Upon hearing Nangong Haotian's words, Qin Yang's face also turned cold. When others show him a friendly face, he naturally responds with kindness; when others speak coldly, Qin Yang won't stand for it either.

"Regarding Zilan's matter, I will do my best. There's no need to worry about how others view me. As for those who wish to challenge me, feel free to come."

Qin Yang glanced at Nangong Haotian coldly.

"You..."

Nangong Haotian's thin, old face furrowed, and the invisible aura around him began to emanate.

"Hmph."

Qin Yang snorted coldly, a chill in his eyes. This Nangong Haotian likely had his brain squashed by a door. Qin Yang didn't even know him, yet he came directly to confront him.

As a matter of fact, Nangong Haotian was the grandfather of Nangong Yunfeng, the person who had clashed with Qin Yang at Feipu Manor that day. Nangong Yunfeng came back with some injuries, and therefore, Nangong Haotian naturally didn't have a good impression of Qin Yang.

"Elder Haotian, young friend Qin Yang is a guest from afar, moreover, he has come this time for Zilan, which is not the way the Nangong Clan treats guests."

Nangong Feng's eyebrows slightly furrowed, his deep-set eyes turning to Nangong Haotian, he said.

"Indeed, I was reckless."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Haotian paused for a moment and nodded, but his eyes still carried a hint of coldness as he looked at Qin Yang.

Of course, Qin Yang couldn't be bothered with Nangong Haotian and instead turned his gaze to Nangong Feng.

"Clan head Nangong, where is Zilan trapped?"

Without further ado, Qin Yang directly asked.

"Please follow me, young friend Qin Yang."

Nangong Feng replied.

Following Nangong Feng's lead, they bypassed the grand main hall and passed through a picturesque maple forest, and the view ahead suddenly opened up.

It was a massive square.

The square was paved with hard marble slabs, covered with intricate crimson patterns, the red color seeming to seep out from beneath the ground.

The entire plaza was paved with these slabs, looking quite impressive.

Treading on this square, one could feel a pure fire energy transmitting from the ground.

"This is...?"

Qin Yang's gaze narrowed slightly, entering here, he could feel his spiritual power becoming extremely active, the spiritual energy in this space was also extremely purified.

"This place is extraordinary."

Qin Yang's eyes flashed.

"Young friend Qin Yang, this is the Holy Land of the Nangong Clan."

Seeing Qin Yang's expression change, Nangong Feng smiled, a hint of pride in his voice.

"Hmm."

Qin Yang nodded heavily, this place indeed had many peculiarities, and then Qin Yang directed his gaze ahead.

At the moment, on this square, there were dozens of figures, some seated cross-legged, while others sparred on a distant Martial Arts Arena.

However, these people turned to look at Qin Yang and Nangong Feng as they arrived.

Among these dozens of figures, three stood out.

One figure had a gentle demeanor, refined and elegant, wearing a spotless white robe, this person was Nangong Feiyang, the most talented disciple of the Nangong Clan.

Next to Nangong Feiyang was a man whose face, though not handsome, bore a defiant spirit.

This man was named Nangong Yi, and on his back was a gleaming longsword, clearly not ordinary.

The remaining figure was a tall, slender woman whose red robe highlighted her shapely figure. Her light red hair cascaded down, her beautiful eyes held a certain allure, she was named Nangong Huozhu.

These three were the most outstanding talented disciples of the Nangong Clan.

Though young, they possessed strength not inferior to the Sixth Layer of the Innate Realm, equivalent to some elders, truly remarkable.

Of course, their fast cultivation progress was not unrelated to the unique environment here.

"Yun Feng, was Miss Zilan with that boy in the Mortal Realm for the two months?"

Nangong Yi glanced at Qin Yang who had just entered the Holy Land, speaking somewhat harshly.

"Yes, this boy is the one who took Miss Zilan away."

Among the crowd, Nangong Yunfeng saw Qin Yang again, his pupils igniting with anger, he nodded at once.

When he left Feipu Manor that day, he felt that this boy would eventually come to the Nangong Clan, and it really happened!

That day at Feipu Manor, right in front of Miss Zilan, Elder Yue Chan, and Elder Yun Lie, he was dislocated at both shoulders and kicked away by this boy, a scene he still remembers.

"Hehe, this boy really is something, for him to warrant the clan head and many to accompany him to the Holy Land."

Nangong Yi chuckled, a proud coldness in his eyes.

"Brother Yi, he's here at the Nangong Clan this time because Elder Yue Chan claims he is a Daoist, perhaps knowledgeable in Array Skills, able to enter the tower and bring Miss Zilan out."

Nangong Yunfeng stared at Qin Yang who had just entered the Holy Land, said.

"Miss Zilan will be fine, it's just that she entered a bit longer this time, I believe Miss Zilan will come out."

Nangong Yi confidently stated.

Zilan was now sixteen or seventeen, having blossomed into a beautiful young lady, with a pure, lively face, she was naturally the goddess in the hearts of many Nangong family children.

"However, this boy is rumored to be part of a Daoist lineage lost for a millennium, knowing some Daoist Techniques, I, Nangong Yi, indeed wish to meet him."

Nangong Yi's gaze fell on Qin Yang in the distance, he said casually.

"Brother Yi, you didn't need to handle him, leave it to me, to avenge the humiliation at the villa that day."

Nangong Yunfeng stared at Qin Yang in the distance, speaking coldly.

"I say, you two, he's here to help bring Zilan out of the tower, and you're scheming against him already, it's not right."

Nangong Huozhu, dressed in fiery red robe, knitted her brows, said.

"Sister Huozhu, you are right. As well, let's see how this boy enters that tower."

Upon hearing this, Nangong Yi paused for a moment, nodded.

"Hopefully, he's not just an embroidered pillow but truly capable of entering our Holy Tower."

Nangong Yi chuckled lightly, spoke calmly.

"I'm also looking forward to seeing a second person from outside the Nangong Clan enter the Holy Tower in a thousand years."

Beside him, Nangong Feiyang had a faint smile at the corner of his mouth, his demeanor carefree.

While Nangong Feiyang, Nangong Yi, and others watched Qin Yang just entering the Holy Land, Qin Yang naturally saw the dozens of people on the plaza.

"Young friend Qin Yang, typically our Nangong Clan's members cultivate here."

Nangong Feng said.

Upon hearing this, Qin Yang nodded; this plaza was very peculiar, with extremely pure fire energy around, which was beneficial not only for these Ancient Martial Artists.

Even for Qin Yang, it was extremely advantageous, if one were to cultivate here, the speed would likely not be weaker than cultivation at Feipu Manor, it's indeed mysterious.

What strange things might be here?

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