The Legend of the Princess' Counterattack

Chapter 493 Dispute at the Entrance to the Ruins

At dawn, a faint halo of light was sprinkled in an ancient and desolate valley. Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were dressed in tight clothes, their sleeves fluttering in the wind, and their figures looked particularly tall in the hazy morning light. They rushed all the way and finally arrived at the entrance of the rumored mysterious ruins.

Before getting close, I could hear the noisy and bustling sounds coming like a tide. Looking up, I saw that all kinds of cultivators had already gathered in the valley, like a colorful but turbulent sea of people. The flags of various sects and forces were flying in the air, embroidered with different logos, ferocious beasts, or strange runes, indicating their camps.

The atmosphere in the crowd was tense, like a gunpowder barrel that could be ignited at any time. In order to compete for the first opportunity to enter the ruins, some forces could no longer suppress their greed and eagerness, and took the lead in fighting. I saw a monk in black robes, with spiritual power surging around him, as if black flames were burning. They formed a tight sword formation, and the spiritual power in the sword formation flashed. A series of sharp sword energy whistled towards the opponent in front. The other party who was confronting them was wearing green robes, and the corners of their robes were embroidered with flowing cloud patterns outlined by silver silk threads. They did not show weakness and offered various magic weapons in their hands. There were bells emitting faint light, and the bells sounded crisp but hidden murderous intent. Every sound seemed to disturb people's hearts; there was also a huge flywheel, which spun rapidly, cutting the air, making a harsh whistle, and slammed into the sword formation of the black-robed monks.

The two sides fought back and forth, and where the spiritual power collided, the light flashed, the air wave rolled, and the surrounding sand and stones were blown away, hitting the innocent bystanders around. Some weaker casual cultivators were unable to dodge and were knocked down by the air wave. Their faces were full of fear, but their eyes also showed some helplessness and unwillingness. They knew very well that in such a dispute between such powerful people, they were just like ants, and their lives would be in danger if they were not careful.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen were not eager to get involved in this chaotic dispute. They flashed and quietly landed on the side of a relatively hidden mountain wall. Yun Yao raised her head slightly, her eyes calm and sharp, as if she could penetrate the crowd and see through their inner calculations. Her eyes reflected the chaos in the valley, and she said softly: "Chen, the situation is chaotic now, and these people have been blinded by interests. We must not act rashly. Let's wait and see, and find the best time to enter the ruins again."

Chu Mochen nodded slightly, holding the long sword tightly in his hand, the cold light on the scabbard flickered faintly, as if echoing the owner's state of mind. He looked at the battlefield with a cold gaze, and replied in a low voice: "Yao'er is right, this ruins is full of dangers, and it is so dangerous before you even step in. It is best to preserve your strength."

However, although they tried their best to keep a low profile, they were still as bright as the stars in the night sky, and their brilliance could not be concealed. Some people with ulterior motives had already secretly noticed their arrival. In the corner of the crowd, a few scattered monks met each other, and a hint of sinisterness flashed across their eyes. They were dressed in dark gray clothes with many patches on them. They looked like down-and-out casual cultivators, but the occasional gleam in their eyes revealed that they were not ordinary people.

"See? Yun Yao and Chu Mochen are here." One of the monks, who was thin, with high cheekbones and eyes as greedy as a hungry wolf, said in a low voice, with a hint of jealousy and unwillingness in his voice, "I heard that they have made great achievements in the sect and their cultivation has improved rapidly. If they get the upper hand when the ruins are opened this time, what chance do we have to find the treasure?"

A short, fat, and sturdy monk beside him snorted coldly, touched the short knife on his waist, and said viciously: "Humph, we can't let them get away with it so easily. While everyone is fighting, let's find an opportunity to give them a warning so that they will retreat and dare not compete with us."

Everyone smiled at each other, that smile was full of calculation and viciousness, and then they quietly dispersed and disappeared into the crowd, as if blending into the noisy background, just waiting for the best opportunity to attack Yun Yao and Chu Mochen.

As time went by, the fight in the valley became more intense. Several more forces were involved in the battle. For a moment, various colors of spiritual power flashed and intertwined, and the whistling of magic weapons, the shouts of monks, and the screams of the wounded intertwined into a chaotic and cruel movement.

Yun Yao quietly observed all this, her eyes becoming more and more profound, as if she was analyzing every detail of the battlefield. Suddenly, her eyes focused, as if she had discovered something. On the east side of the battlefield, there was a relatively weak spiritual power fluctuation, and in the chaos of the surrounding forces, a short gap was inadvertently formed, like a secret passage leading to the entrance of the ruins.

"Chen, look over there." Yun Yao raised her jade hand and pointed in that direction, whispering, "Maybe the time has come. Let's rush over now."

Chu Mochen looked in the direction she pointed, his eyes instantly sharp as an eagle, and he nodded immediately: "Okay, let's go!"

The two of them flashed and rushed towards the gap like ghosts. They were agile, their spiritual power was running to the extreme, their feet seemed to be windy, and wherever they passed, they brought a slight ripple of spiritual power.

But just as they were about to arrive, something unexpected happened. Those dark grey monks with ill intentions rushed out from the side like poisonous snakes suddenly emerging from the darkness, blocking their way. The thin monk in the lead offered a black iron chain in his hand. Runes on the chain flickered and exuded a strange aura. He shook his hand violently, and the chain was like a nimble dragon, wrapping around Yun Yao's neck, and he shouted viciously: "If you want to enter the ruins, you have to get past us first!"

