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Ye Tian raced forward but did not exert himself fully. Although he felt urgency, considering that there was likely to be a major battle tomorrow with Pingjiao Wawa, it seemed unwise to waste too much energy just to hurry.
After all, there was still time. At this speed, he could surely meet up with Cold Yang before noon, formulate a detailed plan in the afternoon, and get a good night's rest, all in preparation for the big battle the next day.
It was precisely because Ye Tian did not push his speed to the limit that Yun'er could barely keep up. In terms of Skyward Martial Arts, whether it was Yun'er, Cold Moon, or Duan Liu, the gap between them and Ye Tian was simply too vast.
Yuqi Tayan Jue was an Earth-level Skyward Martial Arts. Given the scarcity of resources in Skyward Martial Arts, even renowned figures like Thunderstorm from the Martial Unity Definition were not much better off.
Yun'er struggled to keep pace, but at least the Nine Nether Ice Phoenix Power provided her with some enhancement. In contrast, Cold Moon was different; although she was also a direct disciple, her mastery of Skyward Martial Arts remained at the level of Cloud Step. If it weren't for her slightly higher strength as a Martial Sovereign, she would have been left far behind.
"Indeed, with her strength as a Four-Stage Martial Artist, how could she possibly shake me off?" Cold Moon paused to rest. The prolonged use of Skyward Martial Arts took a heavy toll on her energy, and even with her strength at the Late Stage of Fifth-Stage Martial Artist, she found it difficult to continue. Thus, her suspicion towards Yun'er was quite reasonable.
Of course, if it were under normal circumstances, she would not only refrain from suspicion but would even feel happy for Yun'er. However, due to her changing feelings towards Ye Tian, Yun'er's presence had become an inexplicable and strange sensation.
Her first thought was that Yun'er was hiding her true strength; her second thought was that Yun'er possessed other sect's abilities. In any case, it was clear that Yun'er's entry into the Cloud Sea Sect was not merely for the sake of seeking skills.
With a light sigh, Cold Moon set off again, completely unaware of the distant calls from behind by Wine Kid.
In fact, even if Yun'er revealed her true identity, Cold Moon would never disclose it to the Cloud Sea Sect. As a direct disciple of the Falling Cloud Pavilion, she understood well the fate of those who infiltrated other sects to steal skills. Aside from her connection with Ye Tian, she considered Yun'er one of her close friends.
The reason why Cold Moon wanted to investigate further was something she couldn't quite grasp herself; she merely reassured herself that knowing someone’s face does not mean knowing their heart and that she must not allow her brother, Ye Tian, to be used by others.
"Brother... used... heh..." Cold Moon couldn't help but shake her head. Such a lie that even self-deception couldn't sustain was truly pathetic. She knew better than anyone that Yun'er would never harm Ye Tian, and she herself had long ceased to regard him merely as a brother.
At noon, Ye Tian finally reached the outskirts of Luoma Market. With Wang Weiyang lurking in the shadows, he had to be extremely cautious; one misstep could lead to failure.
Ye Tian scanned his surroundings, his gaze eventually settling on a farmhouse a hundred yards away to his left.
It was a small homestead, enclosed by a wooden fence. The thatched roof of the cottage even had some weeds growing on it, and at the entrance hung some dried green peppers strung together with twine. The earthen walls showed several signs of wear, making it clear that this family was not well-off.
Ye Tian focused on a few pieces of clothing hanging on a bamboo pole in the yard. With a swift movement, he appeared again, now holding a set of Hemp Clothing.
Finding a secluded spot, Ye Tian changed into the Hemp Clothing and then rolled around in a patch of dry sand under the sun for a while. Once everything was in order, he was completely covered in dust, likely unrecognizable even to Yun'er.
Ye Tian then found a small stream, but not for washing his face. After inspecting himself in the water, he left feeling satisfied.
In his current appearance, not only would Yun'er be surprised, but even he himself was taken aback.
On his way back, he suddenly heard shouting coming from the direction of the farmhouse. Listening closely, he realized it was the Head of Household's wife angrily cursing some thief who had stolen their clothes.
Ye Tian felt embarrassed; he hadn't intended to steal. In his haste earlier, he forgot to leave behind any money and now found himself unintentionally endangering his future.
The clothes he had taken were already stored in his Xumi Ring. He retrieved a silver coin from inside and threw it with all his might from a distance toward the farmhouse's earthen wall.
With a dull thud, dust flew up as the silver coin embedded itself deep into the wall.
Given that family's living standards, this coin would likely cover their expenses for an entire year and would be more than enough to exchange for a hundred pieces of hemp clothing.
Even so, Ye Tian still deliberately hesitated to leave. There are many things in the world that cannot be exchanged for any amount of money. Although this Hemp Clothing is certainly not one of them, it still feels somewhat uncomfortable to take it without permission, even if he left some money behind.
However, this feeling quickly faded as Ye Tian immediately heard the woman's exclamations, praising the Wealth God for his great kindness.
Ye Tian smiled wryly and shook his head. If this silver truly came from the Wealth God, then it would be rather stingy.
