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

Han Cuiyin had just escaped her predicament and was carefully examining the ancestral hall.

She held the portrait in her hand, which hung at the highest point of the ancestral hall.

There, the marks left on the wall were exactly the same size as the portrait.

"I want to see what's so strange about Yan City. So many people came in just to fill the blood pool?" Han Cuiyin muttered to herself. "Who exactly is the blood pool nourishing?"

There was no bad aura about Yan Jue in the Spirit Stone House, so he was not the one who benefited.

"That thing on your uncle's body is the fake Yan Jue, right? Instead of guessing like that, you should hide in the back and take him down when he appears. What that white-bearded old man said may not be entirely true, so don't jump to conclusions too soon."

Moon Frost gently reminded me.

“Of course I know! Yan City is, after all, the ancestral land of the Yan family, and it should belong to my uncles. Now that I'm the only one here, I should hurry up and search for any treasures. As for Jingqian's matter, we'll have to find another way.”

Just as Han Cuiyin was about to take down the scroll, she realized that the contents on it had changed.

"Strange, the sun and vines are still there, so why has Yan Jue's portrait disappeared?"

Just as she was wondering, the true fire of the sun burst forth, and the sun in the painting broke free from the scroll and merged into the true fire of the sun.

The event happened extremely quickly, and Han Cuiyin and Yue Shuang had no time to react, watching helplessly as the True Fire of the Sun entered their dantian once more.

"How is this going?"

"What is depicted on the scroll may be the essence of the sun's true fire; at the moment they merge, the flames are even more intense than before."

This was also the first time Yue Shuang had met him, and she was a little unsure of what to do.

The lightning net trapped the scroll. "I'll keep it for now, so I can deal with any unusual activity."

Han Cuiyin nodded hurriedly, "Okay! We'll have to rely on you here. My cultivation isn't good enough, so I can't react as quickly as before."

The moment the scroll was rolled up, the entire city of Yan began to shake.

Just as they regained their footing, the ancestral hall began to collapse.

"Oh no! Get out of here right now! This painting seems to be the key to the ancestral hall. We can't stay here any longer." After saying this, Yue Shuang entered the little yellow ball and quickly flew away.

Han Cuiyin: "......"

What kind of pets did she keep? When danger came, she, as the owner, was the one who was abandoned.

After she went outside, she discovered that not only the ancestral hall, but the entire city of Yan seemed to be shaking, as if the earth had turned upside down.

"What did I trigger? What was Yan Jue thinking, just watching Yan City be destroyed?"

Han Cuiyin smiled helplessly and rushed towards the open space.

"Ouch~ Brother-in-law, go easy on me!" Yan Dali cried out in pain, snatched the bruise-reducing medicine from Zhao Feilan's hand, and applied it to the painful area himself.

Zhao Feilan was relieved to be free and went to the entrance of the cave to observe the changes in the blood pool.

Luo Jingqian was related to him by blood, and he was worried about how to explain the child's disappearance to his sister and brother-in-law.

"Where exactly is the Yan family's territory? I followed the map exactly, so how did I end up here? I have no recollection of what happened along the way?" Yan Dali rubbed his hands together, then poured some ointment into his palm and patted it directly onto the painful area.

He woke up here and found himself here. The red pool at the bottom of the cave was heartbreaking to look at.

If you accidentally fall in, who knows where you'll be swept away to.

"Brother-in-law, do you have any painkillers? My stomach feels like it's going to burst, it's so uncomfortable!"

After dealing with the physical pain, the internal pain constantly reminded him that he had overeaten.

“You’ve eaten a lot of roasted meat for several days in a row, only taking in and not giving out, so of course you’re feeling unwell.” Zhao Feilan came in and tossed him a small bottle of spiritual spring water. “Drink it in small sips; if you drink too much, you’ll explode and die.”

Yan Dali was about to gulp down his drink when he quickly took a small sip. "I've been eating barbecue all these days? Can that stuff even be eaten? I can't remember at all."

His family appeared poor, but in reality, they had no shortage of money. Although their food and drink were simple, he could still enjoy delicacies in private. He didn't like roasted food.

Even when he was extremely hungry, he carried dry food with him, and since there was water in the cave, he could survive for a while.

“I advise you not to know.” Zhao Feilan said meaningfully, then took the map from Yan Dali’s hand. “This is the map passed down through generations of your Yan family? Did your ancestors ever come here?”

The map shows complex terrain, with key points marked in vermilion.

If he guessed correctly, they were actually in the Yan clan's territory at that moment.

The place where Cuiyin just disappeared might be the key.

"Of course we haven't been there! Our Yan family has been trapped in Yan Family Village for a long time. Except for our direct descendants who can come and go freely, it is extremely difficult for others to enter and leave."

Yan Dali felt somewhat downcast as he recalled the events of the past few years.

His father rarely returned to Yanjiacun when they were young so that they could live more freely.

Only after the three brothers grew up did their father reveal the secret of the Yan family.

However, they were all ordinary people without any extraordinary abilities, so they naturally dared not venture into the Pinglian Mountains. Their ancestors had been in the same situation.

He was tempted by the idea because his two sons and niece Han Cuiyin were successful, so he decided to give it a try.

Little did he know that the very heart of the Pinglian Mountains was fraught with danger.

Now not only is he involved, but his brother-in-law and Cuiyin are also involved, and it's unclear when they'll be able to go back.

"Do you know how to get to the clan's territory?" Zhao Feilan asked, interrupting Yan Dali's thoughts.

"Of course I know! It's just that..." Yan Dali stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

"But what? What needs to be done? Since your ancestors left behind the Yan clan's territory and maps, they naturally hoped that their descendants could obtain those things." Zhao Feilan thought he was unwilling to say it out loud. "I will not covet them; they are all your Yan family's. As for the child in Shunhua's belly, I will naturally make other plans for him."

“Brother-in-law, am I that petty? I think I gave the token for entering and leaving the clan territory to Cuiyin.” Yan Dali scratched his head. “I forgot to ask her for it this time!”

"So, Cuiyin's disappearance from the pit just now wasn't a coincidence, but because she had a token?" Zhao Feilan stared speechlessly at his brother-in-law, unsure of what to say.

You say he's not good to his niece, yet he's willing to give the most important thing in the Yan family to Cuiyin; but if you say he's good to Cuiyin, then she's been treated no differently than a maid since childhood.

“I had wanted her to have something to protect herself, so I put it in a brocade pouch. It’s an heirloom from her ancestors. This jade bow gives people courage and good luck. The Han family is a den of wolves, so naturally I can’t rest easy.”

"A jade bow?" Zhao Feilan was puzzled. The brocade pouch was so small, how could a jade bow solve the problem for Cuiyin? He didn't believe it.

Meanwhile, Han Cuiyin looked at the jade bow in mid-air with a puzzled expression, "Where did this come from?"