Yun Yao's beautiful eyes turned cold, she snorted coldly, and her body flashed lightly, avoiding the attack of the iron chain. At the same time, she quickly formed seals with her hands, muttering something, and in an instant, light bloomed around her body, and colorful silk threads flowed out from her fingertips, like a lively ribbon, wrapping around the thin monk. This colorful silk thread is a unique spell she has learned based on the skills taught by the system. It looks soft, but it is actually very tough. Once entangled, it will be like being trapped in a quagmire and difficult to break free.

"Hmph, a mere trifle!" The thin monk showed a trace of disdain on his face when he saw this. He stamped his feet fiercely, and his spiritual power burst out, trying to break the colorful silk thread. However, he underestimated the exquisiteness of Yun Yao's magic. Not only did the colorful silk thread not break, but it took advantage of the moment when his spiritual power burst out to quickly wrap around him, and in the blink of an eye, it tied his arms tightly.

"Ah! What the hell is this!" The thin monk screamed in horror and struggled desperately, but found that the more he struggled, the tighter the silk thread became.

At the same time, Chu Mochen was also besieged by several other people. The short and fat monk held a short knife, his face was ferocious, and he rushed towards Chu Mochen like a mad bull. Every time he swung his knife, there was a whistling sound of wind, and the knife energy was crisscrossed, trying to force Chu Mochen back. The other people also sacrificed their own magic weapons, some of which were gourds emitting foul-smelling smoke, and some were darts flashing with cold light, attacking Chu Mochen from all directions.

Chu Mochen looked stern and fearless. He shook the sword in his hand, making a crisp sound like a dragon's roar. He turned his body and the sword moved with him, instantly turning into a silver light curtain, blocking all the attacking magic weapons and sword energy. Then, he focused his eyes, found the flaw in the short and fat monk's attack, and stabbed the long sword fiercely, piercing the short and fat monk's heart like lightning.

The short and fat monk was horrified and frantically tried to block with his short sword, but it was too late. With a "puff" sound, the long sword pierced his shoulder and blood spurted out. The short and fat monk screamed and staggered back a few steps, his face full of pain and fear.

"Hmph, you guys think you can stop us?" Chu Mochen snorted coldly, holding his sword horizontally, and swept his cold eyes over the crowd. The sword energy on his body seemed to materialize, exuding a terrifying pressure.

On Yun Yao's side, after restraining the thin monk, she flashed and moved closer to Chu Mochen. The two stood back to back, facing the enemies around them, their eyes firm and fearless.

"Why are you stopping us for no reason?" Yun Yao looked at these people coldly with murderous eyes, and asked, "Are you blinded by the interests and can't tell right from wrong?"

The monks looked at each other, a hint of hesitation flashed in their eyes, but it was soon replaced by greed. "Stop talking nonsense, you won't be able to enter the ruins easily today!" One of them gritted his teeth and said viciously.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen could not help but feel angry when they saw this. They had no intention of fighting with these people. They just wanted to enter the ruins smoothly to explore opportunities and improve their strength so that they could protect the sect and bless the people in the future. But now, they were obstructed by these selfish people.

“In that case, don’t blame us for being rude!” Yun Yao gritted her teeth and quickly formed seals with her hands again. The spiritual energy around her became more and more dazzling, like a scorching sun, preparing to launch a more fierce attack.

Chu Mochen also narrowed his eyes slightly, the sword in his hand hummed, and the spiritual runes on the sword flashed continuously. It was obvious that he was really angry and ready to fight these people to the death and fight his way into the ruins.

Just as the two sides were about to engage in another fierce conflict, a melodious and majestic bell sound suddenly rang out from the valley. The bell sounded as if it came from ancient times, carrying a mysterious and majestic power, instantly penetrating the noisy battlefield and reaching everyone's ears. Everyone was stunned, and the fighting action instantly stopped.

"What's that sound?" someone muttered to himself with a look of horror on his face.

"Is this a signal that the ruins are about to be opened?" someone else speculated.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen looked at each other. They keenly felt that the sound of the bell must contain a deep meaning, perhaps closely related to the opening of the ruins. At the moment, they decided to put aside the grudges with these people and find out the origin of the bell first.

"Let's take a look at the situation first." Yun Yao said softly.

The two of them flashed and rushed towards the direction where the bell sound came from, leaving those monks with ill intentions looking at each other, not knowing what to do for a moment. They looked at the backs of Yun Yao and Chu Mochen leaving, feeling a little unwilling and a little relieved. They were unwilling that they failed to stop the two, but they were relieved that the conflict just now did not cost them too much.

As Yun Yao and Chu Mochen approached, the sound of the bell became clearer, as if there was an invisible force pulling them. They bypassed a stone forest and saw an ancient and magnificent stone platform in front of them. On the stone platform stood a huge bronze bell, with mysterious runes engraved on the bell body. The runes faintly flowed with golden light, as if it were a living thing. Around the stone platform, many cultivators had gathered at this moment. They also looked astonished, looking up at the bronze bell, their eyes full of awe and curiosity.

Yun Yao and Chu Mochen quietly blended into the crowd and waited silently. They knew that a new challenge about the mysterious ruins was about to begin in the lingering sound of the bell.