White Cloud Mountain, White Cloud Temple, and an Invitation from the Abbot of White Cloud!

"Hero, please wait a moment. The abbot will be here shortly."

When Ye Yang stepped onto White Cloud Mountain, he immediately sensed an invisible barrier spreading between heaven and earth, forming a natural domain here!

One realm, one heaven. There were peerless mighty experts capable of laying down barriers within their own Blessed Grotto-Heavens. Firstly, they served as a defense; secondly, they warned the world not to trespass recklessly. Otherwise, the consequences would be severe.

When he stepped into this barrier, the mysterious expert who had just fought him to the death acted as though he had witnessed something inconceivable!

"Brat, you win. The Grim Reaper Pursuit Order has already been activated. Even if you flee to the ends of the earth, you won't escape!"

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

Ye Yang ignored him. He placed one foot within White Cloud Mountain's territory while repeatedly hopping back and forth with the other at the foot of the mountain, driving the man half-mad with rage.

"What? You've lost your temper now? I'm right in front of you, yet you don't even dare to kill me. Hurry up and scram."

After testing things out, he had already formed a few guesses. The mysterious Abbot of White Cloud possessed heaven-reaching, earth-shaking strength. Even the mysterious killer organization, the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, had to show him some respect!

"Scram. Do you expect me to keep you here for dinner? I'm not sending you off, kid. Hurry up and get lost."

If you didn't court death, death wouldn't come for you. Yet some people insisted on wildly testing the limits of death. Ye Yang already knew perfectly well that the other party didn't dare set foot on White Cloud Mountain.

"Brat, you win. Just you wait!"

So what if he was a killer from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion? Before the Abbot of White Cloud, he could only obediently back down. Burning with unwillingness, he gave Ye Yang a deep look before withdrawing at once!

After racing at full speed, he finally reached a certain place and stopped.

"My lord, you possess the Nine Chapters of the God of Slaughter and have absolutely nothing to fear from him. Why did you retreat? Could it be that the Abbot of White Cloud is truly that terrifying? Is he some kind of flood or ferocious beast?"

Even now, he still couldn't understand why they had retreated. The situation had clearly been overwhelmingly favorable; they had only been one step away from keeping Ye Yang there!

"Idiot, are you trying to get me killed? Even the most mysterious pavilion master of our Heavenly Secrets Pavilion doesn't dare provoke the Abbot of White Cloud, yet you want me to provoke him? Do you think my life is too long?"

The man looked around, afraid that some mysterious existence might discover him. The moment the other party made a move would be the day of his death.

"What? The Abbot of White Cloud is that powerful? Why have we never heard of him?"

"Enough. Don't say another word. This matter ends here. Regardless of whether the other party's life or death on the Heaven's Pride Arena is uncertain, we must at least follow the rules. Otherwise, we'll die without a burial place!"

What looked like a tactical retreat born of weakness was actually a strategy of advancing through withdrawal. In some place, he lay in wait like a ferocious beast, biding his time to launch a fatal strike at Ye Yang.

"As expected, a legendary big shot is a legendary big shot. His methods are extraordinary. Even the flowers and plants growing outside are peerless treasures."

Ye Yang felt no tension whatsoever. Instead, he looked around as casually as though he had returned home. This was the only route one could take to enter White Cloud City's Heaven's Pride Arena.

Once he passed through here, the road ahead would be clear, and he would enter White Cloud City's territory. It was said that the Lord of White Cloud City was also a peak Martial Saint.

"Not bad. I'll have some tea first to quench my thirst."

Ye Yang didn't hold back. Since the other party had invited him, it proved that they meant him no harm, so there was no need to be nervous. He had the strength to withdraw unscathed.

He immediately brewed a pot of tea. Once it opened up, its fragrance filled the air, and merely inhaling it lifted one's spirits.

"As expected, this is century-old spirit tea!"

After swallowing a mouthful, a pure fragrance filled his nose. He discovered that his cultivation had even improved by the slightest bit. With long-term consumption, breaking through would be only natural.

"Young man, is the tea good?"

As a warm and resonant voice rang out, Ye Yang looked up and saw an old man with an otherworldly bearing walking slowly toward him!

"What remarkable skill. I never expected him to be so powerful. This is a miraculous movement technique—shrinking distance to inches, making the ends of the earth seem close at hand. It happened in an instant." Ye Yang had just been immersed in the sensation of savoring the tea when he suddenly noticed an old man with an otherworldly bearing approaching him!

The old man wore a blue robe, and his beard and hair were all white. Yet his eyes glittered with wisdom and warmth. The instant he saw Ye Yang, a satisfied smile appeared on his face!

"As expected, who hasn't been lost in their youth? Everyone has been young, and everyone has had years when their blood burned hot."

With a single step, he crossed the distance as though the ends of the earth were but inches away, arriving in an instant. It was as if he had seen his younger self—sharp-edged, fearless of heaven and earth.

He toyed with a string of prayer beads in one hand and waved the other. The entire teapot floated into the air, then filled Ye Yang's cup to the brim once more.

"Young man, your performance was impressive. It deserves recognition and praise!"

The old man casually raised his right hand, revealing the unusual prayer beads he wore.

Every bead emitted a faint glow, as though it contained some mysterious power. Clearly, it was also an extremely formidable magical treasure. Yet on him, it was nothing more than a toy to fiddle with.

Ye Yang smiled lightly, raised the teacup in his hand, and gestured toward the old man. "Abbot, this tea has a rich fragrance and a mellow sweetness on the tongue. It feels as though it can wash away the dust from one's soul. It is truly a rare spiritual treasure in this world."

As he spoke, he took a small sip and closed his eyes, savoring the refreshing sensation that spread from within outward. The surroundings seemed to fall silent, leaving only the tea's fragrance and the sound of the wind weaving together into a harmonious painting.

"That is only natural. This tea flowers 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 so little. Of course it deserves to be called spirit tea!"

The Abbot of White Cloud possessed an otherworldly bearing. Merely standing there, he gave off an untouchable, transcendent feeling.

Yet at this moment, Ye Yang felt an indescribable closeness toward him, as though they were old friends of many years. The two chatted happily, and before they knew it, night had already fallen.

"Abbot, I still have an important duel to attend to, so I won't impose on you any longer."

They had raised cups and discussed heroes, and in the blink of an eye, all past events had turned to emptiness. The world knew only of the Abbot of White Cloud's formidable strength, for he was as elusive as a divine dragon whose head appeared but whose tail remained unseen. It was rare to meet him!

Yet meeting him today, Ye Yang found him to be like a kindly old man next door. The two chatted so congenially that they almost became friends across generations!

"Young friend, there's no need to hurry. I have a connection with one of your ancestors. I wonder, is he well now?"

"Abbot, what do you mean? I don't know which one you're talking about. You know that our Ye Household has always passed down a single lineage, carrying on for more than ten thousand years. Who exactly do you mean?"

Ye Yang didn't know which member of the Ye family the Abbot of White Cloud meant. The other man merely waved his hand with a half-smile, and the Brocade Pouch on Ye Yang's body floated into the air.

"Isn't this proof? You've already brought the item with you, yet you still dare lie to me?"

With a wave of the Abbot of White Cloud's hand, the item on Ye Yang's body appeared directly in his grasp. Ye Yang had been careless and had almost failed to react in time.

"Abbot, you've misunderstood. Our Old Ancestor gave this to me. Are you talking about him?"

Ye Yang neither dared confirm nor deny it. Peerless experts like them stood aloof from the world and had long since seen through everything. The ties of blood meant little to them.

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

A desolate sigh rang out, piercing time and the ages, echoing through the past and present!