Peerless Beauty: Picking Up a Beast as My Husband

While Ye Huasheng was overjoyed at obtaining the Fire Spirit Crystal, things were in an uproar elsewhere.

"His Majesty has already used a secret treasure to keep the Fiery Dragon Ruins open, so what's going on? Why did the ruins suddenly close automatically?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Quickly use the Soul-Chasing Hounds to catch up with these ruins! His Majesty is still inside!"

"Look, these ruins are falling down to the mortal realm!"

"Ah! Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"

"Stop yelling! Do you want everyone to know that our Lord has fallen to the mortal realm? Let's go down too!"

Then, they arrived in the lower realm, panting heavily.

"The spiritual energy in this lower realm is so thin that it's hard to breathe!"

"I'm afraid there's something even more suffocating. Look at this crowd; it seems the ruins opened automatically but then closed again."

"What! We're late again! Your Majesty is at a crucial moment in your breakthrough. What if you're accidentally turned back into your original form? Although everyone in the lower realm is like an ant, if Your Majesty is turned back into your original form, your power will be weakened for a period of time, and you won't even be able to defeat these ants."

"Can you please shut your mouth and stop jinxing me!"

"At this point, all we can do is wait for the ruins to reopen."

“We can’t stay in the lower realm any longer, or we’ll be automatically expelled. You go back first, and we’ll take turns waiting for His Excellency here.”

"it is good."

At this moment, in the Valley of Fireflowers within the ruins.

Not everyone can adapt to the environment here as well as Ye Huasheng.

The Valley of Flames is filled with blooming flowers, but strangely, these flowers are not composed of colorful petals, but rather of clusters of flames. Some are round, some are oval, and they have all the shapes that flowers should have, but their attack power is very strong.

Two people were standing among the flowers: one was old and frail, and the other was young and handsome.

"Let me see, isn't this the genius young master of the Su family? What's wrong? The ruins appeared so suddenly, and you didn't even bring any guards. Young man, as your senior, let me remind you, it's dangerous ahead. You should stay here and wait patiently; you might still be able to get out alive."

"Ye Wanhai, don't pretend. I've seen through the true nature of your two lineages. You're just a collateral branch, and you've only reached the second level of Spirit Master at your age. If I were you, I would have hidden myself away long ago and wouldn't dare to wander around."

The old man named Ye Wanhai's face turned bright red. That's right, he wasn't very talented, so he only reached the second level of Spirit Master in his fifties. On the other hand, the Su family's boy was not only a direct descendant, but also very talented. He was already a third-level Holy Spirit Warrior at the age of twenty-two. He would probably be able to easily advance to the Spirit Master level before he turned thirty.

But so what? Whether one can become a Spirit Master or not depends on whether one survives.

He smiled smugly:

“Young man from the Su family, I know that every family has its secret techniques. I bet I won’t dare to lay a hand on you. However, if you die by accident in these ruins, it will have nothing to do with me.”

Su Fengyang's heart sank, but his expression remained calm. He was right. Even though he couldn't use storage artifacts here, he was wearing many defensive artifacts, as well as a special token made for him by his family. The token contained a wisp of his ancestor's divine consciousness. If he died, the token would automatically break, and the divine consciousness would record the last thing he saw before he died and then return to the Su family.

Before he could figure out how Ye Wanhai would deal with him, Ye Wanhai launched an attack, but instead of targeting him, it was aimed at the fiery flower bushes in front of him.

Then he flew directly into the sky and headed towards the palace.

"Haha, you're still not a Spirit Master after all!"

Indeed, Su Fengyang was not a Spirit Master, so he could not fly. The fire flowers were blooming peacefully, but they were suddenly attacked. They grew rapidly, and their petals turned into towering flames that rushed towards Su Fengyang, determined to completely engulf him and turn him into their own nourishment.

With nowhere to retreat, Su Fengyang was surrounded by flames. He hurriedly activated the defensive magical artifact at his waist, which unfolded a defensive barrier, but it was instantly engulfed by the fire. As it shrank smaller and smaller, Su Fengyang could even feel the heat emanating from it.

At that moment, a flash of white light appeared amidst the red flames. The white light grew larger and larger, and then a young man dressed in purple appeared before him. He held some kind of weapon in his hand and actually cleaved the overwhelming flames in half.

Then he reached out his hand to him, and a crisp sound rang out:

"What are you all standing there for! Let's go!"

Upon hearing this, Su Fengyang gripped his hand without hesitation. The person who had pulled him back from the brink of death was none other than Ye Huasheng! After regaining her strength, she chose a branch of the Firewood that grew in a place rich in spiritual energy as her weapon and continued forward. From afar, she overheard Ye Wanhai's conversation with the young man. The Ye family was truly devoid of good people; the enemy of my enemy is my friend. Therefore, when she saw Ye Wanhai intending to kill the young man, she made her move.

Unsure if the sea of ​​fire would harm her, she grabbed the boy's hand and ran forward. She discovered that each place was independent, so as long as she left the sea of ​​fiery flowers and got to the other side, she would be safe.

She would never know that at that moment, the boy she was holding onto had a light in his eyes.

Looking at the boy's back in front of him, Su Fengyang felt that Ye Huasheng was a god, a faith, and also the calamity of his life.