Zhao Yi still underestimated the harm Su Qianqian caused to the male protagonist.

A young monk who had grown up in the temple, his senses close and not near women.

Had suddenly someone sit on his face with their buttocks.

And was forced to suck on that area.

The harm, though not fatal, could drive a person mad.

At this moment, the male protagonist was nearly collapsing.

His steps were staggering, as if he had lost his soul, looking dejected, with not a hint of vitality on his face.

It was unclear how much time had passed when suddenly an old voice resonated in his mind.

"Poor child, you have suffered!"

Upon hearing the old monk's voice, a glimmer of life finally returned to the male protagonist's vacant gaze.

He stopped in his tracks, carrying a hint of grievance in his tone, questioned: "Ancestor Master, why didn't you take action just now?"

The old monk fell silent immediately.

How could he take action?

The old monk had fallen into Zhao Yi's hands and was tortured by him once.

Later, he suffered an attack by mysterious men in black, his divine soul almost dissipated.

Given his current strength, dealing even with a novice Body Tempering Realm practitioner was difficult.

If he had helped the male protagonist, the best he could do was to hold Su Qianqian with his hands.

The little monk couldn't withstand the shock after chanting Buddha for a few years.

The old monk had lived for hundreds of years.

To ask him to use his hand to support a young woman's buttocks.

If word got out, would he not lose face?

Cough cough!

The old monk gave a light cough: "I was asleep just now, and I just woke up!"

After saying this, he didn't give the male protagonist a chance to retort, changed the subject: "Young monk, since you have already entered the Secret Realm, do not waste any more time! Quickly go to the place I told you about earlier."

The male protagonist, helpless, could only consider himself unlucky.

Upon hearing the old monk's words, he asked: "Ancestor Master, what's at the place you mentioned?"

The old monk cryptically said: "Don't ask too much now, you'll find out once you get there!"

The male protagonist nodded, said no more, distinguished the direction, and quickly walked toward the location the old monk marked.

Before long, the male protagonist arrived in front of a field of scattered tombs.

The male protagonist was at the third-tier Qi Movement Realm, within the dense fog, his sight range was only a hundred steps.

But that was enough!

The male protagonist cast his gaze ahead, where there were large, black stone markers scattered messily, leaning in various directions, like a terrifying, sinister Monument Forest.

Seeing this scene, the male protagonist appeared slightly hesitant.

He asked the old monk: "Ancestor Master, are you sure this is the place?"

The old monk evidently didn't expect this scene either.

He hesitated for a moment, then nodded affirmatively.

"This is indeed the place!"

"I observed for several months outside the Secret Realm, the mysterious aura erupted from here, there can be no mistake!"

"Go in, the opportunity lies within!"

Hearing the old monk's assurance, the male protagonist no longer hesitated and stepped into the Monument Forest.

The sinister wind rose suddenly!

Strange wails and howls whistled from all around.

Like crying and lamenting, with a tone of resentment.

"Amitabha!"

The male protagonist put his hands together, expression unchanging, calmly chanting a Buddhist chant.

These sounds were indeed very frightening.

But compared to that terrifying woman.

The degree of terror was less than one in ten thousand!

Recalling that woman, the male protagonist couldn't help but shiver.

"Amitabha!"

With a pale face, large beads of sweat rolled down from the male protagonist's forehead.

Perhaps feeling they scared the male protagonist, the ghostly wails around became even more piercing and shrill.

Instead of fear, the male protagonist felt peace over his heart.

"Amitabha."

He chanted a Buddhist chant, exhaled a long breath.

"Women are fiercer than ferocious ghosts!"

Continuing forward along the Monument Forest, after about an incense stick's time, the male protagonist suddenly stopped.

He looked at the stone marker in front of him, frowning slightly.

On the tombstone were four large characters.

"Five Sons of the Dragon"

The reason the male protagonist stopped at the tombstone was not the abnormal inscription on the stone.

He had already encountered this tombstone three times in a row.

Once was a coincidence, twice an accident.

But now encountering the same tombstone three times meant one thing.

He was lost!

The male protagonist asked in his mind: "Ancestor Master, have you noticed anything?"

The old monk did not answer immediately.

The male protagonist was patient, waiting for the old monk's response.

Another incense stick's time passed.

The old monk suddenly said: "There seems to be an array here."

The male protagonist: "…So then?"

Could he not tell it was an array?

If not an array, then what?

A ghost wall?

The male protagonist asked: "Ancestor Master, do you have a method to break the array?"

The old monk fell silent again.

The male protagonist: "…"

The male protagonist grew increasingly disappointed with the old monk.

As problems became more persistent, the old monk not only failed to assist but became a burden instead.

The male protagonist suddenly thought of the black-robed senior.

When the black-robed senior spoke of the Arhat Ancestor Master, he was disdainful.

The male protagonist originally thought he was pretending to be mysterious.

Now it seemed, the black-robed senior truly looked down on this old monk.

The male protagonist couldn't help but reflect.

Giving up the world's top "Dragon God Technique" to practice the Buddhist Cultivation Technique.

Was it a right or wrong decision?

The old monk apparently felt he was losing face as well.

He gave a light cough, prepared to speak, when suddenly a crisp female voice rang out from outside the Monument Forest.

"Oh? Someone arrived before me!"

The male protagonist immediately turned around.

He saw a beautiful young woman in her teenage years, looking at him with surprise.

The young woman wore a goose-yellow long gown, a golden hairpin in her hair, and a string of excellent quality pearls around her neck.

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