Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Realm of Flora and Grass

The bronze door stood wide open, and Ye Cheng and Nangong Xue hurriedly vanished inside. The moment they slipped through, the bronze door began to close slowly behind them.

Turning back, they could still see through the gap that had not yet fully sealed. Outside the bronze door, violent energy surged toward them, laden with the aura of destruction. The mountains trembled, the ground shook, and the entire passageway quaked incessantly, as if it might collapse at any moment.

Within the bronze door, Ye Cheng could still feel the terrifying energy that erupted from the remains of the Golden-Furred Ape King. Even Ye Zhan, who had attained mastery in the Yuan realm, might not survive the aftermath of such energy.

At this moment, Ye Cheng and Nangong Xue raised their vitality to its utmost, preparing to withstand the wave as best they could.

Yet when this dreadful energy touched the bronze door, that seemingly ordinary door suddenly burst forth with dazzling radiance, forcing Ye Cheng and Nangong Xue to narrow their eyes.

Boom!

The bronze door shone, forming a yellow shield outside its frame. Though the shield seemed thin, it effortlessly blocked the explosive force unleashed by the Golden-Furred Ape King’s self-destruction. The destructive power, faced with the door’s protective barrier, halted as obediently as a child, then gradually dissipated before Ye Cheng’s eyes.

The frenzied energy vanished without a sound.

Once the explosive force was repelled, the bronze door completed its closing, and the radiant aura around it receded, returning to its former unremarkable appearance.

Witnessing this, Ye Cheng let out a deep breath and fixed his gaze on the bronze door, surprise flickering in his eyes. This ordinary-looking door possessed such formidable defensive power—no wonder it was guarded by the Golden-Furred Ape King, who dared to detonate its own remains, clearly having made thorough preparations.

“This bronze door was infused with energy, but it can only be used once,” Mu Lao’s voice echoed in Ye Cheng’s mind.

Ye Cheng nodded, secretly speculating that the Golden-Furred Ape King believed its explosion would annihilate any intruder. An ordinary martial artist might have perished here, but it hadn’t counted on Mu Lao, a seasoned veteran, whose discerning eye immediately spotted the peculiarity of the bronze door.

Even without the door’s protection, Ye Cheng could have survived safely if Mu Lao intervened. Yet Mu Lao’s intervention would consume immense energy and likely result in another slumber—a fate Ye Cheng wished to avoid.

“That energy was truly strange!”

Reflecting on how the wild energy had been so easily neutralized by the bronze door’s shield, Ye Cheng furrowed his brows and unconsciously tightened his grip. Only then did he notice the unusual warmth in his hand. Looking down, he found himself holding a small, delicate hand.

“Shouldn’t you let go of my hand now?”

A cool voice startled Ye Cheng from his reverie. Embarrassed, he released the hand and glanced at Nangong Xue, who gazed at him coldly. He forced a few awkward laughs, and seeing she wasn't angry, quickly shifted his gaze away, uneasy with the atmosphere.

Diverting his attention, Ye Cheng surveyed the unfamiliar space before him—a lush meadow. Flowers and grass carpeted the ground, spanning only a few thousand meters.

Here, the air was thick with the scent of blossoms and greenery. Yet mingled within was another aroma—the smell of medicinal herbs.

Catching this scent, Ye Cheng swept his gaze across the field. Upon closer inspection, he discovered numerous rare herbs that could only be found in medicinal books, scattered throughout the meadow in impressive abundance.

The area was not vast, and Ye Cheng’s gaze quickly roamed over the herb-covered ground. In the distance, atop a small rise several thousand meters away, a vague figure appeared in his sight.

“Is someone over there?”

Hearing this, Nangong Xue, who had been searching for soulgrass among the herbs, followed Ye Cheng’s gaze, her brows furrowing thoughtfully. After a moment, she said, “That’s probably the master of this cave—the legendary reclusive top-tier alchemist.”

Ye Cheng nodded, guessing that the figure glimpsed was likely the one guarded by the Golden-Furred Ape King. Aside from the legendary alchemist, no one else could inspire such loyalty in a beast of the Ancient Pill realm.

As for how the reclusive alchemist had won the Golden-Furred Ape King’s devotion, the answer had probably left with the beast and would forever be lost to the river of time.

Turning slightly, Ye Cheng looked at Nangong Xue’s beautiful face and asked, “Shall we go over? Perhaps you’ll find the soulgrass you seek there.”

She agreed with a nod, but did not move. Her red lips parted: “Remember what you promised me earlier. Otherwise, don’t blame me for being ruthless.” Her words carried a clear threat.

“Don’t worry. I always keep my word, and the soulgrass you want isn’t something I need. You can rest assured.” Originally, Ye Cheng had asked Mu Lao if soulgrass could help restore his strength, but the latter had flatly denied it. Thus, Ye Cheng had no need for it.

After his reply, Nangong Xue was the first to move toward the distant figure, her voice lingering in the air: “Then I’ll trust you—for now.”

Ye Cheng smiled wryly. This woman truly left him speechless. He followed her, heading toward the figure not far away.

Moments later, Ye Cheng and Nangong Xue drew closer. As the distance closed, they saw clearly—the figure was nothing but a skeleton, wrapped in a gray robe, sitting upright. Clearly, the person had been dead for a long time.

Flowers and herbs grew thickly around. Among them, one clump of grass stood out, its entire body a vivid, almost unnaturally red, contrasting sharply with its surroundings.

Seeing this crimson grass, Nangong Xue’s frosty face broke into a rare smile, leaving Ye Cheng momentarily stunned.

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