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In the dense forest surrounding the Heavenly Shadow Mountain Range, dozens of figures quietly moved through the underbrush, their forms concealed and agile, like leopards.
Yet even so, they occasionally startled a few birds into flight.
These figures crisscrossed and weaved through the Forest, resembling a large net. From their demeanor, it seemed they were searching for something.
In the distance, atop a small Hillock, stood a seventy-year-old man with a withered face and a hunched back. Despite his frail appearance, his chaotic eyes concealed a terrifying glint.
"Old Zhang, the Brothers have been searching for an entire day without seeing a single shadow... and night is falling. Moreover, there are many beasts lurking in the Heavenly Shadow Mountain Range. Do you think we should..." A sturdy man beside Old Zhang leaned in to look at him and asked in a low voice.
The elder known as Old Zhang was none other than the Withered Heart Ghost, Zhang Sen, who had come to ambush Ye Tian.
Upon hearing the words of his guard, a cold expression flashed across Withered Heart Ghost Zhang Sen's face as he angrily retorted, "Nonsense! Even if I have to dig three feet into the ground, I will find him!"
As for those from the Cold Family, Withered Heart Ghost would never let a single one escape if given the chance!
Now, this long-awaited opportunity had finally arrived.
Years ago, during a great battle with the Cold Family, he had lost an arm to Cold Boyuan, which greatly diminished his strength. Furthermore, over three thousand brothers from Bandit Camp had been wiped out, and his painstakingly built Heavenly Demon Village was destroyed overnight. How could he not harbor deep hatred for the Cold Family?
Moreover, Ye Tian was different; according to Wu Xiaozhuang, this person was one of the future cornerstones of the Cold Family. If he could eliminate him, it would be equivalent to crippling Cold Boyuan's right-hand man.
Of course, more importantly, he was also Cold Boyuan's prospective son-in-law!
"Ha ha..." Withered Heart Ghost chuckled darkly and then turned to his guard, saying, "Pass down the order: whoever first discovers Ye Tian's whereabouts will be handsomely rewarded!"
The guard hesitated for a moment as if wanting to say something but ultimately held his tongue. He cupped his hands in acknowledgment and quietly withdrew.
“Cold Boyuan! It’s about time for you to experience this kind of feeling!” Withered Heart Ghost Zhang Sen smirked slightly, a cold laugh escaping his lips.
His eerie eyes glinted with the sharp gaze of a hawk, closely watching the movements of Forest.
Suddenly!
Two figures appeared in a sparsely wooded area.
“Hmm?”
Zhang Sen let out a soft sound of surprise, seemingly not expecting to find anyone else in such a place.
“Whoever it is, let’s go take a look first.”
Thinking this, Zhang Sen flickered and vanished from the mountaintop.
...
“Sister Frost, are you tired?” Concern flickered in Cold Yang’s star-like eyes as he asked softly.
Hearing this, the girl who was lightly tapping her calves quickly put on an energetic facade and smiled, “Not tired!”
“Still being stubborn. How can you not be tired after such a trek?” Cold Yang glanced back and calculated briefly in his mind, thinking, “From early morning until now, we’ve probably traveled several dozen miles. The mountain paths are rugged and not like the streets; how can Cold Frost, without any elemental power, endure this...”
“I’m really not tired.” A hint of stubbornness appeared on the girl’s cute little face as she playfully smiled and said, “Brother Yang, could it be that you’re the one who’s tired?”
“Sigh...” With a gentle sigh, Cold Yang stepped forward, his faint elemental power surging as he pressed his hand against Cold Frost’s calf.
The gentle energy stimulated the muscles, and the fatigue in the calves was instantly alleviated. "Brother Yang, you can massage too?" Cold Frost giggled playfully.
Cold Yang shot a glance at the mischievous girl. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly sensed an energy presence approaching rapidly, one that was at least as strong as his own.
Furrowing his brows, Cold Yang stood up with a serious expression and looked toward the dense forest.
"What's wrong?" Cold Frost asked, puzzled by Cold Yang's unusual demeanor.
"I feel someone is coming toward us." Cold Yang stepped forward, positioning himself protectively in front of his sister.
In such a desolate area, it was better to be cautious.
"Could it be Brother Ye Tian?" The girl's tone held a hint of anticipation; after all, it was unusual for anyone to be wandering in these deep mountains.
"I don't know." Cold Yang shook his head, sensing a faint hint of danger in his heart. His energy surged around him as his eyes focused sharply on the forest like an eagle's gaze.
Suddenly, birds and beasts startled and took flight, creating a cacophony of sounds.
Moments later, several figures leaped out from the woods, surrounding the two like a large net.
Cold Yang frowned but did not panic. Instead, he coldly scanned the surroundings and made a rough judgment after careful observation.
From their attire, these individuals wore tight black clothing, clearly aiming to conceal their identities; they were likely not the kind of bandits who roamed freely without fear.
