Chapter Seventeen, Bai Jian's Wife

  Qin Hao only felt that in the face of this power, he was like a small chick, and the other party could crush him to death at any time. But for some reason, this old immortal of the Mystic Gate did not make a move. His eyes were tightly closed, and his body outlined the grandeur of heaven and earth, probably not inferior to his peak period.

  The pinnacle of humanity's power, and only now did Qin Hao feel the terror of this strength, as if he could turn himself to dust with just a flick of his sleeve. But he didn't move, for Qin Hao wasn't foolish enough to think that this old man would generously impart his powers to him, because he could sense the hostility emanating from the old man, who seemed to want something from him. His desperate struggles were utterly useless.

  "It's over, I haven't even achieved my grand ambitions, and now I'm going to be sucked dry by this old geezer?!" Qin Hao thought of the scene from a zombie movie.

  "Hahahaha..." Suddenly, a strange laugh came from the old man's mouth, making people's hair stand on end. This was in a tomb, and such a laugh would scare people to death.

  Especially after this smile, the old stick actually opened his eyes, with a somewhat hollow gaze, but Qin Hao could feel the power contained in this gaze, as if casually shooting out a ray of light, it would probably be enough to turn Qin Hao into flying ash. This is the power of the pinnacle of humanity, completely without any ability to resist.

  "No, I won't die, I won't die, what to do, what to do......" Qin Hao thought of a way in his heart, suddenly he remembered the dagger he had searched from Xuan Changlao's body that day, and with one hand without hesitation, grabbed it out from his sleeve and fiercely stabbed it into the old man's head.

  "Clang..." A sound of metal clashing, Qin Hao was stunned. The dagger couldn't even penetrate his skull. Before he could feel fear, the old man's eyes suddenly sparkled with a hint of life, as if borrowing momentum to revive himself. He grasped the light and shot it out, making Qin Hao feel like his soul was trembling, as if it would turn into flying ash. But just then, a purple glow suddenly appeared in his mind, canceling everything out and protecting his soul.

  He was slightly better, but his face turned completely pale. The old man's face showed a look of surprise like a living person. His eyes rolled over, as if thinking why Qin Hao could still open his eyes and stare at him. In the next moment, the old man moved one hand effortlessly to block Qin Hao's dagger, and then swiftly grabbed his head with lightning speed. He was stunned instantly, unable to resist that force, as if in the next moment, his head would turn into flying dust.

  Qin Hao closed his eyes, sighed silently that life was bitter, and the old man's hand reached out to grab him, as if it had no bones, passing through Qin Hao's head and grasping his soul.

  He didn't have time to be shocked, only feeling his soul trembling violently as if it was about to shatter, that sense of death came again, he was desperate.

  But he couldn't have imagined that a terrifying purple light would burst out from the depths of his consciousness, instantly illuminating Qin Hao's entire mind. The feeling was like nothing had ever felt before, and the hand grasping for his soul was instantly dissolved by the purple light - this was indeed the power of the pinnacle of humanity, and it was all done with just one hand.

  Qin Hao saw that deep within the purple light, there was a blurry, disc-shaped object, but he didn't have time to investigate further. His consciousness returned to his physical body, and all he saw was Old Stick staring at him with a terrified expression. A person who had reached the peak of the Named Scholar's Zhuque Inn looked at Qin Hao, a cultivator who had just reached the level of a Named Scholar, with terror.

  But now Qin Hao somewhat understood, this old fellow probably set up a thousand-year-old plan, waiting for someone to break it. Why did entering the attic not have any trouble? The entrance of the tomb was not some kind of thief's hole, but rather something that this old fellow deliberately left behind when he laid out his plan back then.

  It was all just to lure people seeking the secret into this place. Just thinking about it, that old man Tianchang must have been at least a God's Domain cultivator in the Human Path realm, yet he died here, proving how sinister this old rodent is. This formation requires someone at the peak of the Human Path to break through, and even if they do, they'll be severely injured. Then, when the time is right, this old rodent can launch a sneak attack and kill anyone who comes here, allowing him to seize their body and reincarnate.

  But what he didn't expect was that a thousand years later, the one who came here was a tomb raider from another world, and even a divine pulse. Of course, he couldn't understand why there was purple light, but now he was terrified, all because of that purple light. A master at the peak of Taoism lost a palm, and was trembling on the ground, not daring to move. If this were outside, probably no one would believe it if told.

  Qin Hao was also confused, not knowing why this was happening. But in the next moment, that old stick grabbed him again, as if it wouldn't let go. Qin Hao was about to run away, but his whole body was pinned down. Under the peak of humanity, he was so powerless. What is an ant? This is it. Even if he had a divine pulse, it would be useless. But just at this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Qin Hao, blocking the old stick's claw that was coming for him.

  She had a faint purple aura around her, as if she were an immortal descending to the mortal world. A light purple mist shot out and instantly wrapped around Old Stick's other hand. Old Stick felt danger and wanted to retreat, but it was too late. The purple aura quickly absorbed him, wrapping his entire body. Qin Hao only heard a series of mournful cries, then the entire pavilion fell silent again. But Qin Hao could feel that the world's pulse had returned to its natural state, without killing the dragon, the person was gone, and so was the momentum, returning once more to the natural order of things.

  "He's dead........." Qin Hao couldn't believe it, but he had to, for only when someone disappeared would this grand trend be broken, or rather, when the person left their original position, this dragon-slaying formation would disperse.

  That was the pinnacle of humanity, even if it didn't last long, but it was a real pinnacle of humanity. And yet, it was eliminated by someone in front of him, and where did this person come from? Qin Hao was puzzled, could it be that this was a ghost born from heaven and earth?

