White Cloud Mountain, White Cloud Temple, Abbot of White Cloud Requests an Audience!

"Young hero, please wait a moment, the Abbot will be here shortly."

As Ye Yang stepped into White Cloud Mountain, he sensed an invisible barrier spreading out between heaven and earth, forming a natural boundary here!

Each realm is a different sky. Peerless experts can set up barriers in their own cultivated Blessed Grotto-Heavens, both to serve as a defense and to warn the world not to trespass without permission, or the consequences will be severe.

When he stepped into this barrier, the mysterious powerhouse who had been fighting him to the death just now seemed to have seen something incredible!

"Kid, you're ruthless. The Grim Reaper Pursuit Order has been activated. You can't escape even if you run to the ends of the earth!"

"Oh? I'm right here. You can come in and kill me."

Ye Yang ignored him, stepping one foot into the territory of White Cloud Mountain while repeatedly hopping back and forth with the other foot at the foot of the mountain, infuriating the man.

"What's wrong? Lost your temper now? I'm right in front of you, and you don't dare to kill me. Hurry up and scram."

After some verification, he had a few guesses. This mysterious Abbot of White Cloud must have heaven-defying strength, and even the mysterious assassin organization, Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, had to give him some face!

"Scram? Did you think I'd invite you to stay for dinner? I won't see you out, kid. Hurry up and scram."

No zuo no die, yet some people insist on pushing the limits on the edge of death, because Ye Yang was very clear that the other party dared not step into White Cloud Mountain even half a step.

"Kid, you're ruthless. Just you wait!"

So what if he was an assassin from Heavenly Secrets Pavilion? In front of the Abbot of White Cloud, he could only obediently submit. Very unwilling, he gave the other party a deep look before retreating directly!

After a rapid journey, he finally arrived at a certain place and stopped.

"Sir, you have the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter and are not afraid of the other party at all. Why did you retreat? Could it be? Is the Abbot of White Cloud that terrifying? Is he a flood or a beast?"

Even at this moment, he still couldn't understand why they had retreated. The situation was clearly excellent, and they were only one step away from capturing the person!

"Idiot, did you want to kill me? Even the most mysterious Pavilion Master of our Heavenly Secrets Pavilion dares not provoke the Abbot of White Cloud. You want me to provoke him? Do you think your life is too long?"

The man looked around, afraid of being discovered by some mysterious existence. The moment the other party made a move would be his death.

"What? The Abbot of White Cloud is so powerful? How come we've never heard of him?"

"Enough, stop talking. This matter ends here. Regardless of whether the other party's life or death is uncertain in the Heaven's Pride Arena, we must at least abide by this rule, or we will die without a burial place!"

The seemingly weak tactical retreat was actually a feint to advance. He was lurking like a beast in a certain place, waiting to launch a fatal blow against Ye Yang.

"As expected, the legendary big shots are indeed extraordinary. Even a random flower or grass is a peerless treasure outside."

Ye Yang wasn't nervous at all. On the contrary, he looked around as if he had come to his own home. This was the only way to enter the Heaven's Pride Arena of White Cloud City.

As long as he passed this place, it would be smooth sailing, and he would enter the territory of White Cloud City. It was said that the White Cloud City Lord was also a Martial Saint at the peak realm.

"Not bad, let's have some tea to quench your thirst first."

Ye Yang didn't stand on ceremony. Since the other party had invited him, it proved that they wouldn't harm him, so there was no need to be nervous, because he had the strength to retreat unscathed.

He directly brewed some tea. When it was brewed, the fragrance filled the air, and just smelling it made one feel happy.

"As expected, this is spiritual tea that is hundreds of years old!"

A sip of tea entered his stomach, and a refreshing fragrance filled his nose. He discovered that his cultivation had even improved slightly. With long-term consumption, breaking through would be a natural thing.

"Young man, is the tea good?"

Along with a gentle and deep voice, Ye Yang looked up and saw an old man with the demeanor of an immortal slowly approaching!

"Good technique. I didn't expect him to be so powerful. This is a magical movement technique, shrinking to an inch, a short distance like the ends of the earth, all in an instant." Ye Yang, who was just immersed in the feeling of whether the tea was good or not, suddenly discovered an old man with the demeanor of an immortal coming towards him!

The old man was dressed in a green robe, with white hair and beard, but his eyes sparkled with wisdom and a kind smile. When he saw Ye Yang, he revealed a satisfied smile!

"Indeed, whose youth is not confused? Everyone has been young, and everyone has had a time of burning passion."

A step away, a short distance like the ends of the earth, reached in an instant, as if he saw his younger self with sharp edges and fearless.

Playing with a string of prayer beads in one hand, he waved the other, and the entire teapot directly floated in the air, pouring Ye Yang another full cup.

"Young man, good performance, worthy of recognition and praise!"

The old man inadvertently raised his right hand, revealing the peculiar prayer beads he was wearing on his hand.

Each prayer bead emitted a faint luster, as if containing some kind of mysterious power. It was obviously also a very powerful magic weapon, but in his hands, it was just a toy he was playing with.

Ye Yang smiled lightly, raised the teacup in his hand, and gestured to the old man: "Abbot, this tea has a rich aroma and a mellow taste. It seems to be able to wash away the dust of the soul. It is truly a rare spiritual object in the world."

As he spoke, he took a sip, closing his eyes to enjoy the comfort from the inside out. The surroundings seemed to quiet down, with only the fragrance of tea and the sound of the wind weaving together into a harmonious picture.

"That's natural. This tea blooms once every hundred years, matures once every hundred years, and bears fruit once every hundred years. It takes a full three hundred years to produce just a little bit, so of course it deserves to be called a cup of spiritual tea!"

The Abbot of White Cloud, with the demeanor of an immortal, gave people a feeling of being unable to look directly at him, extraordinary and detached, just by standing there.

But at this moment, Ye Yang felt extremely close to him, like an old friend. The two chatted happily, and before they knew it, the sky had already darkened.

"Abbot, I have an important appointment to settle, so I won't bother you any longer."

Raising a cup to discuss heroes, with a flick of a finger, the past has become empty. The world only knows the power of the Abbot of White Cloud, like a divine dragon whose head is seen but not its tail, rarely seen!

But seeing him today gave one the feeling of a friendly old man next door. The two chatted happily and almost became friends despite the age gap!

"Young friend, no need to rush. I have a connection with your ancestors. I wonder if they are doing well now?"

"Abbot, what do you mean by this? I don't know who you're talking about. You know that our Ye Family has been passed down through a single line for tens of thousands of years. Who are you referring to?"

Ye Yang didn't know which one the White Cloud Temple was referring to. He only saw the other party wave his hand with a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and the Brocade Pouch on his body flew up just like that.

"Isn't this it? You've already brought the item, and you still dare to lie to me?"

With a wave of his hand, the Abbot of White Cloud directly summoned the item from Ye Yang's body into his hand. Ye Yang had been careless just now, and almost hadn't reacted in time.

"Abbot, you misunderstand. This was given to me by our ancestor. Are you perhaps referring to him?"

Ye Yang wasn't sure, nor did he dare deny it. Experts like them, peerless and detached from the world, had long since grown indifferent to any bloodline ties. They meant very little.

"How many years has it been? I wonder if my old friend is well!"

A sigh full of vicissitudes echoed, piercing through time and the ages, resonating in the present!