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Yu Wuxia was destined to stand atop Yuxu Peak and see nothing, for by the time he arrived, Ye Huan had already landed safely and quietly left Yuxu Palace under the moonlight. By the next morning, Ye Huan even appeared in a small village over ten thousand meters away from Yuxu Palace, which had only a little over a hundred households.
As the sun rose, many children in the village, just waking up, were filled with curiosity upon seeing Ye Huan. Two bold ones even ran up to him, inspecting him from head to toe. After a long while, seeing that Ye Huan seemed harmless, a chubby little boy mustered his courage and asked, "Uncle, are you a Cultivator?"
"Yes, I am a Cultivator, a newly initiated low-level Cultivator."
With a smile, Ye Huan ruffled the boy's hair. As several villagers turned their gazes toward him, he clearly stated that he was a Cultivator but naturally referred to himself as a 'low-level Cultivator' to avoid burdening the villagers with worry.
As Ye Huan had anticipated, after revealing his identity, many of the nearby children and villagers looked at him with a hint of reverence in their eyes but showed no fear. In the center of the village stood an elderly man with graying hair who walked slowly with the support of a young man. He approached Ye Huan and offered him a friendly smile, revealing yellowed teeth corroded from years of drinking river water. He spoke, "Hello, all-powerful Cultivator. I am the village chief. How may I assist you?"
All-powerful? Cultivator?
Staring at the elderly man and hearing how he addressed him, Ye Huan realized for the first time just how high the status of a Cultivator was in the eyes of ordinary people in Eastern State. To put it bluntly, in the eyes of these common folk, a Cultivator might as well be a god. However, that aside, the status of Cultivators had little to do with Ye Huan himself; he was merely looking for a temporary place to stay while determining his next destination.
After about three to five seconds of silence and some internal deliberation, Ye Huan found nothing to hide. He slowly presented what he considered an insignificant request to the elderly man: "Hello, Chief. I am a disciple from a sect out on training. I have nowhere to stay and would like to borrow your hospitality for a while..."
"Borrow hospitality for a while? This..."
To Ye Huan's surprise, even such a small matter as 'borrowing' seemed to trouble the elderly chief. He appeared hesitant as if there were unspoken difficulties. Looking around, he noticed that nearly every ordinary person who met his gaze hurriedly left the area; even the children were no exception. This piqued Ye Huan's curiosity as he quietly stood there waiting for the chief to provide him with a reasonable explanation.
"Ah, let me speak frankly with you! If I am not mistaken, you should not be a disciple of Heavenly Dragon Sect, right?"
As Ye Huan stood there, waiting for his response, the village chief couldn't help but tap his cane angrily against the ground twice. He then turned to Ye Huan and asked, causing the young man beside him to shiver in fear. The youth cautiously lifted his head to gauge Ye Huan's expression, and only relaxed when he saw that Ye Huan showed no signs of anger.
"Is it the Heavenly Dragon Sect again? Chief, can you tell me what happened? Why can't I stay in this village just because I'm not a disciple of the Heavenly Dragon Sect?"
A shadow crossed Ye Huan's eyes. He had been tormented by the Heavenly Dragon Sect these past few days. Just after arriving in the Eastern State, he had encountered Beitang Mo leading a group to surround Yuxu Palace. Then Yu Wuxia had kept him at Yuxu Palace. Although Yu Wuxia didn't say it outright, keeping Ye Huan there was undoubtedly related to the increasingly sharp conflict between the Heavenly Dragon Sect and Yuxu Palace. This had led to the arrival of Yan Yue, forcing Ye Huan to leave Yuxu Palace. Of course, there were misunderstandings involved, but at the root of it all was that old bastard Beitang Mo from the Heavenly Dragon Sect.
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. While questioning the village chief, Ye Huan didn't even notice that his suppressed fury was enough to chill anyone else to the bone, prompting the chief to finally reveal what had transpired.
It turned out that just yesterday, after Beitang Mo left Yuxu Palace and returned to report on its hidden strengths to the leader of the Heavenly Dragon Sect, Gu Long pondered for a long time before coming up with a rather ineffective plan. He first sent disciples to encroach upon some nearby villages surrounding Yuxu Palace, taking control of them for the Heavenly Dragon Sect. Even if disciples from Yuxu Palace occasionally came down from the mountain seeking shelter in these villages overnight, they were met with various excuses and denied entry. If it weren't for Ye Huan's terrifying aura, the village chief might have tried to deceive him as well, using the excuse that there were already Celestial Dragon Sect disciples staying there.
After hearing the village chief explain everything, Ye Huan couldn't help but feel relieved that he had managed to keep his anger in check earlier. If he hadn't, he might have been misled by this village chief's lies. Had that happened, once he left Yuxu Palace's sphere of influence, he would have remained oblivious while Yuxu Palace faced destruction.
"Gu Long... No wonder he has managed to develop the Heavenly Dragon Sect to its current status; he understands that the best defense is offense. But it's a pity for him that he ran into me, Ye Huan!"
Recalling his impulsive words to Yuxiang'er atop Yuxu Peak last night and thinking about Beitang Mo's scheming nature, Ye Huan began plotting against the Heavenly Dragon Sect. He contemplated how he could disrupt Gu Long's plans while simultaneously, across from him, the village chief and young man remained silent out of fear. The entrance of the village fell into a heavy silence; if not for the sunlight shining down on this land, anyone else arriving would likely think it a desolate place.
"Got it!"
With a sudden exclamation breaking through the stillness, two stray dogs at the village entrance began barking loudly, nearly scaring both the old man and young man beside Ye Huan into submission. However, Ye Huan paid little attention to such trivial matters; his handsome face radiated confidence as if he could bear any burden that came his way.
"My lord Cultivator, what is it that you've discovered?"
Despite his fear of Ye Huan, as a village chief, this old man felt a sense of responsibility weighing on him. He pondered whether Ye Huan's presence would threaten the safety of his villagers while cautiously probing for information from him. The young man beside him looked at the chief with admiration in his eyes.
"Having it means having it. Do you know what a secret is? It's something that cannot be spoken..."
With a thought already in mind, Ye Huan smiled lightly at the old man in front of him, feeling quite pleased. He turned around and left the secluded village, leaving the old man and the young one gazing at each other under the brilliant morning sun. Time passed, and as the warm sunlight cast a lazy aura over them, the old man, having lived a few more years than the young man beside him, was the first to regain his senses. He murmured to himself, "Something that cannot be said... a secret?!"
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