Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!-Chapter 1598 - 367: Should We Let Her Become a Concubine?_4

This also gave Du Zundao an opportunity to gain the support of Mr. Guan, and for this opportunity, Du Zundao spared no effort, making thorough preparations.

This time, he is even ready to personally enter the Ruins.

At this moment, Du Zundao looked at the dark clouds pressing against the sky outside with determined eyes, "I’ve set my sights on the Qiankun Great Method, and no one can stop me!"

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"What, Lin’er brother, really, the Ruins are going to open tomorrow?"

At the Zoroastrian Sect’s Ancestor Hall, three people sat before a stone table—Han Lin’er, the young master of the Zoroastrian Sect, the saintess Han Ling’er, and Liu Caidie, the granddaughter of Liu Futong.

At this moment, Liu Caidie stood up shocked.

Beside her, the young girl Han Ling’er was also surprised, she never expected the Ruins to open again so soon.

Only the young man sitting in the middle looked full of worry.

This young man appeared honest, with thick eyebrows and large eyes, seemingly filled with righteousness, yet unable to erase the worry from his face.

He was none other than Han Lin’er, the Master of the Zoroastrian Sect.

Not far away, Chen Jiusi, disguising himself as an old servant, was standing there observing everything in front of him, especially the legendary Little Ming King.

Han Lin’er.

Han Lin’er was obviously an honest person. After being marginalized by Du Zundao and others, and losing the protection of Liu Futong, he could only retreat to the Ancestor Hall to complain to his fallen father, telling his current tragic situation to his ancestors.

He wanted to regroup, inherit the will of the Ming King, lead the Zoroastrian Sect to greatness once more, and create new glories. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Unfortunately, he could not do it; all the elders in the Zoroastrian Sect, except for Liu Futong, treated him as a puppet, a mascot.

With a face full of sorrow, Han Lin’er knew the Ruins were going to open again. In his possession, he had a treasure left by the Ming King that could indicate the opening time of the Ruins. Just now, while praying to the ancestors, he saw the treasure light up.

It showed that the Ruins would open tomorrow.

Just then, Han Ling’er, along with Liu Caidie, came to see him. As soon as he shared the news, these second-generation figures immediately fell into distress.

Liu Caidie spoke up, "What should we do now? My grandfather’s life and death are uncertain, and with the Ruins about to open, without my grandfather’s support, Dharma King Du will surely act as he pleases. We are at a severe disadvantage."

"Ah, Venerable Liu, he?"

Han Lin’er opened his eyes wide, a look of worry on his face, "Is the Venerable okay? I wanted to see him, but was stopped by Han Dharma King."

Upon hearing this, Liu Caidie said, "I have a bad feeling that my grandfather is in a perilous situation, but there is nothing I can do right now."

As she spoke, Liu Caidie felt desolate, almost on the verge of tears.

"Ah, Caidie, don’t worry, the Venerable will surely be blessed by heaven’s protection."

Han Lin’er tried to comfort her with pale words.

Upon hearing this, Liu Caidie became even more heartbroken, while Han Ling’er slammed the table, saying, "No, we absolutely cannot let their conspiracy succeed."

Han Lin’er looked at Han Ling’er and asked, "Sister, what conspiracy do they have?"

Han Ling’er spoke directly, "The Ruins are turbulent and about to open. The Cult Members stationed outside the Ruins should have already noticed, but they didn’t report to you, brother, obviously harboring other intentions."

"Perhaps it’s arranged by Du Zundao and Mr. Guan, with the aim to send someone into the Ruins to obtain the Qiankun Great Method, and then come back to take your position as Sect Hierarch."

Hearing this, Han Lin’er’s face immediately turned sour, "No, it can’t be, they, they are supposed to be our uncles."

Upon hearing this, Han Ling’er sneered, "Uncles, the things they’ve done over the years, which resemble what uncles should do? No, hmph, do you believe it yourself, brother?"

Upon these words, Han Lin’er slumped onto the stool, then looked at Han Ling’er and asked, "Sister, what should we do now?"

Upon hearing this, Han Ling’er, with a cold gaze, said, "They don’t want us to go, but we insist on going!"