If a Void-Refining master was called an "Immortal," then even if they weren’t truly eternal, they surely lived for thousands, if not tens of thousands, of years. If he and the won he loved could reach that realm, wouldn’t they have an eternity of ti to spend together?
Moreover, the thought of soaring freely through the heavens, as effortless as swimming through water—if they were to fly while... wouldn’t that be a taste of sothing truly exquisite?
He allowed himself a mont of ntal wandering, but he quickly snapped back to reality. His priority was still his second aunt.
Though he already had a lead, it was always better to have a backup plan. He turned to Yang Guang and asked the Patriarch to use his connections to help track down the exact location of the Mystic Maiden Palace.
Having established a preliminary friendship—and considering Wang Yue had saved his son’s life—Yang Guang didn’t hesitate for a second. He agreed imdiately; tracking down information was a small price to pay for such a debt.
The banquet was the definition of "guests and hosts enjoying themselves to the fullest," stretching from noon until dusk.
It was clear that Yang Village hadn’t seen such excitent in a long ti. Everyone was in high spirits, especially the children, who had beco inseparable from Wang Yue after his relentless snack-based offensive.
Wang Yue found himself marveling once again at the depth of a Sacred Land’s foundation. In a village of barely two hundred people, there were over a hundred masters at or above the True Qi Convergence Realm.
Essentially, every adult over the age of twenty—excluding those completely unsuited for martial arts—had reached that level. Furthermore, there were over thirty experts in the Heaven Yuan Realm.
A tiny village of two hundred boasted a roster of powerhouses that could rival a super-city like Tianhai, not to ntion the presence of several Transcendence masters, who were virtually nonexistent in the secular world.
Yet, despite his awe, Wang Yue felt no envy. He knew that given enough ti, he could build the three Great Families of Jinling into a force that surpassed Yang Village, and perhaps even the Supre Powers themselves. When that day ca, with dozens of beauties by his side—all of them Transcendence masters, or even Void-Refining Immortals—who in this world could stop him?
Once the wine was finished and the food cleared, Wang Yue prepared to take his leave. He still needed to pick up Su Muanyue and her daughter to return to Jinling and make contact with the mysterious force he suspected ca from the Mystic Maiden Palace.
Just then, a young Yang clansman hurried into the courtyard. Not bothering to lower his voice in front of Wang Yue, he reported to the Patriarch, "Grandfather, there is a disciple from the Xuan Su Sect outside requesting an audience."
"The Xuan Su Sect?" Yang Guang paused. As a fellow Sacred Land, he had heard the na, but there had never been any interaction between their families. Why would a Xuan Su disciple suddenly pay a visit?
Wang Yue’s interest was piqued. He leaned in and asked, "Excuse , brother—is the visitor a woman?"
"She is," the young man nodded.
Yang Guang looked at him. "Do you know this person, young friend?"
"I’m not sure if it’s who I think it is," Wang Yue replied. "Go ahead and receive her, Patriarch. I’ll observe from the shadows."
Yang Guang nodded and signaled the disciple to bring her in.
The Xuan Su Sect, like the Yang family, was a middle-tier power in the Sacred Land hierarchy; a re disciple wasn’t enough to warrant the Patriarch personally eting her at the gate.
Wang Yue excused himself and hid. Whether it was Yu Suxin or not, he wasn’t in a position to et her directly.
If it was her, and she saw him, she might bolt instantly. If it wasn’t her, eting her would only complicate things.
Given his history with Yu Suxin, he and the Xuan Su Sect were destined to be enemies; if he beca friendly with other mbers of the sect now, it might make him hesitate when the ti ca to crush them later.
A few monts later, the disciple led a woman of breathtaking elegance into the courtyard.
Hidden in the darkness, Wang Yue felt a jolt of electricity. It really is her!
He never would have guessed that Yu Suxin—the woman who had been avoiding him at all costs—would seek out the Yang family. Her presence here almost certainly had sothing to do with him.
"A disciple of the Xuan Su Sect pays her respects to Patriarch Yang," Yu Suxin said, cupping her hands. As a fellow Transcendence master, she was respectful but not overly submissive.
Despite her stunning beauty, Yang Guang’s mind was like a still well; he remained unmoved. He frowned slightly. "You co to visit, yet you do not offer a na?"
Yu Suxin smiled faintly, her deanor neither humble nor arrogant. "It is not that I am unwilling, Patriarch. It is simply... inconvenient."
Yang Guang’s frown deepened. He was starting to feel slighted.
While the Yangs were reclusive, their status was undeniable; only a Sect Leader or a Great Elder of the Xuan Su Sect was truly his equal. For a re disciple—even a Transcendence one—to be so evasive felt dismissive.
Sensing his displeasure, Yu Suxin hurried to clarify: "Senior, I an no disrespect. However, my identity is sensitive, and there are many ears in this courtyard..."
Yang Guang nodded, accepting the explanation. He turned to the crowd. "The rest of you may go."
The Yang clansn had absolute faith in their Patriarch’s strength, so no one objected. They filed out, and within monts, the courtyard held only Yang Guang, Yu Suxin, and Wang Yue watching from the dark.
"I am Yu Suxin. My greetings to you, Senior Yang," she said, bowing formally now that they were alone.
Hearing that na, Yang Guang’s eyes widened. "You are the Black..."
The scandal of Yu Suxin murdering her husband’s family and defecting from the Xuan Su Sect had been a massive story. Even the isolated Yang Village had heard rumors of the "Black Widow."
"I am," Yu Suxin admitted.
"You dare reveal your identity to ?" Yang Guang’s voice turned low and dangerous. "Are you not afraid I will seize you and hand you over to your sect?"
The warrant for her arrest had never been rescinded, and as a man of traditional values, Yang Guang harbored a deep-seated revulsion for such a seemingly treacherous woman.
"I am terrified," Yu Suxin said truthfully. "But I have a reason I cannot ignore. Furthermore, I believe a master of your stature possesses a sense of true justice. Once I have explained the truth of the matter, I trust you will not make things difficult for ."
"Oh? There is more to this story?" Yang Guang asked.
"There is. I did indeed kill my husband and his family, but it was solely to avenge the murder of my own parents..." Yu Suxin launched into a concise, brutal retelling of the past.
Wang Yue had heard this story before from Li Yingying, but hearing it from Yu Suxin’s own lips still filled him with a cold, righteous fury. He felt a sudden urge to storm the Xuan Su Sect and wipe them out himself.
He was a man who prioritized those he cared about over abstract rules; even the smallest grievance against a woman he liked was a capital offense.
Even Yang Guang, after hearing the tale, sat with his brow deeply furrowed, lost in thought.
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