingqian taken?

Seeing that he was about to be punished by that wooden fish again, Yan Jue quickly said, "Let me think about it!"

"Why think about it? The hurricane that swept him away is exactly the same as your technique." Han Cuiyin remained calm, but the spiritual light of the jade five-element staff in her hand grew brighter and brighter.

If Yan Jue cannot explain it, she will definitely take action.

"I... there's something wrong with my spirit. There are some things I can't control. The Luo Jingqian you mentioned, he—he was swept into a spatial rift. His chances of survival are probably slim!"

Yan Jue said with his eyes closed.

"Him?" The white-bearded old man changed his tune very quickly, but Han Cuiyin still seized on the key point, "Wasn't it you who made the move at the blood pool?"

"Haha, there really's something wrong with your cultivation technique. No wonder you secluded yourself from the world all those years, if only—"

Yan Mian was about to continue speaking when Han Cuiyin signaled Yue Shuang to punish him with lightning power. "Shut up! It's not your turn to confess yet. Come one by one, none of you can escape!"