The lure of the broken map—or to be precise, the lure of the Blue Sea Ruins—was simply too great.
Everyone wanted to monopolize the secret of the Blue Sea Ruins.
The word "greed" was truly terrifying.
After a few cups of wine, Lin Guang hesitated for a while, and in the end still couldn't hold back. "Brother Chen Yang, I'll say sothing I probably shouldn't: you'd better not go up that mountain, and you definitely shouldn't get involved."
"You're young and promising, your talent is outstanding. Given ti, you'll definitely beco a major figure in your own right! With a future that broad in front of you, there's really no need to fight over so broken map."
"Putting aside that the Blue Sea Ruins are illusory and vague, with no one even able to confirm they're real— even if you really did get them in the end, to you it would just be the icing on the cake. It's not worth risking your life over."
Lin Guang's face was deadly serious; it was clear he was genuinely thinking for Chen Yang's sake.
"Let fate decide."
Chen Yang smiled. As for the Blue Sea Ruins, he was curious, but he didn't have any burning obsession to obtain them.
But so things, he had to do no matter what.
Seeing Lin Guang's puzzled expression, Chen Yang explained, "I do have an obsession, but it's not because of the broken map. It's because of Biluo Sword Valley."
"Biluo Sword Valley?"
If he hadn't explained, it would've been fine. With that explanation, Lin Guang was even more confused.
What kind of obsession could he have with Biluo Sword Valley?
At that thought, Lin Guang's eyes suddenly lit up; he instantly understood and sighed. "Right! With Red Lotus Valley's situation now, the crux still lies in Biluo Sword Valley, but…"
"Family Head Lin, I drink to you." Chen Yang cut off his persuasion, raised his cup and laughed.
No matter what others thought, no matter how strong Biluo Sword Valley actually was, there were things Chen Yang was going to do regardless.
Lin Guang said nothing more and shifted the topic elsewhere.
The next day.
The overcast clouds had long since scattered, the blue sky washed clean.
A blazing sun hung high on the do of the heavens.
The air was filled with a faint earthy fragrance, very pleasant.
Early in the morning, Chen Yang took his leave of Lin Guang.
As for Gu Zhiqing, Chen Yang didn't go disturb her, and given her current condition, it was better for her to stay here and recuperate.
However, when he walked to the stables, Chen Yang froze.
Gu Zhiqing, her face tinged with a ghostly pallor, was already standing in front of the stable. From the looks of it, she'd been waiting there for a while.
"Take my advice and focus on recovering from your injuries first." Chen Yang shook his head to himself as he walked forward, speaking as he went.
Gu Zhiqing was as taciturn as ever; she just stared at Chen Yang without saying a word.
"So stubborn."
Chen Yang couldn't help complaining, then he gave a light leap, swung himself onto the horse, and grabbed the reins with one hand.
To be honest, compared to cars, he still preferred riding horses.
Maybe what he really liked was that feeling of galloping freely.
Especially charging on the battlefield!
Unknowingly, it had already been more than a year since he'd left the battlefield.
Thinking back.
Beacon fires rising everywhere, warhorses galloping, the battlefield drenched in blood.
Unconsciously, Chen Yang looked toward the direction of Hanyun Valley, and the corner of his mouth tugged up into a faint smile.
Nostalgia.
Sadly, in this lifeti, he probably would never go back.
What Chen Yang didn't know was that not long after, war would break out again in Youdu. The Snowfield Lion would station millions of troops, pointing their swords at this hot land, preparing to march south and devour this land with its superb climate.
That battle would shatter mountains and reverse rivers, truly leaving corpses sprawled everywhere, piled like mountains.
If top-tier Fist Masters entered the fray—and if they entered as organized units—one could well imagine how terrifying it would be.
Even a battlefield veteran like Chen Yang, used to grand scenes, would still be left with lingering fear from that war, several tis brushing shoulders with death.
The morning sun poured down.
Falling on Chen Yang, it was as if it outlined him in gold.
Peerless bearing, as if clouds themselves were his canopy.
Yang Hu seed to sense it too; he likewise looked toward Hanyun Valley, the corners of his mouth curling high.
That experience was the pride of their lives, the most glorious stretch of their journey.
Gu Zhiqing tilted her head back, looking at the tall, straight figure before her, dazzling as the sun, and her heart stirred slightly.
A mont later, Chen Yang reached out a hand toward Gu Zhiqing. "Co up."
Gu Zhiqing quickly shifted her gaze away.
"Then I'm leaving?" Seeing that Gu Zhiqing didn't move, Chen Yang said.
"Hmph."
With a dissatisfied snort, Gu Zhiqing still reached out her hand and let Chen Yang pull her onto the horse.
Chen Yang flicked his arm, tossing the reins to Hua Yunfei, who was covered in blood and looked utterly dejected, then ordered, "Let's go."
Hua Yunfei didn't dare utter a word of complaint; he led the horse, limping along in front.
The horse's back jolted up and down. Chen Yang's arms tightened slightly, trying to minimize Gu Zhiqing's swaying. After all, she was a patient. If anything else happened to her, it'd be another big hassle.
Gu Zhiqing's hands were clasped tightly together. Even though she was doing her best to stay composed, two faint blushes still blood on her cheeks.
She once had a dream of roaming the Martial World.
Just one person for company, and one horse.
Sword in hand, wandering the ends of the earth.
Back then, soone had told her that the Martial World was vast; beyond a thousand mountains and ten thousand rivers, everywhere was the Martial World.
But sotis the Martial World was very small. How small? Small enough that even one person could be an entire Martial World.
…
The rain passed and the sky cleared.
On every road leading to the Northern Mountain, thousands of people had appeared. So were there for the broken map, ready to stake everything on one gamble.
So were purely there to watch the fun.
Little Shisu Town rarely saw such bustle.
Two horses, one in front and one behind.
On the way, Hua Yunfei stole a glance at Chen Yang. Seeing this guy's careless expression, his own heart sank into deep gloom, even to the point of feeling dead inside.
By rights, he should have been happy about Chen Yang's reckless behavior. After all, the place they were headed to was the stronghold Biluo Sword Valley had set up here.
You could say the stronghold was teeming with experts.
But…
Hua Yunfei just couldn't calm the unease in his heart.
As more and more people passed by, so gradually recognized Hua Yunfei, the Hua Family's Young Master. The late-to-realize crowd was instantly dumbfounded by the scene before them.
The dignified Young Master of the Hua Family was actually leading a horse for soone?
This, this…
"Can soone tell what on earth is going on?"
"The man on the horse is Chen Yang! The Hua Family, as Biluo Sword Valley's agent, must have provoked this newly risen god of slaughter!"
"And they're heading in the direction of Biluo Sword Valley's stronghold."
The noisy chatter rose like smoke and dust.
In an instant, the news that Hua Yunfei was leading Chen Yang's horse toward Biluo Sword Valley's stronghold spread outward in all directions at astonishing speed.
To the point that quite a few people who originally had very clear targets directly changed course and trailed behind Chen Yang and his group.
If their guess was right, there was bound to be a good show coming up.
"Seems like a lot of people know you?" Yang Hu grinned, baring his teeth.
Hua Yunfei: "…"
That line made Hua Yunfei, whose face was already flushed red, wish he could tear open a crack in the ground and crawl in.
Too humiliating!
"…"
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