The mountains stretched endlessly before them, the verdant peaks as beautiful as ink, appearing and disappearing amidst the clouds like a fairyland. The Heaven and Earth Power in the surroundings was so rich and pure, soaking into them, naturally accelerating the flow of Qi several times over.

No wonder the Holy Court possesses such power; just residing in such a blessed land, one’s cultivation can unknowingly enhance over time, and if one cultivates deliberately, it yields twice the result with half the effort.

It wasn’t long before others arrived one after another.

"You must be the descendants of Anyun Country’s Guardian of the Gods." At this moment, a middle-aged man with an arrogant expression approached, asking Han Yan and her companions.

Everyone’s gaze turned towards Han Yan. In the Holy Court Continent, there is a strict hierarchy, and with Han Yan’s current status in Anyun Country, if she didn’t speak, it wasn’t right for the others to steal her limelight. Although Zhao Sinin deeply resented Han Yan, she wouldn’t break the ancient traditions of the Holy Court Continent. She merely glanced at Han Yan, snorted coldly, and turned her head away.

"That’s right, we are the descendants of Anyun Country’s Guardian of the Gods." Han Yan actually wasn’t one to seek the limelight, but seeing everyone eagerly looking at her, she had no choice but to respond.

"Very well, I’m An Lihong, an Inner Court Steward of the Holy Altar Court. Follow me." The middle-aged man wasted no words, merely glanced at Han Yan and the others, then led them forward.

Strolling up the mountain along a rugged path about three feet wide, it wasn’t long before the view suddenly opened up. Before them was a stone staircase three yards wide, stretching straight up, a thousand yards long, with an ancient, majestic stone gate towering at the end. Despite being a thousand yards away, through the shifting clouds, they could still see the two large, rustic characters: Holy Court.

At this time, some other people also emerged from several side paths, judging by their attire, they must be the descendants of the Guardians of Gods from Shangyue, West Qin, and Beiqi, amongst whom was Yue Fanchen.

"Han Yan," Yue Fanchen greeted upon seeing Han Yan.

"You’re here too," Han Yan said in surprise. Zhao Fanchen wasn’t much older than her and looked youthful. In front of so many people, Han Yan was a bit embarrassed to call him Uncle.

"Why the hesitation, call me Uncle and let’s hear it." Yue Fanchen tilted his head, saying flamboyantly.

Han Yan glared at him fiercely, her initial joy vanishing. This guy still bore a grudge from losing to her in the past, unable to find a chance for revenge, he always liked to take advantage of her with seniority, making Han Yan’s teeth ache. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

"I didn’t really want to come, but my brother said the Holy Court has deep foundations, and although the North Abyss Misty Plain is full of dangers, it’s also full of opportunities. Maybe there’s a way to heal my injuries. I was planning to just muddle through, but with his insistence, I had no choice but to come." Yue Fanchen said helplessly.

Hearing this, Han Yan felt a slight pain in her heart. In the Sword Sound Academy competition, Yue Fanchen was actually injured while helping her discern Jing Jianjue’s capabilities, which ruined his cultivation foundation. Otherwise, with his ability, he would surely become one of the most powerful cultivators in the Holy Court Continent. How could he resign himself to idleness?

"Uncle, don’t worry, I will find a way to heal your injuries." Han Yan said earnestly, no longer feeling embarrassed about calling him Uncle.

She believed that there must be a way to heal Yue Fanchen’s injuries. If it couldn’t be found in the Holy Court Continent, then she would search the Divine Continent, and if the entire Holy Continent yielded nothing, was there not a higher plane, where legendary, god-like cultivators lived? With determination, she could certainly find a solution.

"Hmm... actually, there’s no need to be overly forceful, just do your best, that’s enough." Seeing Han Yan speak with such seriousness, Yue Fanchen became a bit embarrassed.

"The Holy Court is a sacred place, do not shout loudly!" An Lihong, the Holy Court Steward, angrily reprimanded, glaring fiercely at Han Yan and Yue Fanchen.

Han Yan and Yue Fanchen quickly fell silent, knowing that when under others’ roofs, one must bow. Han Yan certainly didn’t want to cause trouble as soon as she arrived at the Holy Court, nor did she want to bring the title of the number one playboy lady to the Holy Court.

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