Chapter 527: Your Genius is Too Cheap

“Then let’s go!”

Qing Lian eagerly led Ye Chen and Zhao Tiankuo toward the White Tiger Tribe.

“When do you plan on rescuing the people from the Vermilion Bird Tribe?” Qing Lian asked on the way.

“After I awaken the White Tiger Tribe’s totem power,” Ye Chen said.

“That’s true. Once the totem power is awakened, my own strength should also see a breakthrough.”

“When you go to save them, I might even be able to help.”

Qing Lian said with a grin.

Although she was the Priest of the White Tiger Tribe, she was ultimately still a young girl, not yet fully mature.

That unique, innocent charm of a young girl had not completely vanished from her.

“A breakthrough?”

Zhao Tiankuo glanced at Qing Lian, and his expression couldn’t help but change. “Third Layer of the Spirit Sea Realm?”

He hadn’t seen her fight in the cave earlier, so it was only now that he learned of her true strength.

No wonder he was so shocked.

Qing Lian’s cultivation realm was high enough to crush everyone in the Vermilion Bird Tribe.

Most importantly, she was so young!

Zhao Tiankuo couldn’t help but feel a wave of emotion.

‘To become the Priest of the White Tiger Tribe at such a young age… it really isn’t just about connections.’

‘Strength is a crucial part of it, too.’

Seeing that Zhao Tiankuo seemed stunned by her cultivation level, Qing Lian felt a secret delight and laughed. “Scared you, didn’t I? When it comes to cultivation, I’m a peerless genius.”

“Is that so?”

“The ‘geniuses’ in your tribe must be a dime a dozen.”

Ye Chen said casually.

“You!” Qing Lian glared at Ye Chen indignantly, but in the end, she didn’t say anything.

There was nothing she could do. She couldn’t refute Ye Chen’s words.

‘Compared to Ye Chen, isn’t my so-called genius talent a bit too cheap!’

Of course, Ye Chen didn’t actually intend to crush her spirit.

Just a little back-and-forth banter now and then was a good way to lighten the mood.

The White Tiger Tribe was not far from Jade Crane Mountain.

About two hours later, the group returned to the White Tiger Tribe.

Just as Ye Chen had thought, there wasn’t much difference between the White Tiger Tribe and the Vermilion Bird Tribe.

Their locations were equally desolate and sparsely populated.

They were surrounded by barren mountains and treacherous waters, with rugged and difficult mountain paths.

“Priest, you’ve returned!”

The people of the White Tiger Tribe were thrilled to see Qing Lian.

However, when they saw Ye Chen and Zhao Tiankuo following behind her, they couldn’t help but look confused.

Qing Lian immediately recounted what had happened on Jade Crane Mountain.

She also explained the purpose of Ye Chen’s visit to their tribe.

“This young friend is Miss Qiyun’s husband? He’s so powerful that he could repel Sikong of the Luo Race!?”

The people of the White Tiger Tribe were all stunned.

Although there wasn’t the slightest fluctuation of Spiritual Power from Ye Chen, they clearly trusted Qing Lian and didn’t question her words.

In the gazes directed at Ye Chen, a glimmer of awe unconsciously emerged.

As for Zhao Tiankuo, he was not a complete stranger to them.

After all, Zhao Tiankuo was an Elder of the Vermilion Bird Tribe. The two tribes were closely allied, and they interacted frequently enough that they all recognized him.

Soon, the tribespeople who had been responsible for escorting the woman with the ponytail back also arrived.

Upon seeing Ye Chen, they all greeted him enthusiastically.

“Where is Si Rong?”

“Take me to her!”

Qing Lian said directly.

After arranging for Zhao Tiankuo to rest and recover from his injuries, Ye Chen followed Qing Lian into the White Tiger Tribe’s dungeon.

The dungeon was dark and damp. The surrounding bluestone slabs were covered in moss, and a pungent odor filled the air.

According to Qing Lian, there was an Array buried beneath the dungeon. Cultivators locked inside would be permeated and tormented by a sinister, cold energy every day.

Even Ye Chen, after seeing the dungeon’s environment, couldn’t help but think, ‘This dungeon really is a place for torturing criminals. Just based on the environment alone, an ordinary Cultivator probably couldn’t stand it for even half a day.’

Let alone Si Rong, who was just a woman.

Although she had some cultivation, she couldn’t withstand the power of the dungeon’s Forbidden Array.

Sure enough, when he saw Si Rong, Ye Chen almost didn’t recognize her.

Her hair was no longer in a ponytail but hung loose behind her. Her body was covered in filth, her face was grimy, and the cell she was in was an absolute mess, reeking of a foul stench.

Qing Lian quickly covered her nose; even she could barely stand it.

However, ‘Still, treating a member of the Luo Race to this kind of environment is quite satisfying,’ she thought.

“It’s you?”

Si Rong sat in the cell with vacant eyes, her arms bound by iron chains, unable to move freely.

Upon seeing Qing Lian’s arrival, a glimmer of life returned to her eyes, which then filled with a terrifying, vicious light.

“What’s this? Giving me such a murderous look the moment you see me. Are you thinking of killing me?”

Qing Lian chuckled, feigning ease. She was deliberately trying to provoke the other woman.

Si Rong stared viciously at Qing Lian. “Your tribe will be annihilated by my race sooner or later!”

She forced herself to sit up straight, causing the two iron chains to rattle and clank.

“Heh, I’m afraid you won’t live to see that day.”

“Besides, the situation for your Luo Race isn’t as good as you think.”

Qing Lian took out a bronze mirror. Light swirled across its surface, and the scene from the cave appeared.

In the image, Ye Chen sent Sikong flying with a single punch. Sikong spat blood, looking utterly wretched as he slammed heavily into the stone wall beside them and was finally buried by rubble.

At that point, the image abruptly ended.

Si Rong’s eyes widened, a look of utter disbelief on her face.

Her elder brother was actually defeated so miserably by the young man standing before her!

How could this be possible?!

“No… my brother… he’s one of the only Primordial Mansion Realm Cultivators in our tribe! How could he possibly lose to you!”

“This must be fake! You’re just trying to mess with my mind!”

Si Rong’s fists clenched, her hoarse voice tinged with madness. She thrashed her arms wildly, as if trying to desperately break free from the chains and escape the cell.

But it was all in vain.

Qing Lian said coolly, “Whether you believe it or not is no longer important.”

“My tribespeople told me you refuse to reveal any information… That doesn’t matter either.”

“We will crush the Luo Race, and we will keep you alive to witness that end with your own eyes.”

Hearing this, Si Rong finally regained her composure. She snorted with contempt. “Crush the Luo Race? With just you lot?”

“Or do you think you can fight my entire Luo Race just by relying on his power?”

Si Rong looked at Ye Chen, who was beside Qing Lian, with a mocking gaze. “You’re far too naive!”

“Within the sphere of Lieyang City, our Luo Race is strong enough to be considered a third-rate power. Our foundation is far deeper than what an unranked faction like yours could ever compare to.”

“A third-rate power?”

Ye Chen was taken aback. This was the first time he had heard this term.