CHAPTER 482: 482 THE PERSISTENT INNER DEMON SHE CAN’T DISMISS

For that strange treasure related to the Ancient Divine Beast, a battle between her and Qu Fengting was inevitable. Yang Boqiao’s leakage of her secret was merely to make Qu Fengting somewhat more cautious beforehand, but it wasn’t anything too significant.

Instead, it was Yang Boqiao’s affection for his younger brother that slightly moved her, involuntarily reminding her of Mu Hanfeng, who had not returned for a long time. The duration of this training had also been unusually long, making her wonder what Realm his strength had ultimately reached and whether he faced any dangers.

If it were she and Mu Hanfeng in a perilous situation, with inadequate strength needing to rely on others, what else could she uphold for the safety of Mu Hanfeng? Or conversely, for the sake of saving herself, what could Mu Hanfeng, who had once been willing to sacrifice even his life, uphold?

Upon such reflection, the slight indignation in Han Yan’s heart dissipated, leaving her feeling suddenly enlightened.

"Thank you, Young Master Mu, for your magnanimity. I, Yang Boqiao, will remember your kindness in my heart. Should I safely escape this predicament, I shall definitely repay you generously in the future," Yang Boqiao, who had come prepared to face Han Yan’s wrath, surprisingly found her not only unangry but also not uttering a single harsh word, making him feel guiltier with his eyes moistening as he deeply bowed to her.

"Alright, you should leave now. There are too many prying eyes around, and it’s not good for people to see you associating with us," Han Yan said with a smile.

Yang Boqiao nodded, gave another formal bow, and then quickly left.

"This guy is untrustworthy. Forgiving him so easily is letting him off too cheaply," Mu Chengyu, still not appeased, remarked.

"It’s just a trivial matter, why bother getting upset over such things?" Han Yan said with a dismissive smile.

Looking at the uneven mountains in the distance, with clouds and mist floating among them, Han Yan’s heart felt serene, with the oppressive silence from the valley now completely dispelled.

At that moment, Han Yan had not realized how the subtle emotional shift brought about by that small movement would greatly benefit her cultivation in the future.

In her past life, having endured neglect and ridicule in childhood, she had suddenly made rapid progress in her cultivation at sixteen, only to be mercilessly killed at the moment she entered the ranks of Sword Saints by her best friend; furthermore, her family members died one after the other for her, leaving indelible memories in her mind and planting seeds of hostility deep within her heart.

Currently, she could not yet feel the harm brought by this hostility; however, as her cultivation grew higher, this hostility would take root and sprout within her, inevitably becoming a haunting demon that might completely consume her at a critical moment.

Yet this fleeting touch opened her heart suddenly, and the hostility started dissolving bit by bit.

After lunch and a short rest, Qu Fengting ordered them to continue deeper into the valley, and Han Yan and her companions followed at a considerable distance.

No wonder Qu Fengting remained unconcerned about her following behind; he probably knew of her strength from Yang Boqiao and didn’t dare complicate things.

Not having to pretend to be morally upright in front of that guy or face others’ cold mockery and ridicule wasn’t too bad either.

Several hours passed, and as the sky gradually darkened, the valley became narrower and the path underfoot more winding and steep.

"Alliance Leader, Alliance Leader, something seems off ahead. Could you come and see if it leads to an outside passageway?" Suddenly, a voice filled with excitement called out from ahead.