Time passed quickly once again, and three days soon went by. Everyone was waiting for Ye Feng to take action.

Ye Feng suddenly lifted his head and said, "I’ll count to three, and then you must immediately jump to the other side with me!"

Everyone looked puzzled, remembering vividly how the disciples of the Blue Moon Sect had been killed before.

They were terrified, fearing that during their jump, the Xuanshui Water Gun from the river might strike and kill them...

"One!" Before anyone could ask questions, Ye Feng had already started counting loudly, preparing to leap over the stone pillar.

"Two!" Ye Feng continued counting loudly, but the inner torment of everyone was immense, filled with agony. Would they be attacked to death by the Xuanshui Water Gun during the jump?

But while they were tormented, Ye Feng had finished counting: "Three!" Then Ye Feng shouted: "Jump!"

As the words fell, Ye Feng instantly jumped over to the other side. And in that instant, Immortal Yue Qing, Ba Heng, and the disciples from the Daoist School also followed Ye Feng, jumping over.

"Swish, swish, swish~~" Ye Feng and the others swiftly landed on the other side, yet twelve people hesitated.

They hadn’t jumped with Ye Feng initially, and just as they were in midair...

"Swish, swish, swish!" The Xuanshui in the river turned into water guns, shooting directly at those in midair. The speed and power reached a terrifying level, causing everyone to despair.

"Puff, puff, puff~~" Blood splattered, and those martial artists stood no chance to resist as they were instantly pierced through.

Then their bodies were directly dissolved by the Xuanshui, and bones fell into the river, being decomposed immediately.

"Damn it! How could this happen!" Ba Heng roared in anger, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins.

Among those twelve martial artists, five were from the Holy Fire Sect, three from the Daoist School, and four from the Blue Moon Sect.

In other words, of the twenty people from the Holy Fire Sect who came to Qinglin City, sixteen had already died. Now, with Ba Heng, there were only four left from the Holy Fire Sect. This exchange meeting was supposed to be attended by talented disciples from the Holy Fire Sect, and nearly half were Dao Sect-level genius martial artists.

But now, so few had survived, leaving Ba Heng furious. He glared at Ye Feng: "You scoundrel, you acted suddenly like that, they didn’t have time to react. Did you do it on purpose!"

Ba Heng was the angriest at this moment, yet Ye Feng remained calm: "I already said to follow my words. Since I’m the captain, you should fully trust me. They hesitated, doubted me, and that cost them their lives. What’s that got to do with me? If you’re unhappy, you can leave now and stop following me!"

Against Ye Feng’s words, Ba Heng was helpless. Ye Feng wasn’t wrong; they indeed didn’t trust him. When Ye Feng told them to move, they didn’t, and now they were dead; they couldn’t blame Ye Feng.

Ye Feng’s eyes were relaxed as he looked at Ba Heng, who resentfully said, "You knew there was a formation in the Xuanshui River. Why didn’t you neutralize the formation first and then let us go over?"

Ye Feng looked at Ba Heng as if he were an idiot: "Are you crazy? To break a formation, you have to enter it first, and the formation is wrapped by Xuanshui. Do you want me to enter the Xuanshui to break the formation? That would be suicidal."

After hearing Ye Feng’s words, Ba Heng’s face turned very unpleasant, flushed with discomfort.

But Ye Feng remained relaxed and disdainful, saying to everyone, "If anyone is not satisfied with me, you can leave now. I won’t stop any of you, nor will I ask you to stay."

Everyone hung their heads. They had come this far; how could they just leave?

Ye Feng then led them towards the castle, and soon everyone entered the castle, where they curiously examined their surroundings.

They were surprised to find that this enormous castle actually had no formations. Ye Feng also looked around: "There aren’t many formations, it’s relatively safe. Let’s split up. If you find anything, contact with Sound Transmission Talisman!" Everyone nodded and dispersed.

Wang Can followed Ye Feng closely, chuckling, "I didn’t have high hopes. If I can get out alive, that’s enough. It’s safer with you; I won’t look for things myself."

"Hmm..." Ye Feng smiled faintly, nodding. He had quite a favorable impression of Wang Can.

They searched the castle separately, discovering it was vast with thousands of rooms.

But they found that most rooms had no danger, nor any treasures.

Two days quickly passed, and every time Ye Feng entered a room, he stayed for a while. Wang Can was very curious what Ye Feng was doing since the rooms seemed empty.

Yet Ye Feng lingered a few minutes in each room before leaving.

Wang Can curiously asked, "Ye Feng, why do you pause briefly in each room? What are you doing?" Ye Feng simply replied mysteriously, "You’ll find out soon enough..."

At last, while everyone was inside the castle, Ye Feng’s Sound Transmission Talisman was activated by Immortal Yue Qing, informing him they’d found a treasure vault, guarded by a Defensive Array. She wanted Ye Feng to come over.

Ye Feng proceeded towards the direction given by Immortal Yue Qing, and soon he reached the vault’s entrance. As expected, a powerful Defensive Array surrounded the vault’s door, blocking the way.

Ye Feng and the others clearly felt the strong Treasure Energy emanating from the array, indicating many treasures inside. This excited everyone, making them eager to explore the treasure.

At the entrance stood Immortal Yue Qing, Bo Yu, and Ba Heng waiting for Ye Feng...