Ancient Fiend Dragon Emperor-Chapter 1891 - 1890: Top 20?

"Huff... huff..."

Having narrowly escaped a life-and-death crisis, Su Han, Ling Xiao, and Ye Xiaofei were all gasping for breath.

Su Han was slightly better off, but Ling Xiao and Ye Xiaofei’s faces were completely pale, their eyes still filled with lingering fear.

Lin Fengjie’s gaze remained fixed on Su Han, his lips twitching unsure of how to begin speaking.

The middle-aged man stood trembling on the side, secretly regretting.

If he’d known earlier, he would have let them in from the start. After all, there were only three of them, and the strongest was just at the Divine Sea Realm. In the stronghold of the Qing Emperor Sect, even if they had bad intentions, how much of a stir could they cause?

Now, things were worse; not only did they nearly die, but they also alarmed the Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor!

If this was pursued, even if he died ten thousand times, it would be hard to absolve his guilt.

"Ahem, um..."

After a long silence, Lin Fengjie looked for words.

"There’s something I want to ask you."

Su Han directly interrupted him, staring at Lin Fengjie, "Do you think I enjoy coming here to court death?"

Lin Fengjie almost spat out old blood, hurriedly saying, "Su... Eighth-Rate, don’t blame me, I really didn’t expect a starry sky storm to appear, and in just an hour. Your luck is just too good..."

"What did you say?!" Su Han felt a surge of anger, tempted to strangle Lin Fengjie.

"My fault, it’s all my fault!"

Lin Fengjie admitted guiltily, "Uh... please try to understand, some things are truly out of my control, which is why this happened."

"I won’t thank you." Su Han snorted coldly.

Although a strong expert made a move, very likely the Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor, Su Han was right; he indeed wouldn’t feel grateful.

If Lin Fengjie had handled things properly, would the three of them have faced such a crisis?

But there’s no point in complaining; it’s not like they could actually do anything to Lin Fengjie.

"You don’t need to thank me, really, no need!"

Lin Fengjie paused slightly, then said quietly, "I’m already grateful you aren’t scolding me..."

Su Han almost laughed in exasperation, shaking his head, "So, shall we leave? Or are we just going to stand here forever?"

"Yes, yes, let’s go. I’ve already prepared a lavish banquet for you, I’m sure you’ll be satisfied, haha!"

As Lin Fengjie turned around, the middle-aged man was still standing behind, his expression suddenly cold. "Why aren’t you leaving?!" he barked.

The middle-aged man acted as if he had been pardoned, promptly retreating.

Su Han glanced at him but said nothing more.

As a member of the Qing Emperor Sect, he was obligated to strictly follow their orders. Though rigid in thinking, he was ultimately conscientious of his duties.

...

As they traveled along, the incident with the starry sky storm was already forgotten by those present.

The astonishingly dense spiritual power hung in the air like a viscous liquid, enveloping every part of the space.

Ling Xiao and Ye Xiaofei both squinted comfortably, nearly giving in to the urge to sit down cross-legged and directly cultivate.

With one having the Heaven-Swallowing Demon Body, and the other with a terrifying cultivation speed, if they truly could cultivate here long-term, even if it couldn’t match devouring spirit crystals, their speed would still be incredibly fast.

"The one who acted earlier—if I’m not mistaken, it should have been the Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor, right?" Su Han asked as they walked.

"Mm..."

Lin Fengjie nodded.

"Seems the people from Qing Emperor Sect aren’t quite pleased with me," Su Han glanced at Lin Fengjie.

"What do you mean by that?" Lin Fengjie asked.

"Heh..."

Su Han chuckled, "If they were pleased, you wouldn’t have had a First Grade Divine Sea Cultivation Base to appease me with."

Lin Fengjie immediately looked embarrassed, "Ah... I’m really sorry about that."

"No need for apologies, I just hope that the people of Qing Emperor Sect will show me some kindness," Su Han said plainly.

Lin Fengjie hesitated a bit before saying, "Su Han, even though I am the Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor’s son, you know that there are Twelve Ancestral Emperors within Qing Emperor Sect. My father can’t have the final say. If someone is truly targeting you, as long as it’s not too excessive, I think... you shouldn’t mind them. Wait for the Heavenly Talents Tournament, then with real strength, slap them in the face, that’ll be satisfying, don’t you think?"

"Seems like someone really does dislike me..."

Su Han laughed at Lin Fengjie, "Look at yourself, as a legitimate son of the Ancestor Emperor, you should appear overly domineering to outsiders, yet why do I not see a trace of that from you?"

"True, if only I were named Lin Jian instead of Lin Fengjie," Lin Fengjie sighed self-mockingly.

Su Han paused slightly, saying nothing further.

It was clear that what burdened Lin Fengjie likely came not only from the rivalry among the descendants of other Ancestor Emperors, but most from his elder brother, Lin Jian!

Lin Jian, one of the Top Ten Young Masters, ranked fourth, nicknamed Wuhen.

Lin Fengjie had previously mentioned to Su Han that his mother was not the legitimate wife of the Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor, while Lin Jian’s mother was.

Su Han found it somewhat amusing. Only in such Grand Powers would such issues arise.

For someone like Xiao Yuhui or Xiao Yuran, was there any distinction between proper wives and concubines?

It’s simply because the Illusion Clear Ancestor Emperor somewhat favored Lin Jian, which led to the current situation.

"Su Han."

Lin Fengjie suddenly stopped, turned to look at Su Han, with a serious expression, and said solemnly, "In this Heavenly Talents Tournament, you must help me secure a good rank, consider it a plea!"

Su Han was stunned.

Ling Xiao and Ye Xiaofei exchanged glances and distanced themselves slightly, apparently to avoid making Lin Fengjie feel awkward.

"Why the sudden change in demeanor?"

Su Han said with a smile, "The Lin Fengjie I remember isn’t like this!"

"The Heavenly Talents Tournament is my only chance to turn the tide. Even if my aptitude isn’t good enough to secure a top rank, at the very least, if the reinforcements I brought could achieve a good standing, my father will look at me differently, and so will the others in Qing Emperor Sect!" Lin Fengjie clenched his fists tightly.

Su Han understood his point.

The Heavenly Talents Tournament is truly a pinnacle event, teeming with freaks and swarming with heavenly talents.

It can be said that anyone who secures a high rank in such an event, as long as they don’t fall prematurely, is destined to become a super stronger safeguarding a region!

Lin Fengjie having such friends already indirectly reflects his identity and status.

And it’s not just Lin Fengjie; for all those who’ve roped in external aid, they all have this mindset.

"We’re friends."

Su Han smiled and patted Lin Fengjie on the shoulder, not saying anything definitive.

"No!"

Lin Fengjie urged, "You must promise me, at least make it into the top twenty in the Heavenly Talents Tournament. If you can enter the top ten, even better!"

"Top twenty?"

Su Han was taken aback, then chuckled, "I’ll try my best."