I am an incredibly handsome man, and my fiancée refuses to call off the engagement even at the cost

It's said that Gu Yan became a cripple at the age of fifteen, his spiritual root was destroyed, but he was able to recover. Not only is he now at the Earth Spirit Realm, but he might also be a third-grade alchemist. If all of this is true, then he is truly a genius among geniuses! Oh, and he is also an extremely handsome man. Anyone who hears this will be curious about Gu Yan.

But Gu Yan has disappeared, and we don't know where she went?

Song Yan didn't mention that Chen Yujing's running away from Gu Yan's wedding led to Dugu Xun's involvement; otherwise, Huang Ling and the others would have been even more shocked and curious.

"It's been several months, and there's still no news about Brother Gu Yan. I wonder where he went?" Song Yan said with a sigh.

"What kind of magic does your fiancé possess? Just how handsome is he?" Zhao Qingli asked.

Song Yan muttered, "Anyway, it's the most beautiful in the world. You'll know once you see it."

"That alchemist Li Bai who's been all over the news lately, everyone says he's an unparalleled handsome man, so handsome that even men can't resist him. I wonder who's more handsome, your fiancé or him?" Zhao Qingli asked with a smile.

Song Yan had also heard the rumor, and she said, "It must be Gu Yan who is handsome."

After talking about Gu Yan for a while, they started talking about their master, Ye Zhixin, the second palace master of Mingxiu Palace. Ye Zhixin had come to Ronggong Mountain Range to retrieve a spiritual herb at the request of a friend. She had brought her three disciples with her, but only allowed them to wait outside and not to set foot in the mountain range.

"I wonder when Master and the others will be able to finish?" Zhao Qingli looked outside. The forest stretched out before her, with towering peaks reaching into the clouds.

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Deep in the Ronggong Mountains.

The sounds of fierce fighting echoed through the valley, causing mountains to crumble and the earth to split open—a truly astonishing scene. A three-headed, green-eyed lion lay on the ground, bleeding profusely, while another three-headed, green-eyed lion was being besieged by seven experts at the Spirit King realm.

The remaining three-headed, blue-eyed lion, having lost its mate, was now in a frenzy, even more terrifying despite its severe injuries. The seven Spirit King realm experts were unable to subdue it for the time being.

About a hundred miles away from this valley, four figures were hidden in the shadows.

Of the four who were hiding, one was at the late-stage Great Perfection of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, and the other three were at the early stage of the Spirit King Realm. They all concealed their auras and secretly watched the changes in the valley.

The four men were: a kind-looking old man in a gray robe; a burly man in yellow with a fierce face; a withered old man wearing a bamboo hat; and a young man in white with a silver mask.

The others were one thing, but the white-clad man had jet-black hair, and his eyes, visible through his mask, resembled emerald gems. His aura was so otherworldly that he seemed like an immortal.

But now, like his three companions, he lives in secret.

"Tsk, what's going on? That old poisoner actually got the news too and brought people here, even faster than me." Mu Qinghe gritted his teeth, his divine sense fixed on one of the early-stage Spirit King realm experts in the valley. It was an old man with a gloomy face and gray hair. That old man was his mortal enemy, a sixth-grade alchemist, the Poison King Pang Tong.

If the enemy had fewer or roughly the same number of men as us, that would be fine; we could wait until they were exhausted and then reap the benefits. But the enemy has seven Spirit Kings in total, two of whom are in the mid-stage of the Spirit King realm. How are we supposed to take them?

That old poisoner is so willing to spend so much money to find so many experts.

hateful!

Seeing that the last remaining three-headed green-eyed lion was about to be killed and the Golden Spirit Grass was about to fall into the hands of that old poisoner, Mu Qinghe became increasingly agitated.

"Old Mu, could it be that old bastard Wang Yang is selling information to both sides?" the man in yellow transmitted his voice.

Mu Qinghe thought it was possible and secretly made a mental note of grudges against that old bastard Wang Yang.

"Huh? Old Mu, where's your virtuous brother Taibai?" The old man in the bamboo hat noticed that Gu Yan was missing and asked Mu Qinghe.

When Mu Qinghe and the man in yellow saw that the place where Gu Yan had just been was empty, they immediately opened their mouths wide when they checked with their divine sense. Gu Yan had somehow found his way to the lair of the three-headed green-eyed lion. He was taking advantage of the fact that Pang Tong and the others were entangled with the three-headed green-eyed lion to take the Golden Spirit Grass.

"Damn! Old Mu, this Brother Li is too reckless!" said the man in yellow.

Mu Qinghe was dumbfounded; he also felt that Gu Yan had been too reckless.

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In the lair of the three-headed blue-eyed lion, two golden spiritual herbs grew on the rocks, emitting wisps of golden light. The roots of these herbs were deeply embedded in the rocks, and the color of the rocks seemed to be affected by their medicinal power, appearing as if they were gold.

The battle outside spilled into the lair, causing numerous cracks to appear on the rock walls and loose rocks to fall continuously. Suddenly, a masked man in white appeared and plucked the two golden spirit herbs.

However, just as he plucked the two spiritual herbs, a terrifying red sword aura attacked. The man in white dodged and let the sword aura flatten the boulder behind him.

"Put the Golden Spirit Grass down!"

The woman holding the long sword was very young and beautiful. She wore a red palace dress, her long black hair was casually tied up with two hairpins, her skin was as white as ice and her eyes were like stars. She had a cold and aloof temperament and exuded the peak aura of the mid-stage Spirit King Realm.

This woman was Ye Zhixin, one of the three palace masters of Mingxiu Palace, ranked second, and also Song Yan's master.

How could Gu Yan possibly obediently put down the spiritual herbs he had obtained? Upon hearing Ye Zhixin's words, he immediately stored both herbs into his storage ring. Then, his entire body crackled with golden lightning as he charged towards Ye Zhixin's direction.

Ye Zhixin was guarding the cave entrance when Gu Yan charged at her with his sword.

The sword energy in Gu Yan's hand erupted with dazzling light, crushing rocks into powder wherever it went. Ye Zhixin's eyes turned cold, and with a swing of her longsword, red sword energy swept across, colliding with Gu Yan's sword energy.

The moment the two terrifying sword energies clashed, countless huge cracks appeared on the ground of the entire nest, and the sword energies shot out, leaving marks on the rock walls.

Ye Zhixin's eyes widened in shock. The opponent's sword energy had actually overwhelmed her. In the instant she retreated, the opponent had already rushed out of the nest.

Where did this expert come from?

Outside the lair, Pang Tong and the others had just killed the remaining three-headed blue-eyed lion when Gu Yan rushed out.

Actually, they had already seen it when Gu Yan reached the lair, but the six of them were just at the crucial moment of killing the three blue-eyed lions, and only Ye Zhixin was free to make a move.

As soon as Gu Yan emerged, the Poison King Pang Tong, having collected the corpses of two three-headed, green-eyed lions, yelled, "Damn it! Leave the Golden Spirit Grass here!"