But upon further reflection, he felt a bit melancholic. After all, this silver was left behind by Bai Kuo, but it seemed that this guy had already fallen out with Wine Kid. How they would reconcile after returning to Cloud Sea Sect was indeed a troubling matter.
Shaking his head again, he realized that now was not the time to think about these things. The most important thing was to quickly get in touch with Cold Yang.
About the time it takes to burn an incense stick later, Ye Tian appeared on the streets of Luoma Market. It was just past noon, which should have been one of the busiest times at the market. However, due to the scorching sun overhead, there were very few pedestrians on the street—almost countable on one hand.
Looking at the various taverns, they were indeed packed with people. It made sense; on a hot day, enjoying a few bowls of cool water mixed with strong liquor in a tavern is one of life's great pleasures.
To avoid drawing attention, Ye Tian could only walk slowly along the empty street. At this moment, the effects of the Hemp Clothing became apparent; sweat quickly soaked through his clothes, sticking to him and causing an unbearable itch.
The Qin Family was located on the eastern side of the market. Traditionally, the east is considered superior. When he was in Spirit Martial Town, Cold Family Garden was also situated at the eastern end, and Luoma Market was no different.
He initially planned to head straight for the Qin Family but reconsidered; taking cautious steps was the best strategy. How could an ordinary commoner enter through the gates of the Qin Family? It seemed he needed some props.
Not far from the Qin Family, Ye Tian stopped. Under a large tree by the roadside sat a group of Woodcutters seeking shade and relief from the heat. Ye Tian bought a load of firewood at a high price and learned that they would have to wait until three o'clock in the afternoon before they could enter the Qin Family to conduct their business.
While wealthy families certainly wield significant power, even the strongest forces need to cook their meals. Disguising himself as a Woodcutter to blend into the Qin Family should be foolproof.
Ye Tian began chatting with several Woodcutters, sharing stories about interesting happenings related to the Qin Family. For instance, tales about Qin Changlin's incompetence or how Qin Changlin's eldest son secretly touched his father's concubine were among them.
Finally, at a quarter past noon, Ye Tian picked up the firewood and entered the Qin Family along with the others. After selling the firewood, Ye Tian seized the opportunity to sneak into the Inner Courtyard of the Qin Family.
This place could only be accessed by those of status within the Qin Family, at least someone of Steward level. Aside from a few maids serving tea and water, it was evident that everyone else was a martial artist, all above Martial Mastery.
Ye Tian focused his senses and detected at least four individuals nearby who were at the same Four-Stage Martial Mastery level as himself. At this moment, it was time for midday training, and they should be refining their skills.
There were very few individuals above Four-Stage Martial Artist. Directly ahead stood a Pavilion that towered over the rest, emanating an extremely restless aura. Ye Tian could not perceive the exact strength but assumed it must be Qin Changlin, the head of the Qin Family, practicing his techniques.
Additionally, from a room more than a hundred zhang away on the left side, there came an aura of a Five-Stage Martial Artist, likely belonging to Cold Yang.
During his previous negotiations with Cold Yang, Ye Tian had already learned about Cold Yang's strength. Over the past year, Cold Yang's abilities had surged forward dramatically, thanks in large part to Wang Weiyang, who personally guided Cold Yang's cultivation to ensure he had enough capability to work for him.
Cold Yang certainly would not resist such arrangements; without strength, there was no hope of rescuing Xiaoshuang. Without power, everything else was mere talk.
In this vast Inner Courtyard, Ye Tian's attire stood out conspicuously; a rural villager somehow managed to infiltrate the Inner Courtyard. If discovered, it would surely lead to trouble.
Fortunately, Ye Tian was not a true rural villager. Firstly, during the day, the Patrolling Guards were quite lax; secondly, under Yuqi Tayan Jue, how could these incompetent guards possibly detect his movements?
Of course, Ye Tian considered them incompetent; in reality, some of the patrolling guards did possess genuine skills.
Just as Ye Tian slipped past the wall of a room, one of the guards—a man like an Iron Tower—suddenly turned his head and scrutinized him for quite some time before finally moving on.
Ye Tian let out a quiet sigh of relief. Although the guard's strength was not high, such alertness was not something everyone possessed. It seemed reasonable that Qin Changlin could dominate Luoma Market.
However, guards were still just guards; if they could discover Ye Tian's whereabouts, they would certainly qualify for elder positions. Ultimately, after persuasion from other guards, that highly alert guard had no choice but to leave.
"Such a talent." Ye Tian shook his head, thinking that if one day he became a ruler, he absolutely could not miss out on such a talent.
However, this thought was quickly dismissed by himself. He had no interest in becoming a ruler; reaching the pinnacle of martial arts was his deepest aspiration.
With this little episode, Ye Tian became even more cautious in his actions. If a mere guard could perceive him, how could he escape the eyes of Wang Weiyang if he were hiding somewhere?
With a careful and vigilant mindset, Ye Tian finally pushed open Cold Yang's door after confirming that there was absolutely no danger.
As the door opened, Ye Tian was taken aback because there was another person in the room besides Cold Yang.
Without needing to look closely, just sensing that sinister aura, Ye Tian knew who this person was.
Dressed in black robes, Shadow Falcon stood there; who else could it be but Wang Weiyang!
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