Chapter Fifty-Three: You Might Die If I Hit You

Chu Han's face darkened slightly. He stretched out his hands, and a bolt of lightning surged from his palms, instantly covering all the poisoned needles. Upon contact with the lightning, the needles dropped to the ground, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.

Of course, he remained vigilant, knowing these traps had only just begun; the relics left behind by a Dao Severing realm master would not be so easily obtained.

Having dealt with the poisoned needles, Chu Han entered the secret chamber. No sooner had he stepped inside than the heavy door slammed shut behind him, startling him. He hurried to inspect it, and his heart tightened.

It was a fixed barrier—on the chamber door lingered the aura of a Dao Severing realm master. With his own strength, it was impossible to open it. He had no choice but to continue deeper, hoping to find a way out.

He surveyed the chamber and found it was small, only a few square meters in size. In the center stood a round pedestal, upon which rested a scroll. The scroll was lined with tiny holes, and it was clear the poisoned needles had been fired from these apertures.

Chu Han stepped forward, reaching out to take the scroll. Before he could touch it, several bolts of lightning struck from the surroundings. Chu Han did not dodge; he allowed the lightning to strike him, the current coursing through his body and being absorbed within.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly. As he had expected, the traps were unending, but fortunately, this one was lightning-based, and he was immune to lightning. All the energy was absorbed by him.

He picked up the scroll and tore it open. It turned out to be a set of palm techniques named Thunderbolt Palm, with lightning attributes. He was overjoyed—he had indeed come to the right place. Since it was left by a Dao Severing realm master, it must be extraordinary.

He stored the scroll and began searching for a way out, but disappointment followed. There were no mechanisms in this space; was entering it merely a trap with no escape?

Chu Han was not resigned to being trapped. He narrowed his eyes. Since his rebirth, his great vengeance was still unfulfilled; how could he be confined here?

He walked to the chamber door, raised his right fist, and struck it fiercely. Yet the door did not budge. With his current strength, it was clearly impossible to break a barrier left by a Dao Severing realm master.

He stroked the door. Since the master had already fallen, the barrier lacked a supply of true energy and could not persist indefinitely. There must be a way out.

He began searching for a weakness along the door and, as expected, found a tiny gap at the bottom, slowly widening. Clearly, without the master's energy, the barrier was about to collapse.

Seeing this, Chu Han was delighted. He raised his right fist, sending a bolt of lightning at the gap, and cracks appeared in the door, growing larger and larger. Finally, with a single punch, he shattered the entire door.

He stepped out, intending to enter the second chamber, when a sudden commotion rose outside. Apparently, someone had arrived. Chu Han's face darkened further. Since these were relics left by a Dao Severing realm master, he would not let anyone else claim them.

Soon, a group entered. To his surprise, there were familiar faces—Leng Ye and Zhang Han among them.

"Savior, what are you doing here?"

Leng Ye was stunned, not expecting Chu Han to be here. In fact, this was the very question Chu Han wanted to ask.

Upon hearing Leng Ye, Xiao Tianlong's gaze turned murderous, his face frosty, especially as he saw Leng Ye happily running to Chu Han's side—it infuriated him all the more.

Faced with Leng Ye's enthusiasm, Chu Han felt awkward and quickly put some distance between them. "How did you know about this place? Didn't I tell you to leave the mountain?"

"We came here to gather herbs. On our way down, we ran into some fellow disciples, so we returned together. Just now, we encountered several people from the Xuanming Sect, who said there was a Dao Severing realm master's tomb here, so we came to take a look."

Leng Ye recounted everything she knew. Chu Han's face twitched. No doubt, those Xuanming Sect members were the ones who had ambushed him earlier.

They were truly sinister, obviously unwilling to let him obtain these treasures and instead lured the Nine Immortal Island people here. No one would willingly let go of relics from a Dao Severing realm master; he might even be killed—a clever ploy to kill with a borrowed knife.

"But since you discovered this place first, we won't interfere. I only hope you will tell me your name, so Leng Ye can remember it always."

Leng Ye, sensing his thoughts, hurriedly explained, then blushed and lowered her head.

From a young age, she had been the pride of Nine Immortal Island's younger generation, hailed as a genius. Yet after venturing out, she realized there were always greater talents. When she was about to be killed by the Infernal Demon Ape, Chu Han appeared as if descending from the heavens and saved her life. His image had long since been etched deeply into her heart.

"My name is Chu Han. You should leave this place—the mountain is far too dangerous for you."

Chu Han sighed. Since she was so considerate, he could not say much more. However, while Leng Ye was understanding, the others were not.

"Leng Junior Sister, who said we can't take part? These things are ownerless; there's no first come, first served. Since we've discovered them, of course we should get our share."

Xiao Tianlong stepped forward, staring coldly at Chu Han, his words dripping with sarcasm. The other Nine Immortal Island members clearly felt the same. These were relics of a Dao Severing realm master; possessing them might allow one to ascend to that realm.

Hearing his words, Leng Ye's expression changed. She knew well what Xiao Tianlong implied. "Senior Brother Xiao, Chu Han found this place first. If we seize it by force, won't it tarnish Nine Immortal Island's reputation? I urge you to reconsider."

Her defense of Chu Han only further enraged Xiao Tianlong. He had never intended to let Chu Han go, and now it was even less likely.

"Chu Han, is it? I'll give you a chance. Get out of here. Also, I saw you open a chamber just now—hand over what's inside, and give me the demon core from the Infernal Demon Ape. Then I'll spare your life. How about that?"

Xiao Tianlong ignored her completely, pressing Chu Han step by step, his murderous intent barely contained, fists clenched, ready to act at any moment.

Chu Han could tell this fellow was of the Heavenly Palace realm—a formidable opponent. But he found him unimpressive. He was about to speak when Leng Ye stepped in front of him.

"Xiao Tianlong, he is my savior. If you dare harm him, I will never forgive you."

Her stern rebuke only drove Xiao Tianlong further into madness. Chu Han was no fool—after such obvious displays, he would have to be blind not to understand.

Clearly, Xiao Tianlong was interested in Leng Ye, but she had always defended Chu Han, so he targeted Chu Han at every turn. Of course, he also coveted the relics left by the Dao Severing realm master.

"Wretch, do you only dare hide behind a woman? If you're not convinced, let's fight. Whoever loses leaves."

Faced with his provocation, Chu Han shoved Leng Ye aside and stared coldly at him. "Fine, but I'm afraid that if I throw a punch, you won't survive."