His True Colors Chapter 2057

 Almost at that moment, Zhou Cai's bamboo suddenly swung, and in the next second, as the bamboo shadows swayed, several black shadows fiercely attacked towards Han Qianqian.

        Han Qianqian had just fended them off when, in the next second!

        Brush, brush, brush!

        Countless sharp, dagger-sized bamboo suddenly flew out from the bamboo all around, lashing out like rain from all sides!

        "Get up!" With a loud shout, the whole man strongly opened his energy shield to resist the ten thousand bamboo piercings.


        Suddenly, the surrounding bamboo forest fiercely transformed into countless bamboo men, which also attacked at the same time.

        "Three thousand, what should we do?"

        "There are too many, run!" Han Qianqian picked up Su Yingxia with one hand and carried the Heavenly Flame with his left hand, while his feet were augmented by the Tai Xu Divine Step, attacking the incoming bamboo men as he walked forward.

        When the Heavenly Fire touched them, the bamboo men were instantly burnt and twisted into a ball, but in the next second, the Heavenly Fire extinguished itself and those bamboo men stood up violently again.

        "Three thousand, it might be an organ!" Su Yingxia shouted urgently at that moment.

        Only then did Han Qianqian remember that his master had said that the island was full of organs, and if he didn't rely on the map to guide him, he was afraid that it would be a difficult task.

        When Han Qianqian followed that route, although he was rusty, no matter how horrible the bamboo shadows and bamboo arrows rained outside, Han Qianqian was surprised to find that he was unharmed.

        The bamboo shadows seemed to be blind, seemingly fierce, but they always passed Han Qianqian by, and the bamboo arrows that seemed to fill the sky had no dead angle, but they couldn't hit Han Qianqian at all.

        After this experience, Han Qianqian encountered several more mechanisms, but all of them were safe and sound. When they passed through the last woods, those beautiful houses appeared in front of them in the distance.

        Although the houses were not tall and not as imposing as the palace, they had a different flavour of their own.

        There was a chicness of the idle clouds and wild cranes, yet a peace of mind that was beyond the world.

        The two men looked at each other and walked towards the house.

        The front house is made of white jade stone, about ten metres high, not quite magnificent, but quite formal, and behind the white stone house, a small stream of running water, flowing long and gentle.

        There are a dozen white bamboo houses spread out in front of each one, with ponds, vegetable gardens, streams and gardens of different kinds and styles.

        "This place, it's really beautiful." Su Yingxia said with a sigh of relief.

        "Yes." Han Qianqian said.

        Just as Han Qianqian's words fell, suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps rang out, and an old woman of about seventy years old suddenly ran out from the inner room.

        She was dressed in white and had a crest with the word Xian on her chest, which seemed to be the uniform of the Immortal Spirit Island. When she saw Han Qianqian and Su Yingxia, she froze violently, and then, her eyes suddenly rested on the ring on Han Qianqian's hand, and she knelt down directly on the ground with a thump: "The old crone has met the island master."

        Han Qianqian and Su Yingxia were also stunned, neither of them had ever thought that there would still be someone on this Immortal Spirit Island.

        "Old woman, get up quickly, I'm no island master." Han Qianqian hurriedly got up to help the old lady.

        "There is no one else who can enter the Immortal Spirit Island except those who possess the Immortal Spirit Divine Ring, the token of our sect's head, and those who have the Immortal Spirit Divine Ring are, according to the rules of my Immortal Spirit Island, the Lord of the Immortal Spirit Island since." After saying this, the old lady stood up with the help of Han Qianqian, and could not help but look at the heavens and burst into tears, "God has eyes, I thought I would never see another heir to Immortal Spirit Island in my lifetime, God has eyes, God has eyes."

        "By the way, Island Master, please come in quickly." When the old lady finished speaking, she pulled Han Qianqian into the large room at the front.

        The room was extremely spacious and full of ancient aromas, with stone shelves on both sides of the walls, which were filled with various books on one side and medicine cabinets on the other.

        The old lady brought Han Qianqian into the inner room and asked him to sit down before her whole body stood obediently by the side, but her old face was full of joy and excitement.

        "Island Master, although the Immortal Spirit Island has not seen the return of an heir for decades, the old woman insisted on cleaning it, look, are you still satisfied?" The old woman smiled.

        Han Qianqian looked around, although there were still some sword marks and shadows of swords on many of the stone walls after years of washing, the entire house was cleaned and exceptionally well.

        "Granny, it's very satisfactory, thank you." Han Qianqian said gratefully.

        "As long as the island master is satisfied, the old woman has long believed that sooner or later, someone from Immortal Spirit Island will return, so the old woman has insisted on cleaning the place every day, but she has been looking forward to today." The old woman said happily.

        "Right, Island Master, according to the rules, every Immortal Spirit Island Master, after succeeding to the throne, has to personally go to the Underground God Palace to gain the mantle, so let the old crone take you there?" The old woman added.

        "Good." Han Qianqian nodded.

        The old woman smiled gratefully and made a gesture of invitation, leading Han Qianqian and Su Yingxia through the main hall and towards the backyard.

        After passing through the layers of bamboo houses in the backyard, the three of them came to the far end, where reeds were everywhere, and when they peeled away the reeds, there was a deep spring, and at the end of the deep spring was another reed.

        "Islander, please follow the crone's footsteps, you must not miss a step, or ......"

        "Or else what will happen?" Han Qianqian wondered.

        The old woman smiled faintly, picked up a stone on the ground, and threw it underwater, only, when the stone entered the water, there was no imaginary water sound, instead, a white smoke rose.

        The stone was actually melted away by the water!