Though Far Apart, We're Neighbors; On the Road to the Yellow Springs, We'll Have Good Company!

"Yang, give it your best!"

Ye Wudi's mood was incredibly complex at this moment. Just now, he had received reliable information that someone had used the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion to put a hit on his son!

Looking at the young man before him, so close, the words caught in his throat. It wasn't that he didn't want to tell him, but the truth was just too cruel.

The distance from here to White Cloud City of Central Province might seem short, but it actually involved passing through several dangerous places, a journey with only a slim chance of survival, fraught with peril.

"Father, go back. There's no need to see me off any further. We must part ways eventually, so why dwell on it?"

Ye Yang had long sensed his father's emotions, but he hadn't pointed it out. He knew that the road ahead was like the road to the Yellow Springs.

Survive the journey and you live. Fail, and you become a lamb to the slaughter, at the mercy of others.

My fate is in my own hands, not Heaven's. Of course, he wouldn't resign himself to fate; he would seize control of his own destiny.

"Old fox, no matter what tricks you play, I won't be afraid. In short, bring on the soldiers, dam the water. Let's see who has the last laugh."

The sun blazed like fire, and a new day had begun. At this moment, he didn't waste any words. He simply waved goodbye to the man behind him and embarked on his journey.

A day later, Peaceful Town...

"Everyone, have you heard? A mysterious name has suddenly appeared on the Blacklist Hit List recently!"

After traveling for a whole day, Ye Yang was starting to get hungry. He happened to arrive at the market of a small town.

A sea of people, a lively scene. Everyone was doing their business, hawking their wares, completely oblivious to an ordinary-looking young man.

"Glug, glug."

Just then, he looked at the steaming buns before him, and his stomach couldn't help but rumble.

"Oh well, now that I'm here, I'll find a place to fill my stomach first. Maybe I can get some useful information."

Just as he was pondering where to get something to eat, news about him had already spread throughout the martial world.

"Sir, would you like to come in and have something to eat?"

Looking up, he saw the eye-catching words "Yuelai Inn."

"Welcome, honored guest! Please take a seat, and we'll arrange everything right away."

The waiter, all smiles, with a white cloth draped over his shoulder, led Ye Yang into the inn.

"Indeed, the familiar taste." The original Ye Yang, due to his fiancée's betrayal, blocked meridians, and failed breakthrough, had long given up on himself. Indulging in wine and women, he had become a laughingstock in everyone's eyes.

Everyone else was awake, but he was the only one drunk. In reality, he was only pretending to be foolish out of necessity. Only then did he escape the ruthless hands of the enforcement elder, Ye Wushuang. Unfortunately, he was eventually exposed by that cunning old fox, who began an endless pursuit of him.

"Smells delicious, truly a century-old establishment with a great reputation."

Stepping through the doorway, a warm aroma, a mixture of wood and food, wafted over him, instantly dispelling the fatigue of his journey.

Inside the inn, several rough wooden tables were scattered about. Each table was lit with an oil lamp, and the dim yellow light shone on the busy diners and chatting martial artists, adding a touch of warmth and mystery.

"Please have a seat, sir. Your order will be here soon."

Ye Yang was led to a seat by the window. Outside, the streets were bustling, and occasionally the neighing of horses or the laughter of children could be heard!

Inside, the inn was lively but orderly. Everything seemed so harmonious and vibrant, but what he didn't know was that someone had already set their sights on him.

"Don't waste time. Put this in his drink. If you succeed, you'll be rewarded handsomely."

Just as the waiter was returning, a mysterious figure suddenly jumped out and pressed a dagger to his head.

The cold light glinted. A moment of carelessness could cost him his head, and his blood would flow. The figure's goal was simple: to take down Ye Yang.

When had the waiter ever seen such a sight? Although he had seen many martial artists, he had never seen anyone draw a knife at the slightest disagreement like this.

"Big brother, I think there's a misunderstanding. It's no problem for me to do what you ask, but please put away your knife first."

Faced with danger, his face was filled with nervousness. This was no joke; a moment of carelessness could mean his head being separated from his body.

"Stop talking nonsense. I doubt you can pull any tricks. Why not earn some money for nothing? Aren't you thinking about yourself?"

He immediately launched his sugar-coated bullets. Under his intense pressure, the waiter finally caved in and completely succumbed.

"No problem, big brother. I'll do as you say. As for the money, forget about it."

The man knew his limits, because he knew that even if he had the life to take the money, he wouldn't have the life to spend it. It was better to do him a favor, and maybe he would have a better outcome.

"Sir, your food is ready. Please enjoy."

The waiter was very nervous at this moment, afraid of being exposed. If that happened, he would offend both sides, which would be very bad!

Three pounds of beef, a pot of good wine, plus some excellent appetizers, became his lunch at this moment.

"Tell me, what's going on? Who is this mysterious dark horse that recently appeared on the Blacklist Hit List?"

"The Grim Reaper claims lives, and the King of Hell decrees that you die at the third watch, and you'll never live past the fifth." Just as he was about to eat, he suddenly heard the discussion next to him.

"Who is that person? You have to tell us the name, right? Are you asking us to guess?"

"That's right, brother, stop being so mysterious. You can just tell us directly. Is there anyone else here?"

He had successfully piqued their interest, after all, this was his business, his trade, and also one of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's methods.

"Tell us, who is it?"

They drank and chatted, and the atmosphere suddenly became lively.

"Alright, alright, I said it, didn't I? Remember, you owe me a drink."

The man burped loudly, reeking of alcohol and squinting drunkenly as he looked directly at Ye Yang.

"I don't know who he is, but I know he's the Young Sect Master of the Ye Family of Central Province, once the strongest prodigy, bar none."

He burped again, still staring at Ye Yang, a strange, half-smiling expression on his face.

Heh, don't try to play dumb with me, kid. I'm talking about you. Let's see if you can survive to see the sun tomorrow.

"Interesting. It seems some people are already getting impatient. I was just setting up a simple arena, but I didn't expect to attract so much attention."

Ye Yang didn't take it to heart. He understood a simple truth: on Tianyuan Continent, the strong are respected. As long as you have the strength, you have a greater say.

In the face of overwhelming power, all schemes and plots are futile. If these people want his life, want to create trouble and difficulties for him, they need to show their strength. Otherwise, it's all just Kyōka Suigetsu.

As the moon rose, Ye Yang had finally managed to deal with some trivial matters and was about to begin his secluded cultivation when a sudden disturbance occurred in his room.

"Kid, though we are far apart in life, we will be close on the road to the Yellow Springs. Time to hit the road!"

Immediately afterward, a shower of cold light, like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, rushed toward him.