Inside the side chamber, after Yang Kai's explanation, An Ling'er finally understood what he was scheming.
If his guess was correct, then once they exited this small Mystic World, they would arrive in the Demon Domain!
The Demon Domain was territory of the Demon Race. Since ancient times, humans and demons had been bitter enemies. Across the Profound Continent, aside from the neutral zones, members of different races who encountered one another were bound to fight.
If Yang Kai and An Ling'er, two humans, suddenly appeared in the Demon Domain, they would inevitably be hunted down by the Demon Race. At that point, even with heaven-defying abilities, escape would be nearly impossible.
But with Gou Chi around, things were different.
The fellow's father was the Demon General Gou Qiong—a figure of immense power who could overshadow the sky itself. As long as he was willing to shelter Yang Kai and An Ling'er, they wouldn't have to worry about any of that.
That was precisely why Yang Kai had reached out to pull him along, earning his gratitude in the process.
Hearing this, An Ling'er fixed Yang Kai with a look of disdain. "So that's what this is—pressing your advantage to ask for favors. Why are you always scheming like this?"
Yang Kai gave a light snort. "I'm simply thinking further ahead than you. But of course, all of this hinges on whether we can actually get out of here. If we can't, even sworn-brotherhood with that thug Gou Chi would be useless."
"Can we get out?" An Ling'er bit her red lip gently, unease rippling across her brow.
"I don't know. We'll just have to do our best." Yang Kai shook his head helplessly. He didn't dare make any promises now—he could only say he would give it everything he had to carve out a path to survival.
"I wonder how the Holy Land is doing," An Ling'er sighed softly.
Nan Shenggu had suddenly turned into that state, and the old Holy Master had very likely already perished. The entire Holy Land was probably thrown into utter chaos by now.
"I don't know how your Holy Land is faring, but I have a feeling those three sisters of yours who are also Saintesses are in grave danger!"
"Ah—" An Ling'er's lovely face drained of color as she gasped. Thinking more carefully, she suddenly realized Yang Kai's words were quite possibly true.
Because they cultivated the same technique, Nan Shenggu could easily locate the positions of the other Saintesses. An Ling'er had escaped a brush with death on that archipelago, but her three sisters might not have been so lucky. The Saintesses' touring retinues had no Saint Realm experts guarding them—no one who could withstand a former Saintess at the second level of the Saint Realm.
It was entirely possible that before Nan Shenggu had even come after An Ling'er, she had already killed one or even more of those three.
Yang Kai's single remark sent An Ling'er's joy at having narrowly survived crashing to the bottom, her pretty face turning faintly pale.
"Pretend I didn't say that. The situation might not be that bad!" Yang Kai silently regretted his words. He had long since considered these possibilities and had only spoken them offhandedly, never expecting to upset An Ling'er so deeply.
"This is all your fault! I was in such a good mood…" An Ling'er glared at Yang Kai with reddened eyes, then pressed her hands to her cheeks and hurried out with quick steps.
Yang Kai shook his head in resignation, feeling that trouble had indeed sprung from his own mouth.
The Yang Tribe was fairly trustworthy. Not long after Yang Kai and the others had settled in, a large quantity of spirit pills and medicinal herbs was delivered—all of them Yang-attributed.
The ambient Yang-attributed energy here was incredibly dense, making it naturally ideal for growing herbs of that attribute. The Yang Tribe must have alchemists among their ranks, as all the herbs had already been refined into pills.
Ten bottles in total, ten pills per bottle, all at the lower grade of spirit grade.
Not particularly high-end, but not too shabby either.
Ten bottles of lower-grade spirit pills—Yang Kai consumed them all in less than half an hour, and the Yang Liquid he had spent was essentially replenished.
However, Yang Kai wasn't entirely satisfied. He had been planning to use this opportunity to squeeze the Yang Tribe a bit more.
After all, he might need to supply the Divine Tree with Yang Liquid many more times in the future. How could a mere ten bottles of spirit pills satisfy him?
After three days of calm, Yang Kai once again requested more pills from the Yang Tribe. The tribesman in charge of the matter nearly had his eyes bulge out of his skull.
Ten bottles—one hundred spirit pills in total. Any one of their tribesmen could stretch that supply over several months, yet Yang Kai had burned through every single pill in just three days.
But under their watchful eyes, they knew Yang Kai had been meditating in his room the entire time, never stepping outside once. He possessed no storage Artifacts like Cosmos Bags either, so there was no way he could have hidden the pills away.
After a thorough scolding, they ultimately brought him another ten bottles, reminding him sternly to use them sparingly—that even for the Yang Tribe, refining these pills was no easy task.
Yang Kai nodded to their faces and scoffed behind their backs, still swallowing those pills as casually as eating beans.
Lower-grade spirit grade pills—if he wanted to refine them now, he could do so effortlessly. Ten bottles would take him less than two days.
It was safe to say the Yang Tribe's alchemists were simply too poor at their craft.
Days slipped by. Everyone in the Yang Tribe assumed that after this round of appeasement, the Divine Tree would remain stable for a good while. But barely five days had passed before the tree once again emitted unstable energy fluctuations.
The moment he detected them, Yang Kai had already prepared himself.
Sure enough, before long, someone came to retrieve him and bring him to the Divine Tree.