The Soul Returns: The Peerless Imperial Daughter Begins to Abuse the Scumbag

"These three ancient artifacts can only be mine and must be mine." Liu Qinghuan's tone was very firm, and his expression was proud and confident.

"Besides, don't forget how many people here are eyeing those three artifacts."

"There will definitely be a fierce fight between them. When they are both defeated, it won't be too late for us to take action. By then, we can reap the benefits."

The man in black frowned and wanted to say something, but when he saw the pride and confidence in Liu Qinghuan's eyes, he swallowed his words back.

He just clenched his fists nervously.

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him lightly, and her watery gaze turned to the lake again, as if she could see those legendary ancient artifacts through the layers of people.

At the same time, in the dense forest to the right of Liu Qinghuan and others, there was another group of people hiding.

The leader was a young man wearing a gorgeous purple robe. He had the cultivation level of a ninth-level Spirit King, had sharp eyes, and was playing with a purple bead in his hand.

The more than one hundred people following behind him were all dressed in blue. They had different expressions, but their eyes were all shining with desire for the artifact.

They were like dormant cheetahs, lurking quietly, their eyes fixed on the people by the lake.

"Young Master, do we really have to wait until those people crack the concealment formation before we take action?" a handsome young man asked in a low voice.

The purple-robed young man who was called "Young Master" was named Xiao Xijin. His eyes never left the lake, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"What's the hurry? Didn't you see Liu Qinghuan and the others? Aren't they waiting too?" Xiao Xijin's voice was flat but with a hint of disdain.

"What does this mean? It means that those people by the lake are not good people. If we act hastily, we might expose ourselves in advance and suffer from their harm."

He threw the purple bead in his hand into the air and then caught it as if he was playing with a toy.

"Besides, what Liu Qinghuan said is right. Let them fight each other first, and then we can take action last. Only then can we get the artifact at the lowest cost."

There was a hint of sarcasm in Xiao Xijin's tone, as if he was mocking the boy's naivety.

"But young master, Liu Qinghuan is not someone who can be easily dealt with either." The handsome young man Luo Chengyue said with some concern.

"Of course I know this." The purple bead in Xiao Xijin's hand suddenly emitted a faint light, shining on his face, looking weird and mysterious.

"But she doesn't know we are here, and that's our advantage. Wait until they are both defeated, and then we will take action. Even Liu Qinghuan will not be able to resist." A gleam of light flashed in Xiao Xijin's eyes.

Luo Chengyue nodded in agreement, but in his heart he couldn't help but admire the young master Xiao Xijin's calmness and wisdom.

At this time, Xue Yanzhou was directing Yu Feng and others to start breaking the formation. Various means of attack hit the hidden formation like a storm.

However, Su Chenyin and others who were hiding in the formation looked calm.

The turmoil by the lake intensified, and the attacks of Xue Yanzhou and others became more fierce, with various means of attack emerging one after another.

However, the concealment formation was like an indestructible fortress, and no matter how they attacked, it remained unscathed.

Xue Yanzhou frowned anxiously, and the disciples behind him began to whisper.

"This formation is really solid!" Zhou Zhichun wiped the sweat from his head and said somewhat discouraged.

"That's right. Even with so many of us attacking it, it didn't move at all." Ye Zitan gritted his teeth and said in surprise.

"Don't give up!" Xue Yanzhou glared at the two of them, "We must break the formation as soon as possible and not let them contract the artifact."

The people hiding everywhere were also paying close attention to the movements by the lake, and they all had their own plans in mind.

But the goal is the same: wait for the right moment to seize the ancient artifact.

Liu Qinghuan stood proudly in the dense forest, gently waving the emerald green willow leaf sword, as if warming up for the upcoming battle.

There was a desire for the artifact in her eyes, and she firmly believed that she would be the final winner.

Xiao Xijin had a calm expression on his face.

He kept throwing and catching the purple beads in his hand, as if the fight was just a child's play to him.

Duan Sisi tightly grasped the poison powder in her hand, staring at the white ball that kept flashing in Mu Lingyu's hand, waiting for the real saint to appear.

She laughed in her heart: "True Saint, just wait for your death!"

The strange smile on the corner of her mouth seemed like the scythe of the god of death, foreshadowing the tragedy of the saint.

Su Chenyin and others hid in the hidden formation, and occasionally they could hear the vibration sound coming from outside due to the attack on the hidden formation.

But they all remained calm, as if everything in the outside world had nothing to do with them.

"Yinyin, there's something wrong with the atmosphere outside."

Jun Yijue suddenly spoke, and his cold gaze swept like a sharp arrow towards the people hiding in the distance, and finally fell on Mu Lingyu.

"I know. I have already sensed their presence."

As he spoke, Su Chenyin followed Jun Yijue's gaze and saw Mu Lingyu hiding in the dense forest. His face suddenly became frosty.

Just as she was about to look away, she suddenly saw the white ball with red light in Mu Lingyu's hand, and a trace of solemnity and vigilance flashed in her eyes.

Su Chenyin had seen this white ball in Lu Sirou's memory.

While searching Lu Sirou's memory, Su Chenyin found out why Qianluo Palace was so certain that Lu Sirou was the saint that Qianluo Palace had been looking for for ten thousand years.

That is, Lu Sirou dripped blood on the white sphere, and the white sphere immediately emitted a faint red light. Therefore, Qianluo Palace was sure that Lu Sirou was the saint that Qianluo Palace had been looking for for ten thousand years.

But Su Chenyin did not forget that all the blood in Lu Sirou's body came from her.

In other words, the drop of blood that Lu Sirou dripped onto the white ball was hers.

Look at Mu Lingyu again, holding the white ball with red light in his hand and pointing it at the crowd by the lake. Aren’t these people including himself who is hiding in the concealment array?

So at this moment Su Chenyin has guessed that the saint that Qianluo Palace is looking for is most likely herself.

However, Su Chenyin simply disdained the position of the Saint of Qianluo Palace. She always felt that the reason why Qianluo Palace wanted to retrieve the Saint was not simple.

A plot from one of the modern novels emerged in Su Chenyin's mind.

The heroine is the saint/young master who has been sought for many years by a certain sect or force, but in the end the heroine is used as a sacrifice by them.

Thinking of this possibility, Su Chenyin's eyes and brows were suddenly filled with a layer of cold murderous intent, but she quickly concealed it.

She sneered in her heart. She would not let herself become a victim of any person or force.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, and made herself look more calm.

Jun Yijue had already noticed her change and frowned.

He held Su Chenyin's hand tightly and asked worriedly, "Yinyin, are you okay?"