Junior sister slandered me, the Drunken Swordsman, I cut through the gate of heaven with one sword

The secrets and crises hidden in this ancient emperor's palace may put your life in danger if you act rashly. It is even possible that this is a trap.

The old man in the Immortal Palace said last time that three keys were needed to open the Ancient Emperor's Immortal Palace. Now, not only are they not needed here, but things inside can be obtained. Obviously, something is wrong.

Ye Qian'an remained silent, but still followed the others into the main hall of the Immortal Palace. The magic weapons here were dazzling, and the most precious ones had already reached the level of top-grade immortal weapons. This was definitely an unimaginable attraction for cultivators.

The others could no longer contain their excitement and rushed forward to snatch things, some even fighting over a magic weapon.

Ye Qian'an stood there without snatching anything. He had already obtained enough magic weapons, and the magic weapons appeared here for no reason. It was obviously not the right place.

Qin Wuhen and the others looked at each other, and finally chose the magic weapon they liked. After all, it was too tempting, and as long as they could get one, it would definitely be the icing on the cake.

Ye Qian'an watched coldly from the side, watching everyone scramble for the magic weapon like hungry wolves, and shook his head secretly in his heart.

He began to pace in the hall, carefully observing his surroundings, trying to find some clues that had been overlooked by everyone.

Suddenly, he discovered that some of the reliefs on the walls of the hall seemed to have a special arrangement order. Some of these reliefs depicted the scenes of the ancient emperor's conquests, while others were some mysterious runes and patterns.

Ye Qian'an approached one of the reliefs and slowly probed his spiritual sense into it. In an instant, an ancient and vast amount of information flooded into his mind, but this information was extremely obscure and difficult to understand, as if it was shrouded in a layer of fog.

At this moment, one of the monks who were fighting for the magic weapon triggered a hidden mechanism.

A blinding light shot out from the ground, and then countless spikes emerged from all directions. Many monks were unable to dodge and were scratched or even pierced by the spikes. Their screams of pain echoed throughout the hall.

"Stop fighting! This place is full of dangers. If we fight blindly like this, we will only end up in trouble!" Mo Xue shouted.

However, the crazy crowd ignored her and continued to fight to the death for the magic weapon.

Qin Wuhen saw Ye Qian'an standing there motionless, so he also forced himself out of the crowd and came to Ye Qian'an. "Brother Ye, did you find anything?"

Ye Qian'an pointed at the reliefs on the wall and said, "These reliefs may be the key. I just tried to explore them and found that they contain some information, but I cannot fully interpret them. I always feel that this immortal palace is not simply asking us to snatch the magic weapon. There must be a deeper test."

Qin Wuhen looked at the reliefs with a frown on his face. "These patterns look extremely complicated, and seem to be related to some ancient formation or restriction. Perhaps we should stop snatching them first, and study these reliefs together to find a way to leave here or obtain the real opportunity."

But at this time, the blood of the injured monks had already flowed on the ground, gradually gathering into some strange patterns.

As if activating a more powerful restriction in the Immortal Palace, the entire hall began to tremble slightly, as if everything in the place had been snatched away.

"Since you have all chosen your own magic weapons, today's journey to the Immortal Palace is officially over."

At this moment, the teasing voice sounded again: "All the magic weapons you got from the crowd belong to you, and you can leave now."

As the ancient emperor's voice fell, everyone in the field burst into laughter. It seems that this trip was quite fruitful.

Qin Wuhen saw that Ye Qian'an had nothing, so he took out a magic weapon and handed it to him: "Brother Ye, you got nothing, so this magic weapon is for you." "Take it back!"

When Yue Yan saw that Qin Wuhen actually gave the magic weapon he had worked so hard to obtain to Ye Qiyan, he shouted on the spot: "Ye Qiyan didn't even hand over the magic weapon just now, and now he wants to get it for nothing. It's simply a foolish dream."

"Elder!"

"I asked you to take it back, otherwise don't blame me for reporting it to the Sect Master. You should know what the Sect Master will do then."

Faced with Yue Yan's threat, Qin Wuhen subconsciously clenched his fists. Just as he was about to speak, he was stopped by Ye Qian'an.

There was no need to end up in a quarrel because of me, and he never wanted anything here in the first place.

“Hahaha, young people, you are very lucky to be able to obtain the magic weapon here, but I have a habit, that is, the first one to come doesn’t count.”

Upon hearing these words, the strong men in the field cast puzzled looks at him, not understanding what these words meant. Could it be that the Ancient Emperor had other things?
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth. What you took is nothing but the most worthless immortal weapon. The remaining things in the immortal palace will belong to the younger generation who didn't take anything."

When everyone heard the ancient emperor's words, they were stunned and a fire of anger burned in their hearts.

"What? How can this be justified? We fought so hard to get these magic weapons, and now you are saying they are the worst. You are even changing the rules so arbitrarily. This is simply too much!"

A monk with a face full of flesh opened his eyes wide and waved the magic weapon he had just snatched in his hand, shouting loudly into the air. The magic weapon trembled slightly because of his anger, as if echoing the dissatisfaction of its master.

Yue Yan was so angry that his face turned blue. "Ancient Emperor, please don't play tricks on us! We have gone through many dangers, and some people even lost their lives for this, and we finally got these. How can you change your mind so easily? It's so unfair!"

His voice echoed in the hall, carrying with it endless resentment and unwillingness.

Mo Xue also frowned and shouted, "Senior Gudi, although you are of noble status, it is really hard to convince others that you are so inconsistent. We acted according to the rules you said before, but now we have ended up like this. How can we accept this?"

Everyone echoed, and for a moment, the hall was filled with angry shouts.

Those monks who had originally been secretly rejoicing for having snatched the magic weapon were now filled with resentment, feeling that they had been severely teased.

Ye Qian'an narrowed his eyes slightly, thinking secretly in his heart. He always felt that there must be a deeper meaning behind the ancient emperor's actions, and it was definitely not just to tease them.

But everyone was very emotional at the moment, so he didn't say much and just watched the development of the situation quietly.

Qin Wuhen looked at the angry crowd, then looked at Ye Qian'an, feeling extremely helpless. It seemed that Fellow Daoist Ye Qian'an really saw through the clues.

He knew very well that everyone was so overwhelmed with anger at the moment that it would be difficult for them to calm down and think about how to deal with the situation.

(End of this chapter)