The Peerless Emperor

At this moment, Lin Qian remained calm, saying nothing. He quietly extended his Soul Consciousness towards the woman beside the Cold Earth Clan Leader, Han Yuanjie, trying to probe her situation clearly.

Lin Qian had an intuition that this woman definitely had issues.

If this woman had been with Han Yuanjie for a longer period, he might find it more believable.

But looking at it now, the time was still too short.

This matter might involve something important, leaving Lin Qian no choice but to be cautious.

When both sides approached, Han Yuanjie also saw the appearance of the metallic Cloud Boat and remarked in amazement.

Looking at the other party, he couldn't help but speak with a smile: "Yan Yifei, you are really not very fair, are you? You let me come alone, yet you brought so many people yourself?"

"Also, where did you get this Cloud Boat? It's quite impressive. But a fully metal-constructed Cloud Boat, can it really fly? Won't it consume too much Soul Energy?"

Upon arrival, Han Yuanjie couldn't help but make a teasing remark, showing that his relationship with Yan Yifei was quite good.

When Yan Yifei saw the woman beside Han Yuanjie, his expression turned solemn, not in the mood for jokes: "What are you doing? Didn't I tell you to come alone and not alert others?"

Seeing Yan Yifei's serious demeanor, Han Yuanjie was momentarily stunned, realizing the other party seemed to place significant importance on this meeting.

Could there be some hidden story involved?

Soon, Han Yuanjie's pupils contracted, as he noticed a peculiar figure beside him.

That person turned out to be Wei Ziliang!

He actually came to Beixuan Heaven and accompanied Yan Yifei?

Wei Ziliang had risen abruptly within the nine heavens, known to others as a formidable Human Clan warrior, earning the name Wei Shen.

But they knew well that Wei Ziliang was a servant, almost a disciple, of their master.

His appearance made Han Yuanjie realize this trip wasn't as simple, regretting bringing his wife along.

Yet he also noticed a young human standing before Wei Ziliang, which shocked him greatly.

Upon focusing, he felt an icy chill over his body, his legs nearly giving way.

"Young Master?" Amid his shock and suspicion, he quickly regained realization. Despite the young human's resemblance to Lin Di, there were differences.

Compared to Lin Di, this young man seemed more handsome.

Han Yuanjie had realized this matter was indeed not simple.

"There's no problem." Lin Qian suddenly spoke, having discovered that Han Yuanjie was indeed himself, not an imposter from the Netherworld Clan.

"This is the only grandson of the Human Ancestor, you understand?" As Lin Qian's voice echoed in his mind, Yan Yifei hastily transmitted a Soul Consciousness message to Han Yuanjie, somewhat reproachful, "I told you not to bring anyone, yet you didn't listen. If you anger the Young Master, how will you handle it?"

At this moment, Han Yuanjie also felt like crying without tears. Who would have thought he would meet the grandson of the Human Ancestor, the son of Lin Di, the Young Master?

"You really should have just explained directly without any concealment," Han Yuanjie replied, somewhat annoyed.

"Humph, you do know that the one inviting you wasn't actually me, right?" Yan Yifei briefly recounted the previous events.

These words startled Han Yuanjie into a cold sweat, though he maintained composure, lost in thought.

As they approached to meet, Han Yuanjie stood before Lin Qian's regal presence.

But when they got close, Han Yuanjie realized the one before him wasn't Lin Qian's true self, but a Soul Energy Avatar.

Yet this Soul Energy Avatar wasn't only characterized by the features of the Enlightenment Realm, it was shrouded in a hazy golden light, very strange indeed.

"It seems you should know my identity by now," Lin Qian said, looking towards Han Yuanjie's position.

On the other side, Han Yuanjie respectfully saluted Lin Qian: "Young Master, I understand now. If there's any need, the Cold Earth Clan is at your disposal."

Hearing Han Yuanjie's words and observing his attitude, Lin Qian nodded with satisfaction: "Very good, then bring out the Cold Earth Seal."

At this moment, the Flame Gold Seal was already in Lin Qian's possession, and he was eager to see, what the Cold Earth Seal and Flame Gold Seal would serve here, that made the Netherworld Clan try to obtain these two seals from both clans.

At Lin Qian's request, Han Yuanjie naturally complied, not daring to resist. From his Grotto Heaven Soul Device, he took out the Cold Earth Seal, symbolizing the leader of their clan.

The Flame Gold Seal was an entirely gold and red entwined seal, appearing as if ablaze.

As for the Cold Earth Seal before him, it entwined blue and pale yellow, embodying the essence of the earth.

Just as Lin Qian reached out to receive the Cold Earth Seal, a hand suddenly flashed out, seizing the Cold Earth Seal.

The one who made the move was none other than the woman standing beside Han Yuanjie, his wife.

But at this moment, the woman's eyes gleamed sharply. After snatching the Cold Earth Seal, Soul Energy burst within her, and suddenly a hook appeared in her hand, which she thrust into Han Yuanjie's heart.

"Don't act rashly, his life is in my hands now." The woman, who seemed gentle and elegant before, now showed fierce determination, confident in her victory, "With this Soul Hook, at a thought, he will be utterly destroyed, dead beyond death."

"If you want him to live, then hand over the Flame Gold Seal."

Watching the woman's actions, Lin Qian and the other two showed no surprise.

Particularly Yan Yifei and Wei Ziliang, exhibiting looks of inevitability.

"Just as expected, Young Master, your discerning eyes are truly sharp," Yan Yifei praised from the side.

Lin Qian laughed lightly, saying: "Discerning eyes? Speaking of which, your old friend is much more formidable than me."

As Lin Qian finished speaking, Han Yuanjie, previously held hostage by the woman, suddenly dispersed into a wisp of Soul Energy, fading into the air.

"People of the Netherworld Clan, take a look at what you're holding," Lin Qian said humorously, observing the stunned woman.

The woman was startled, looking down, realizing she held not the Cold Earth Seal, but merely a piece of cold wood.

"Don't move!" In the next moment, a cold voice suddenly echoed behind her as a hand clasped her throat.

"Speak, what was your purpose, lurking by my side for so long?"