He believed in his own strength, and even if he failed to save people, there was no problem in returning him alive.
But if it really fails, the two Wang brothers and sisters will probably confess, which is something Ye Chen never wants to see.
But now, this is the only way.
Wang Dong burst into tears of gratitude and said, "Brother Ye, thank you very much."
Su Rong giggled and said to Ye Chen: "Lord of Reincarnation, do you have anything else to ask? I, the Qinglai Chamber of Commerce, can answer any questions you have, as long as you can afford the reward."
Hearing this, Ye Chen's heart moved and he said: "I want to know the whereabouts of Tianjun's God-conferring Monument. Madam, can you tell me?"
The Monument of Tianjun's Conferment of Gods is located in Haotian Territory.
However, the Haotian Territory is vast and boundless, and it is difficult for Ye Chen to pinpoint the location of the Tianjun God-conferring Monument. It is still unclear. It would be great if Su Rong could tell her.
Su Rong smiled and said: "You want to know the whereabouts of the Tianjun God-conferring Monument?"
Ye Chen said: "Yes."
Su Rong said: "I can tell you, as long as you are willing to pay me."
Ye Chen said: "What is the reward? Madam, please tell me."
Su Rong laughed again, with a charming look in her eyes. She stood up and moved lightly, carrying the fragrant breeze, and walked behind Ye Chen's seat.
Then, she hugged Ye Chen from behind, and pressed her soft and plump part against the back of Ye Chen's head.
Ye Chen only felt a warmth and softness, and couldn't help but feel a little dizzy.
Su Rong acted as if there was no one around and said with a sweet smile: "Lord of Reincarnation, as long as you are willing to spend a good night with me tonight and have a happy night, I will tell you everything."
These words were very explicit and extremely wanton.
Wang Dong, who was on the side, was stunned on the spot when he saw the skin-to-skin contact between Su Rong and Ye Chen, feeling hot, embarrassed, and envious in his heart.
Ye Chen was only embarrassed and said with a wry smile: "Madam, you are joking."
Su Rong smiled and said: "Why, are you reluctant to give me your reincarnation bloodline?"
Ye Chen just shook his head and smiled bitterly, gently pushed Su Rong away, and said: "Madam, forget it, I'll investigate the whereabouts of the Monument to the Gods that day by myself."
Su Rong was pushed away, but she wasn't angry at all. She covered her mouth and smiled sweetly: "Well, it seems that I am too old to arouse your interest."
Ye Chen said: "Madam is very young, but...ahem...we are not suitable for her."
Su Rong smiled sweetly again and said: "Okay, I won't embarrass you anymore. People from Pilgrim Cliff will come over early tomorrow morning. Get ready and set off tomorrow."
Ye Chen said: "Yes."
That night, Ye Chen and Wang Dong stayed overnight at the Qinglai Chamber of Commerce.
Before dawn the next day, the fat shopkeeper woke the two of them up, put them into the clothes of blood slaves, prepared them in advance, and mixed them with the real blood slaves, with their hands and feet tied with ropes.
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At dawn, the old housekeeper led the team of blood slaves out. There were two tough-looking men waiting outside the door.
The old housekeeper exchanged glances with them and handed the rope over.
The two men took the rope and left.
From the beginning to the end, both parties were in a very tacit understanding and did not speak.
Ye Chen and Wang Dong concealed their auras and mingled among the crowd of blood slaves. They were led by the two tough men and walked all the way towards the pilgrimage cliff.
At noon, the group came to the foot of the Pilgrimage Cliff.
Ye Chen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked up. He saw that the pilgrimage cliff was straight into the sky and very steep. The rocks were rugged and had a murderous atmosphere.
From the Pilgrimage Cliff, a team of guards came out, put shackles on Ye Chen, Wang Dong and all the blood slaves, and then drove them up the mountain, shouting and shouting, like driving animals.
After Ye Chen was shackled, he immediately felt that his spiritual energy was completely suppressed and could not be used.
These shackles obviously have special restrictions and can imprison people's spiritual energy.
Of course, with Ye Chen's strength, he could break through this restriction at any time if he wanted to, so it was not a problem.
Walking all the way to the top of the mountain, the higher you go, the wider your view becomes and you can see the scenery of other mountain peaks.
Among the ten sacred mountains, Zushen Peak is the highest.
Ye Chen saw from a distance that there was also a statue of a sacred beast on the top of the Ancestral God Peak, which looked familiar.
It was a statue of a giant bird, with its wings spread out and its majestic horse. There were dots of stars flowing on the body of the statue, which was extremely magnificent.
"Hey, that's... Star God Qingluan?"
"Is the guardian beast of the Ancestral God Peak the Star God Qingluan?"
Ye Chen was a little surprised. It seemed that the guardian beast of the Ancestral God Peak was probably of the same bloodline as Xiaoqing, the star god Qingluan.
"You bitch! What are you doing standing still? Walk faster!"
The guard next to him saw Ye Chen walking a little slower and immediately struck down with his whip.
Ye Chen subconsciously wanted to avoid it, but he still restrained himself and received a whip. He pretended to be an ordinary blood slave and let others whip him.
When he reached the top of the mountain, Ye Chen suddenly felt extremely depressed.
It was obviously broad daylight, but there was a dark atmosphere hanging over the top of the mountain, and the smell of blood was everywhere, which was quite heavy.
A huge statue of a blood lion stands majestically, looking into the distance, looking very majestic.
But under the statue of the Blood Lion, there were more than twenty blood slaves tied with iron chains. Each blood slave had dense wounds on his arms, and they were cut with blood every day, which was unspeakable suffering.
All the blood slaves had dull expressions and dull eyes. They were allowed to be squeezed by others and had no power to resist at all.
Their blood all gathered into a blood pool.
Several priests in robes sat cross-legged beside the blood pool, chanting low incantations, and continuously poured the energy of blood into the statue of the Blood Lion.