Chapter 2242 - 2242: Danger 4<div>


    Trantor: Henyee Trantions Editor: Henyee Trantions


    “Is that truly the query posed by the Head of the Undead Race?” The elderly figure standing before her exuded an air of affability, resembling the patriarch of a revered sect. The spiritual energy and emanating pressure cast a shadow over those present.


    Yet, an unsettling feeling gnawed at her. She detected an aura of death emanating from this figure, akin to her own.<div>


    This was no living being.


    While the Undead Race may be shrouded in an aura of death, they still possessed corporeal forms. This man, however,cked even that.


    “I am Elderly Man Xuan Zhen,” he dered with a calm voice, yet his intimidating presence was aimed directly at the Head of the Undead Race, causing the others in the room to feel its weight.


    “That is Elderly Man Xuan Zhen! We have a portrait of him, and this man matches it!” eximed some disciples with excitement.


    Indeed, he bore the semnce of a man, and the surroundings appeared habitable, almost leading them to believe her words.


    The Head of the Undead Race shook his head resolutely. “He is not.”


    “If he were, why would he find himself within the mystic realm of the Supreme Sect?” The Head of the Undead Race raised a valid point.


    “You, with your unsightly visage, are only skilled at disrupting harmony!” someone interjected with disdain.


    The Head of the Undead Race felt a surge of irritation. He had extended an olive branch, and now he was being insulted as an unsightly woman who only knew how to sow discord.


    She was utterly exasperated.


    “I engaged in a fierce conflict with individuals from the Second World, resulting in the demise of Second World practitioners and the Patriarch of the Supreme Sect. I sustained grave injuries. While I did not meet my end, I remained ensnared within this mystic realm. Since then, I have patiently bided my time, hoping that among those present, I could find a disciple worthy of inheriting the wisdom I’ve umted over a lifetime. Only then can I peacefully reside within this mystic realm,” the man who imed to be Elderly Man Xuan Zhen exined.<div>


    Such an opportunity was undeniably remarkable! Who wouldn’t desire it? Acquiring his cultivation would be an unimaginable boon.


    “I volunteer!”


    “Count me in!”


    “I’m in too!”


    Nearly everyone in the room sumbed to temptation.


    However, Gu Chaoyan, Di Hongyun, and the Head of the Undead Race remained silent.


    Something felt amiss.


    Elderly Man Xuan Zhen had already set aside his teacup and risen from his seat. “I cannot make a decision with so many present. Follow me.”


    They all chose to apany Elderly Man Xuan Zhen.


    Gu Chaoyan shook her head firmly. “No.”


    “It’s none of your concern!” snapped someone, clearly thrilled by the prospect.<div>


    Gu Chaoyan took a deep breath as she observed him, then took a few determined steps forward and shattered her teacup on the floor.


    The tter of the teacup striking the ground resonated through the room. Dissatisfaction emanated from the onlookers, and the elderly man vanished from the room as well.


    Elderly Man Xuan Zhen had disappeared without a trace.


    Before him, there was emptiness.


    The individuals who had initially been incensed swiftly grasped the reality of the situation.


    Deception?!


    They had likely been manipted.


    If they had chosen to follow…


    Their lives might have been forfeit by now.


    Their gaze then shifted to Gu Chaoyan…


    A sense of gratitude washed over them. How fortunate…


    That she had given them a stark reminder..