The slight upturn of Chen Bonan's lips quickly fell, replaced by a sigh of helplessness.

From a third-party perspective, Chen Yang was truly pitiable. One could only imagine the hardship and suffering he must have endured to reach this point.

But the Chen Family really needed him!

"Boss, what are your orders?" the man asked.

"We wait."

Chen Bonan spat out the words, then continued, "If he hadn't asked that last question, we would have had to give up all hope. But he did ask. This means his stance on the matter isn't firm; in fact, it's already wavering."

"I surmise he will most likely have a violent conflict with the Chen Imperial Clan," Chen Bonan speculated, staring at Chen Yang's retreating figure, his heart churning with emotion. "He might even attack the Chen Family household to avenge his parents and relatives."

Vengeance for one's blood relatives is a debt greater than the heavens.

He refused to believe that anyone could be so cold-blooded as to ignore such hatred.

"However, if we let him continue on with the Ancestral Sword, he'll sooner or later be dealt with by the people sent down from the Chen Imperial Clan," a middle-aged man beside him said with concern.

Although the other two didn't speak, they both nodded in agreement.

Chen Bonan started the car and said grimly, "But Chen Yang is also growing. Before today, could any of you have believed that someone could reach the Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo realm before the age of thirty?"

"The growth rate of such a talent—no, such an unparalleled prodigy—is beyond what mediocrities like us could ever imagine."

Having reached this stage in their lives, they were naturally among the elite. However, when compared to Chen Yang, they seemed like completely ordinary and unremarkable mediocrities.

"So, we just sit here and wait to die?" Even though they felt Chen Bonan's words made sense, they were still worried.

Chen Bonan made the final decision. "We'll stay in Qiyun Road for a few days and observe the situation."

…

On the Lingjin River, the fishing float bobbed up and down several times. Even when it was finally pulled completely under, Chen Yang seemed not to notice.

Mother is dead, but Father is still alive. What about my other blood relatives?

Chen Yang's mind flooded with thoughts as various emotions relentlessly assaulted his Divine Spirit. From his conversation with Chen Boyong and Chen Bonan, he had pieced together a rough idea of what had happened on that rainy night twenty-eight years ago. It was impossible to say it didn't affect him in the slightest.

But a part of him still resisted, a deep-seated force pulling him back.

"Boss, time to eat!"

Yang Hu, who had gone to buy food, had just returned. When he saw the deep gully before him, he couldn't help but curse. "Damn! What the hell did I miss?"

"Chen Boyong," Chen Yang said calmly, shaking his head to dismiss the thought. He picked up his fishing rod and rebaited the hook.

Yang Hu sat on his small stool and began unpacking the food, grimacing. "I knew it was that old geezer."

"Where is he now?"

Chen Yang gestured with his fishing rod toward the spot where Chen Boyong had fallen into the water. "Using him as groundbait works surprisingly well."

Yang Hu was speechless.

He knew a little about fishing and had heard of countless ways to chum the water, but he had never heard of using a person for it.

Isn't that a bit too high-end? And also pretty disgusting. Who would dare to eat any fish caught this way?

To Yang Hu's delight, however, the fish were indeed biting much faster than before, one every few minutes. But despite his delight, the thought was still somewhat revolting.

They finished their lunch quickly.

The two of them didn't continue fishing. They packed up their gear and headed home.

「Meanwhile.」

A piece of news suddenly shattered the peace that had just settled over Qiyun Road.

The number one master of Qiyun Road, Qingyao Daoist, had returned from his travels.

Normally, this wouldn't be considered big news. After all, Qingyao Daoist was a native of Qiyun Road, so his return was to be expected. The problem, however, lay in the purpose of his return.

To avenge his disciple!

Everyone knew that Qingyao Daoist had only one personal disciple, Wu Yanting. This meant that Wu Yanting had been killed, forcing Qingyao Daoist, who had been traveling, to alter his plans and return to Qiyun Road ahead of schedule.

But what shocked and puzzled everyone was this: who in all of Qiyun Road would dare to kill Qingyao Daoist's disciple?

The number one master of Qiyun Road—did they think it was just a title for show? Didn't everyone know that even Old King Qin, Qin Lie, had to treat him with deference? Never mind the other powers.

Most crucially, Qingyao Daoist was infamous for being fiercely protective of his own. His methods were ruthless, and he treated human life as if it were grass. Years ago, a local family in Qiyun Road had offended him. The result was the entire family being slaughtered, with every direct member found hanging from the beams of their main hall in a ghastly display.

From then on, Qingyao Daoist had earned the moniker 'Qingjiang Demon.'

No one ever dared to cross him again.

Even though years had passed, the incident was still a popular topic of gossip in teahouses and inns.

And yet, someone now dared to kill his only disciple!

What did it mean to be his only disciple? To put it bluntly, Wu Yanting was the sole inheritor of Qingyao Daoist's legacy. To sever his line of succession... one could only imagine the chaos this demon would unleash upon his return to Qiyun Road.

For someone like him, when settling a score, a simple death was never enough.

Sure enough, shortly after the news broke, Qingyao Daoist issued a public declaration:

"I don't care who you are. You have three days to kneel before me!

"I'll be waiting for you at the Qingyao Daoist Temple!"

The moment these words were out, it was like a spark thrown into a powder keg. All of Qiyun Road erupted.

"Tsk, tsk, that demon is as vicious as ever. He doesn't even ask why Wu Yanting was killed. Shouldn't there be some reason in all things?"

"You're an idiot! If a demon cared about reason, would he still be a demon? What I want to know is who was powerful enough to kill Qingyao Daoist's disciple!"

"Let's just wait and see. The answer will be revealed in three days."

…

As the instigator of it all, Chen Yang sat in the car with his eyes closed, resting.

"Boss, that Wu Chen you dealt with before? His father's master, Qingyao Daoist, is back for revenge. He says you have three days to kneel before him," Yang Hu reported with a chuckle.

Chen Yang didn't even open his eyes, simply ignoring him.

Yang Hu grinned and said no more.

Just a posturing clown, not worth the attention.

Their van was nearing the entrance to Meixin Community when it was blocked by a large, obviously modified SUV with four massive tires.

After forcing the van to a halt, the SUV's driver-side window rolled down, revealing a handsome face. The man was about thirty, full of vigor, and clearly the young master of a wealthy and prominent family.

"Kid, looking for trouble?" Yang Hu stuck his head out and asked darkly.

The young man glanced at him before his gaze settled on the back seat. "I'm looking for Chen Yang."

Yang Hu chuckled. "Aren't you full of yourself? Who are you?" Asking for the Boss right off the bat? Cocky bastard.

"I'm Li Changqing. Li Si is my sister," the young man said, tapping on the rear window of the van. "What, you see me and you're too scared to even show your face?"

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