Ye Qiu’s expression was serious, and with his previous disregard for killing Liu Yunsu, all the later sealers were shocked. They were unsure of who Ye Qiu really was, with such courage, causing everyone to be wary. Pressed by Ye Qiu’s influence, all the martial artists captured were released, deeply thankful to Ye Qiu, they cupped their fists in gratitude. As for the sealers, their expressions weren’t as pleasant. Ye Qiu didn’t care what these people thought. He observed the mist for a while and entered it with Jin Shanshun, Qin Feng, and others. Not until Ye Qiu completely disappeared into the mist did all the sealers finally breathe a sigh of relief. "Who is this person? Does anyone recognize him?" someone asked. "No idea, an unfamiliar face, not sure which great sect’s Saint Heir he belongs to." Fresh chapters posted on Nov3lFɪre.ɴet "If he were a Saint Heir, we should definitely recognize him. Could he be a descendant of some expert?" someone speculated. "Do you think it’s possible he’s a native of this planet? I noticed he showed no reaction upon hearing about the Youlan Sect; maybe he’s an ignorant native." "Oh? There might be logic to that, maybe he’s truly a native here, yet his strength is puzzling. It’s odd, natives shouldn’t be this powerful." "Everyone, regarding the natives on this planet, I’ve sent people ahead to investigate. The strongest is a guy named Ye Qiu, reportedly very young, he has defeated many strong opponents, hailed as the world’s number one." Hearing the supposed world’s number one, everyone laughed; in their eyes, the so-called number one is just a boast by the natives, who have no clue what true strength is. "In front of a Saint Heir, the so-called world’s number one is nothing but a paper tiger, easily defeated," someone sneered. While the sealers were guessing Ye Qiu’s identity, a group of Japanese samurai approached respectfully, saying, "Sirs, I know the identity of the person just now." "Oh? You, a native, know? Quickly, tell us." "Reporting, sir, that arrogant martial artist was Ye Qiu, the world’s number one expert." Upon hearing the Japanese samurai reveal Ye Qiu’s identity, the sealers were stunned; guessing is one thing, hearing the actual answer is another. That reckless guy is truly the planet’s top expert, no wonder so arrogant. "Well, well, well, you, Native, have keen eyes; here’s your reward." A man flicked his hand, and a pill landed in the hand of the Japanese samurai. "Thank you, sir." The Japanese samurai thanked happily, heartily rejoiced, having received a pill. This time, they came to Hua Xia to seize a treasure and reinvigorate Japan’s martial arts world. However, they found Hua Xia’s strong figures suddenly multiplied, many young and powerful, causing them much alarm. Fortunately, after careful observation, they discovered these people didn’t seem to be martial artists; they behaved unusually arrogantly, utterly disregarding others, acting with impunity. The Japanese samurai thoughtfully considered that forming connections with these individuals might be beneficial, leading to the initiative to disclose Ye Qiu’s identity just now. Although Ye Qiu was powerful, in the minds of many Japanese samurai, he embodied their shame, for Ye Qiu rose by suppressing Japan’s martial arts circles; Ye Qiu’s greater brilliance made Japan seem incompetent. It was due to revenge and currying favor that they acted as they did. "Those martial artists were released by Ye Qiu; his strength isn’t ordinary, we must follow closely, lest he seizes opportunity," someone suggested. "But, in this mist, it’s dangerous; even spiritual power can be blocked; a careless move could be fatal." "Heh, don’t you see we have ready explorers?" At this moment, the sealers all turned their gaze onto the Japanese samurai. Thus, the Japanese samurai became the vanguard, walking at the forefront, entering the mist, while other sealers followed behind. Meanwhile, the changes in Taishan began drawing attention not only from all over Hua Xia but also globally. Ordinary people considered it a climatic phenomenon, but experts detected another essence from it, hinting at a treasure emerging from Taishan. Many foreign experts were setting out for here. The mist did not dissipate in just a few days as predicted by a geographic expert; instead, after five days, it still lingered, gradually attracting attention from high-ranking individuals. Soon, the area surrounding Taishan was cordoned off by dispatched police, prohibiting ordinary people from approaching; many curious individuals who entered disappeared without a trace. Rumors that Taishan was devouring people spread, progressively growing, yet many were not deterred; instead, their interest in uncovering Taishan’s secrets intensified. A historian called it a sign of divine resurrection and the mountain’s emergence. Some sneered at this as ridiculous, considering the idea of divine mountains mere titles ancient emperors conferred upon hills, now inert and unalike to living beings. Such debate ignited online discussions, but largely remained a clash of opinions, each side holding firm. At this time, a rumor seemed to surface in China, alleging a demon dwells within Taishan, and its awakening could be averted if people worshipped Western deities; otherwise, they face the demon’s devouring. The ignorant readily believed and piously worshiped. Yet, some intellectuals outright ignored it, deeming talk of demons baseless. Hua Xia dispatched significant police force into the mist for exploration, but even after sending hundreds, none returned, which cast a shadow over many people’s hearts. On this day, the ground trembled, horrifying sounds emanated from within the mist. Many surrounding the mist observed numerous people escaping it, yet their appearances were fearsome. Their bodies were blood-covered, skinless, seemingly flayed. What on earth resides within the mist? At midnight, Ye Qiu led Jin Shanshun, Qin Feng, and others out of the mist. Fortunately, few people noticed them; once they were spotted, their figures quickly vanished. Soon after, the sealers trailing behind Ye Qiu rushed out, looking panicked, their clothes tattered, exhausted glances cast towards the mist, before swiftly departing. News of figures emerging from the mist reached higher authorities, but regrettably, they failed to identify them, a pity. This also left them unaware of the situation within the mist. Back at the villa, everyone sat on the sofa, their hearts still in suspense. They had narrowly escaped death. What rumored treasure about to emerge, beneath the mist, hidden was instead a deadly peril. Ge Tian’s ultimate treasure hadn’t truly manifested; the mist was but a facade meant to trap and slaughter all who covet it. If not for Ye Qiu’s decisive retreat at the last moment, they might’ve perished there.