Bodies or spells were occasionally flung out of the door, suggesting a lively battle.
After Ye Fan and his companions entered, they finally understood what was happening.
Weapons were displayed on racks, each emitting a powerful energy fluctuation.
Ye Fan couldn't sense the energy fluctuations, but judging by the materials and craftsmanship alone, the weapons were impressive.
Of course, "impressive" was relative to the people present.
On nearby racks sat a large pile of small porcelain bottles, likely containing pills.
The combatants were a chaotic mix of forces, with no more than five people from any single faction at a time.
Dozens of different factions were involved, so conflict was inevitable.
And the fighting was utterly chaotic.
A cunning cultivator seized the opportunity amidst the chaos to snatch a bottle of pills, planning to escape once he got his hands on it.
However, before he could even place it in his ring, he was sent away by a spell that appeared from nowhere.
A few cultivators managed to reach the entrance and were about to exit when everyone else turned their fire on them.
Some were so close to escaping that they were stabbed in the back by their own allies!
"Are these guys out of their minds?" the Little Demoness mused. "Even if they kill others, how can they guarantee their own safety? They'd be better off conserving their strength and lying low."
Perhaps it was due to spending so much time with Ye Fan, but the Little Demoness now often used terms common to him.
"That's human nature," Ye Fan sighed. "If I can't have it, neither can you. Even if I die, I'll take some with me. For them, treasures appearing would be more unbearable than death if they had to lie low."
As they spoke, several attacks flew towards Ye Fan and his group.
A flash of dark light around the Little Demoness made these attacks vanish.
Unfortunately, the cultivators were too engrossed in their frenzied battle to notice.
The fight raged for nearly half an hour.
When it ended, only four people remained on the field.
Perhaps they were exhausted, or perhaps the four suddenly came to their senses.
"It's just the four of us left, what's there to fight about?"
With that, their gazes collectively turned towards Ye Fan and his companions.
Seeing Ye Fan's group's cultivation levels, the four casually began to collect the spoils.
Just a few rookies, no need to take them seriously.
"Ye Fan~~" the Little Demoness suddenly hugged Ye Fan's arm and pouted. "I want some~~"
Ye Fan's head buzzed, and goosebumps erupted all over him!
"Take whatever you want!"
Ye Fan quickly pushed away the Little Demoness's 'claws' and kept rubbing his arm.
"Damn it, where did you learn all this nonsense from!"
"Hehe!" the Little Demoness chuckled, rubbing her hands together, and walked towards the four individuals.
Seeing the woman truly walking towards them with no regard for her own life, the four immediately prepared to strike her down.
Then...
They were gone, without even knowing what had happened.
The Little Demoness happily picked up the items and put them into her ring one by one.
After finishing, she had only taken a few steps back when she seemed to remember something.
She then turned back and removed the spatial rings from the four.
"Oh?" As she walked back, the Little Demoness glanced towards the entrance. "Ye Fan, Sister Hong Ying and the others are here!"
Somewhere in the ruins.
Huang Huihong led the Hong Ying sisters forward cautiously.
The journey so far had truly terrified them.
Just the lingering auras of demonic beasts after battles made their hearts pound.
Witnessing a battle between a cultivator and a demonic beast once more almost made them wet themselves from fright.
Demonic cultivators, though formidable, were still dependent on their cultivation realm.
The Hong Ying sisters were, to put it mildly, complete novices.
Huang Huihong had some strength, but over the years, to stabilize the Great Chief's injuries, he had suffered too much depletion.
So much so that his cultivation had regressed once.
Moreover, he was in a semi-weakened state every day, like a sickly invalid.
Worst of all, their communication jade had lost signal since entering the ruins.
They had tried to contact Ye Fan many times without success.
If it weren't for the Black Soul Grass, they would have turned back long ago.
In this regard, Huang Huihong was quite loyal.
As for the Hong Ying sisters, their Great Chief was their grandfather.
"Sister Hong Ying!" a crisp voice suddenly called out.
The next moment, Ye Fan and his companions flew before Huang Huihong and the two sisters.
"Ye, Senior Ye..." Huang Huihong was completely dumbfounded.
The Hong Ying sisters, however, immediately threw themselves onto the Little Demoness and burst into tears.
Ye Fan's face darkened: "You two demonic cultivators, how can you be so timid..."
As night had fallen, Ye Fan began preparing dinner.
During their chat, they finally understood what had happened.
When the ruins opened, they had intended to come, but their Great Chief had suddenly fallen ill again.
Good heavens, the man was convulsing on his bed, almost performing a jig!
By the time Huang Huihong had exhausted himself stabilizing the Great Chief's injuries, a day had already passed.
Adding to that the fear and trepidation on their journey, which slowed them down, they had only just arrived.
"Oh, right," the Little Demoness remembered something. "Sister Hong Ying, Sister Lu Ying, we got a lot of good stuff just now, I'll share some with you."
As she spoke, the Little Demoness pulled out a pile of assorted items from her ring and placed them on the ground.
The glow of the treasures almost blinded Huang Huihong and the two sisters, their 24k titanium alloy dog eyes nearly popping out.
"Pick whatever you like!" the Little Demoness generously gestured.
Everyone needs friends, needs social interaction.
Unfortunately, the Little Demoness's former friends were gone. Now, besides Ye Fan and his companions, her only friends were the Hong Ying sisters.
Even though she knew the sisters had approached her with ulterior motives before, she still considered them friends.
"Sister Ling'er... you really don't need to..." the Hong Ying sisters stammered. "As long as we find the Black Soul Grass this time, we really don't need these..."
The Little Demoness dared to give, but they dared not accept.
Especially after what happened last time, they didn't even dare to look Ye Fan in the eye now.
In their minds, Ye Fan was already a formidable figure.
And those formidable figures often had very peculiar tempers.
What if this was a test?
If they dared to take it, they might perish immediately.
That night, Ye Fan finally had some peace: the Little Demoness went to the Hong Ying sisters' room to chat.
The next day.
After breakfast, the group set off again.
This time, with Huang Huihong and his companions leading the way, they no longer wandered aimlessly.
They still saw traces of battles on the way, but noticeably fewer than before.
Perhaps the Little Demoness was in a much better mood after meeting her friends.
When they encountered buildings like treasure pavilions or storage rooms, she excitedly led the Hong Ying sisters inside.
Initially, the other cultivators didn't pay much attention, still busy with their brawls.
But when they saw the Little Demoness defeat large groups with ease, they were all stunned!
Where did these powerful figures come from?
"I declare, this place is mine now!" the Little Demoness declared, shaking her small fist. "If you don't want to get beaten, all of you get out!"