Why Can't I Do It

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the people from Wangchen Convent, Qin Hao strolled leisurely back to Chen Ping's side.

"Brother Ye... are you alright?" Chen Ping looked him up and down, his eyes full of surprise. "They actually didn't beat you up."

Qin Hao wore a smile on his face. "Beat me up? Why would they do that? I didn't do anything, and we had a very pleasant chat."

With that, Qin Hao patted Chen Ping on the shoulder and laughed, "Brother Chen, like I said before, don't just blindly follow what others say. You have to see the truth for yourself."

Chen Ping nodded thoughtfully. His gaze drifted toward the group from Wangchen Convent. Those young nuns had delicate features and an otherworldly temperament. Set against their gray monastic robes, it actually brought out a cold, ascetic beauty.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Chen Ping's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by an eager gleam. He straightened his robes, smoothed his hair, stood up straight, and took a deep breath.

"Brother Ye is right. I should use my own eyes to see, rather than listening to rumors."

Chen Ping strode confidently toward Wangchen Convent. Stopping in front of the nuns, he cupped his hands in a polite and refined greeting.

"Reverend masters, I am Chen Ping of the Xuantian Holy Land. I have long admired the great name of Wangchen Convent and have come specifically to—"

Before Chen Ping could finish his sentence, the leading old nun fiercely opened her half-closed eyes. Her gaze was as sharp as a blade, cutting straight into Chen Ping's face.

"Get lost." The words were as freezing cold as ice from a cellar.

Chen Ping froze for a moment, but he quickly forced a smile. "Please do not misunderstand, Master. I harbor no ill intentions. I merely wish to make your acquaintance."

"Get lost!"

The old nun struck out with a palm. A terrifying force instantly blasted Chen Ping flying, causing him to spit out a mouthful of blood.

Seeing this, Yun Ya frowned slightly and used his spiritual energy to pull Chen Ping back to his side.

Feeling his internal organs churning violently, Chen Ping's face was filled with astonishment. No, you weren't like this to Ye Hao! Why? On what grounds?

Where am I inferior to him?

Chen Ping's face flushed bright red. He looked up at Qin Hao, who was currently trying his hardest to hold back his laughter.

"Brother Ye, didn't you say they were easy to get along with?"

Qin Hao blinked innocently. "They are easy to get along with. Didn't you see us having a great chat just now?"

Yun Ya's gaze shifted between Qin Hao and Chen Ping. After a good while, he spoke up, "Enough. Ye Hao is right, you shouldn't just blindly believe everything people say. He said they were easy to get along with, and you actually believed it? Don't you know the reputation of Wangchen Convent?"

Chen Ping was momentarily speechless. He said no more, but in his heart, he silently marked Qin Hao. This person's words could not be easily trusted.

At this moment, almost everyone present had their eyes fixed on Qin Hao. Wangchen Convent's reputation was well known, and they were all extremely curious. Why was it that when this guy approached those bad-tempered nuns of Wangchen Convent, they actually didn't drive him away?

Qin Hao looked up and saw Luo Qingxue sizing him up with a curious expression. He smiled faintly and nodded in greeting.

Luo Qingxue furrowed her brows. She felt that this masked fellow was very familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen him before.

Whenever she was on the verge of recalling, a cloud of fog would shroud her thoughts, leaving her deeply confused.

Luo Qingxue's gaze lingered on that fanged mask for a long time, so long that her fellow sisters beside her began to whisper among themselves.

"What's wrong with the Saintess today? She keeps staring at that masked guy."

"I don't know, but that person is indeed quite mysterious. Even the people from Wangchen Convent treat him politely. What do you think he looks like under that mask?"

"Who knows, maybe he's so ugly that he doesn't dare show his face to anyone."

"Everyone, the secret realm is about to open. Please prepare to enter. Remember, the dangers within the secret realm are unpredictable, so do not act alone." Jiang Yun's voice rang out, and everyone immediately gathered their focus.

The Yaochi Secret Realm opened once every thousand years. It was the core trial ground of the Yaochi Holy Land. Inside, spiritual herbs were everywhere, and countless fortunes awaited, but it was also fraught with extreme danger. This was the very first time Yaochi had allowed outsiders to enter the Yaochi Secret Realm.

The ancient runes on the white jade stone door began to glow. Ripples spread out layer by layer in the void, as if something was awakening on the other side of the door. Jiang Yun stepped forward and formed hand seals. A streak of golden spiritual light shot from her palm and submerged into the stone door.

"Boom—"

The stone door slowly opened. A vast and ancient aura surged out from within, carrying an indescribable sense of oppression.

"The secret realm is open, please enter. In one month, the stone door will open again. Those who fail to exit in time will be trapped within the secret realm, waiting for the next opening." Jiang Yun's voice echoed across the entire area.

The disciples of the major Holy Lands walked into the secret realm. Qin Hao and Chen Ping also followed suit. They only felt as if their bodies were grabbed by a massive, invisible hand and violently yanked forward.

The scenery before their eyes instantly transformed.

Before them was a vast, boundless wasteland. The sky was a dark red, the earth was cracked, and not a single blade of grass grew.

"Huh? Didn't they say the Yaochi Secret Realm was filled with spiritual herbs and countless fortunes? Why is it such a desolate scene?" Chen Ping looked bewildered. Qin Hao, however, was very calm. After all, this secret realm and everything in it were merely tools for him to conquer Luo Qingxue. It didn't matter what it looked like; it made no difference to him.

Qin Hao slowly walked over to the side of the Yaochi disciples. Seeing Qin Hao approach, Luo Qingxue furrowed her brows. Qin Hao chuckled softly:

"Miss Luo, we meet again. I told you we would see each other very soon."

Qin Hao's words caused Luo Qingxue to suddenly snap back to reality. No wonder she felt this person was so familiar; it turned out he was that rented Dao companion.

Luo Qingxue deliberately distanced herself from Qin Hao and said with a stern face, "Young Master Ye, I am not familiar with you. Please conduct yourself with dignity."

Seeing Luo Qingxue take a half-step back, a wave of frustration welled up in Qin Hao's heart. Luo Qingxue was his most difficult conquest target, bar none.

Just as Qin Hao was pondering how to successfully close the distance between himself and Luo Qingxue, a panicked voice suddenly rang out:

"Huh! Where is our Holy Son? He was just here a moment ago, how did he disappear in the blink of an eye?" two disciples of the Blood Demon Holy Land shouted in horror.

At the same time, Qin Hao also noticed that Chen Ping was missing. Qin Hao took out his sound transmission jade pendant to contact Chen Ping, but there was no response whatsoever.

Qin Hao stepped next to Luo Qingxue, and without caring whether she agreed or not, he grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing? Let go!!!" Luo Qingxue strongly resisted Qin Hao's touch, struggling desperately to break free.

"Don't let your emotions cloud your judgment. I'm not trying to take advantage of you. It's just that this place is too bizarre. If we hold hands, then if you disappear, I'll be right there with you."