My System Is Three Thousand Years Early

Qin Yanqiu and his companions might not have the highest level of cultivation, but it was definitely not low either. However, Cheng Guang hadn't expected that in the eyes of the Red Robe Daoist, they could still be referred to as mere mortals.

At this moment, Cheng Guang was even less able to see through the true strength of the Red Robe Daoist.

Cheng Guang took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. After a short pause, he asked, "Then... where have you imprisoned all those mortals?"

Although the Red Robe Daoist was terrifyingly powerful, he seemed to be quite simple-minded. Faced with Cheng Guang's question, he didn't hide anything. Instead, with a hint of childlike pride, he took Cheng Guang by the hand, grabbed the hem of his robe, and proudly led him towards the inner room.

"Senior Brother, come with me, they're all here."

The moment the Red Robe Daoist's hand reached towards Cheng Guang, Cheng Shiyuan's scalp tingled with numbness, and he immediately wanted to pull Cheng Guang back and retreat.

But seeing Cheng Guang shaking his head, his expression calm and without a trace of panic,

Cheng Shiyuan's heart settled down slightly.

He inexplicably felt that his own child seemed to be very familiar with this Secret Realm. First, he had him wear this odd clothing, then he repeatedly told him not to use his Qi.

Despite not fully understanding all these actions, Cheng Shiyuan could sense that perhaps because he was wearing this odd attire, the Red Robe Daoist merely glanced at him when he appeared and displayed very little hostility.

Otherwise, he would already be gone by now.

As for why this Red Robe Daoist was calling his grandson Senior Brother, Cheng Shiyuan was completely perplexed.

Even if he, as a Sky-Man, wasn't using his Qi, the strength he possessed was probably not something he could conceal from the eyes of the Red Robe Daoist.

Yet even so, the Red Robe Daoist did not spare him more than a few glances, focusing all his attention on Cheng Guang instead.

This sequence of events almost defied being described as mere coincidence.

With his mind in turmoil, Cheng Shiyuan decided not to say much, planning to ask his grandson for a thorough explanation once they were out of here.

Cheng Shiyuan tried to keep his composure, his aged face intently watching the figure of the Red Robe Daoist, and then he followed Cheng Guang at a slow pace.

Faced with such a strange, ancient Daoist's corpse, even Cheng Shiyuan, in the realm of Heavenly Human, had to be cautious.

If an accident occurred, Cheng Shiyuan thought to himself that, even at the cost of his life, he would rescue Cheng Guang.

With this thought in mind, Cheng Shiyuan's aged face revealed a trace of bitterness. Initially, he had come intending to rescue Qin Yanqiu and to also show off in front of his grandson.

Who could have expected that instead, it was his grandson who had shown his prowess before him?

Cheng Shiyuan looked at Cheng Guang's calm and composed demeanor, feeling a wave of emotion within his heart.

His own mental state, even with a cultivation realm reaching Heavenly Human, seemed less stable than that of his grandson, Cheng Guang.

At this time, Cheng Guang didn't pay much attention to Cheng Shiyuan following behind. His gaze was fixed on the Red Robe Daoist in front of him.

Right from the beginning, Cheng Guang vaguely felt that the Red Robe Daoist seemed to be mistaking him for someone else.

Perhaps it was because of the Daoist robe he wore, but it was definitely not just that.

Because the Red Robe Daoist saw both him and Cheng Shiyuan.

Cheng Shiyuan was also wearing a Daoist robe, so why did he call him Senior Brother while disregarding Cheng Shiyuan?

Keep in mind that Cheng Shiyuan's cultivation was far more powerful than his own.

Could it be the appearance, or was there some other reason?

Cheng Guang pondered, his mind suddenly lightening as if he had thought of something.

A Different Treasure appeared in his mind.

The Restraint Pearl.

The Restraint Pearl could conceal one's aura and hide one's life pattern.

That's why the Red Robe Daoist was unable to see through his depth and subconsciously mistook him for someone who somewhat matched with his memory.

The person addressed as Senior Brother by the Red Robe Daoist.

What kind of being was he?

Thoughts churned in Cheng Guang's mind, but he couldn't figure out the reason for now, so he chose not to dwell on it any longer.

After all, being mistaken by the Red Robe Daoist for an unknown Senior Brother was definitely not a bad thing.

If an ordinary person entered this Douluo Palace, they would probably have already been used as firewood for imprisonment. The fact that he could be treated so reverently by the Red Robe Daoist, regarded as an honored guest, was already like a dream.

As Cheng Guang pondered, the Red Robe Daoist's steps came to a slight pause.

He led Cheng Guang to a side room not far from the main hall where the Pill Furnace was located, pushed open the door, and the scene inside came into view.

Cheng Guang saw numerous figures bound tightly against the high beams and pillars, hanging upside down like a string of gourds.

These people were tied up securely, their complexions pale and looking somewhat weak, yet all of them were still alive.

When the door was opened and the Red Robe Daoist stepped in,

many figures instinctively trembled as if they had seen some terrifying monster. Their eyes widened in panic, and muffled cries could be heard from their throats.

Many of them knew that every time the Red Robe Daoist visited this room, he would take one person to throw into the Pill Furnace.

Although they had not witnessed it, they could hear it.

Even through the thick walls and heavy doors, they could still hear the chilling and agonizing screams.