Moreover, after surrounding the two, they remained silent and motionless, seemingly waiting for their leader to arrive. Such strict discipline was unheard of in any mountain range within thousands of miles.
"Hehehe... You two little friends seem startled."
A sinister laugh echoed as the crowd suddenly parted. Following that, a Withered Seventy-Year-Old Man slowly walked over, his face twisted into a strange grin as he stared at Cold Yang and the other person, making their skin crawl.
The main figure finally appeared, yet Cold Yang remained unfazed. He stepped forward, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect, and calmly said, "May I ask your esteemed name, old sir? Why have you sent people to surround my sibling and me?"
Faced with Cold Yang's composure, the old man was slightly taken aback, then praised, "Young brother, you have great courage. To remain calm when surrounded in such a desolate place is truly remarkable!"
For someone with such steadiness, the old man did not wish to offend him lightly if it could be avoided.
Although the old man offered compliments, Cold Yang had no intention of engaging in idle chatter with him. Given the hostile demeanor of the group, it was likely that things could escalate into a fight at any moment.
"Youth, there’s no need to worry; I mean no harm," the old man seemed to sense Cold Yang's thoughts and continued without further ado. He reached into his sleeve and pulled out a scroll, shaking his wrist to unfurl it.
Pointing at the figure in the painting, the old man chuckled and asked, "Have you seen this person before?"
As the scroll opened, the appearance of the person depicted caused Cold Yang to be taken aback.
There was no need for a closer look; he recognized that outline all too well—the figure in the painting was Ye Tian!
Though shocked internally, as the foremost junior of the Cold Family, he was extraordinary and did not show any signs of surprise. His tone remained steady as he casually blocked Cold Frost's line of sight and replied lightly, "I have not seen him."
The old man's gaze was sharp as he fixed his eyes on Cold Yang's. The latter met his gaze without showing any signs of disturbance.
After a moment, the old man withdrew his gaze and chuckled softly. "I apologize, young brother; I have overstepped."
With that, he waved his hand in a gesture to withdraw.
"Um..."
A soft cry came from behind Cold Yang.
Hearing the sound, the old man Footsteps immediately stopped and turned around, his gaze sweeping over the surprised Cold Frost.
Cold Yang's heart sank, and a cold light flickered in his eyes, ready to take action at any moment.
It turned out that at the moment the old man turned around, the painting fluttered, and the face of the person in the painting happened to fall into Cold Frost's line of sight, which had originally been blocked by Cold Yang.
"What a cute Sister! You've seen this person in the painting, haven't you?" The old man’s gaze was sharp as he grinned at Cold Frost.
"I haven't seen her." In this atmosphere, Cold Frost naturally sensed something. Although she had initially reacted with surprise, she quickly regained her composure.
"Really haven't seen her?" The old man asked again with an unfriendly expression.
Seeing this, Cold Yang stepped forward and said coldly, "My sister said she hasn't seen her. Why must you press on, old sir?"
Cold Yang's tone displeased the old man. In his prime, he was a prominent figure in Spirit Martial Town, and now even a young junior dared to speak to him like this!
"Zhang Lao." One of the guards carefully observed Cold Yang and his sister before approaching the old man and whispering something in his ear.
As the guard spoke, the old man's expression turned cold, and his gaze towards the two suddenly changed.
"Could they be enemies of the Cold Family?" Cold Yang's heart grew more vigilant.
After a moment, the guard finished speaking and stepped back into formation.
"Hahaha! What a coincidence! Instead of catching a son-in-law, I've ended up with a daughter!" The old man laughed loudly, his eyes filled with excitement.
After a moment of confusion, Cold Yang realized that the figure in the painting, Ye Tian, was the son-in-law, while Cold Frost was the so-called daughter.
"Are you from the Wang family or the Xu Family?" Cold Yang asked coldly. Recognizing the two siblings and based on previous deductions, Cold Yang could now confirm that this group must belong to one of those two families.
"Hehe!" The old man grinned ominously and said slowly, "I am from Heavenly Demon Village!"
After saying this, he signaled to the guards with a glance, then clasped his hands behind his back, wearing an expression of someone enjoying a show.
"Brothers! Kill the man and capture the woman! A generous reward awaits you!"
One guard shouted and was the first to draw his curved blade, charging forward. Seeing this, the other guards rushed in as well, eager to claim credit for themselves.
With narrowed pupils, Eighth-Dan Warrior unleashed a powerful surge of energy. The sound of clashing metal echoed as Cold Yang engaged in battle with the guards.
Although Cold Yang was strong, even a fierce tiger cannot withstand a pack of wolves. Moreover, behind this pack of wolves was an even more terrifying presence.
The old man squinted his eyes, unable to suppress the twitching at the corners of his mouth. A talented junior from the Cold Family, and the biological daughter of Cold Boyuan, such an unexpected gain could not help but excite him.
To the readers:
Third update! You know what to ask for.
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