  When the purple mist dispersed, a breathtaking face was revealed, leaving him completely enchanted. His entire body exuded an otherworldly aura. This was Qin Hao's feeling, but in the next moment, he started bleeding from his nose, literally. Such a stunning beauty stood before him, yet she was stark naked, with a pair of small jade rabbits on her chest that were so enticing. Her skin was so smooth and white, yet it radiated an aura of sacredness, making one reluctant to desecrate her.

  At this moment, Qin Hao's mind only had one sentence from the ancient saints and sages: "Die under the peony flowers, even as a ghost, it's still elegant." Indeed, it was truly the words of a saint. He now felt that letting himself be looked at like this, even if he died, would be worth it.

  Have to say, Qin Hao is a thorough sex wolf, all of which was learned from Fatso. In the past when they were in school, they didn't seldom go peeping, only rarely had success though.

  Now that there's such an opportunity, how can he not look? If he doesn't look, he's not a real man, Qin Hao thought to himself. Even if she's a ghost, it's worth it.

  "Gulp" Qin Hao swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and the beauty in front of him retracted the purple aura that had wrapped around the old man, only to discover Qin Hao, who was walking towards her with a bright smile.

  She emitted an unknown fragrance from her body, with light footsteps, she came over, as if a fairy walking on the waves. She gently touched Qin Hao's nose and looked puzzled, seemingly wondering why Qin Hao had a nosebleed.

  But the next moment, her face lit up with joy, as if she had found an answer. A faint purple mist appeared in her hand, and Qin Hao was stunned. The mist entered Qin Hao's nostrils, and his nosebleed disappeared instantly, replaced by an extremely intoxicating feeling. Especially at such a close distance, he had thought that the girl would slap him, because Fatso always came back with five-finger marks on his face whenever he got caught. But unexpectedly, the girl gently wiped his nosebleed with a tender touch, leaving him in a daze. From her face, he could sense a happy and innocent aura, like that of a child, which made people want to pamper and love her.

  For some reason, Qin Hao's face suddenly hurt, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart, as if he was a beast.

  He let out a sigh and closed his eyes, but he could sense that the girl in front of him seemed to have become uneasy, as if he had done something wrong. Qin Hao quickly opened his eyes, only to see a pair of pure big eyes, looking like they were about to cry.

  This time Qin Hao was stunned, waving his hands and feet, not knowing what to do. In the end, he panicked and simply hugged her in his arms: "Don't cry, don't cry, good girl, you can't cry, or you won't be beautiful."

  Qin Hao didn't know what was wrong with him, and he actually used the tone of coaxing a child, but this was completely subconscious. The girl in front of him seemed like a child, although she was about the same age as him, but she made him want to pamper her like a kid, and he couldn't bear to hurt her. But just then, his hand patted her shoulder, and his face turned red. The feeling of her skin was even more comfortable than Fang Xue's twin peaks, smooth and slippery like it had been oiled, but without any sticky feeling, anyway, it felt very nice.

  But this trick actually worked, he found that the girl in front of him was happy again, although she didn't say a word, but tightly leaned against his side, as if she was about to fall asleep. Qin Hao was confused: "She can't have an IQ of only three years old, right?"

  He had no choice but to ask, but the more he asked, the more confused he became. He asked her what her name was, and she didn't know; he asked her why she wasn't wearing clothes, and she retorted, "Must one always wear clothes?" In the end, when he asked her why she was here, she still didn't know. Seeing Qin Hao's gloomy face, tears began to well up in her eyes again, as if she were about to cry, which really tugged at his heartstrings.

  "By the way, dear, why are you here?" Qin Hao took advantage of the situation and was very corny.

  "I...I...I felt he was going to hurt you, so I came out." The girl said with a wronged expression.

  As soon as he heard this, Qin Hao's heart softened even more. He vowed that for the rest of his life, he absolutely could not get angry with her, or else he would be a real beast. He continued to ask: "Dear, where did you come from?"

  "Come on, come from here." The girl pointed to Qin Hao's head and suddenly said excitedly: "Brother, I'll take you in to play too, it's so much fun inside, those purple gases are so comfortable."

  "......" Qin Hao was speechless. How could something come out of his brain, and wasn't the brain supposed to be able to get messy? What if it burst from being too full?

  "Oh, right, brother can't go in, your body can't." The girl suddenly said again, as if she had done something wrong and was afraid of being scolded by Qin Hao.

  "Alright, brother is here to protect you, don't be afraid." Qin Hao comforted with his mouth, but in his heart he didn't know what kind of taste it was. When did someone move into his brain without him even realizing it? But suddenly he seemed to have thought of something, there was a disc-shaped thing in his brain, deep within the purple gas, could it be that disc from the ancient tomb?

  Suddenly he seemed to understand why it was himself who had crossed over, rather than the tomb owner crossing over. The ascension of the dragon and the dish were key, although he didn't know what this dish was made for.

  "Was there a beauty like this in the dish all along?" Qin Hao smiled slyly, he was indeed blessed with good fortune. Suddenly, he had an evil idea: "From now on, don't call me brother anymore."

  "What else should I call him?" The girl said with a wronged tone, thinking she had done something wrong again.

  "Call your husband, it sounds good." Qin Hao had made up his mind.

  "What's husband?"

  "......" Qin Hao patiently explained: "The old man is me, I am the old man, from now on you have to call me old man, got it?"

  "Uh-huh, got it." The girl muttered from time to time: "Husband, husband..."

  Qin Hao is almost ascending to blissful happiness...