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“Golden Bull Ridge?” Ye Tian asked, puzzled. He had never heard of Golden Bull Ridge in all his years in Spirit Martial Town.
“Golden Bull Ridge,” the man replied after a moment of thought, nodding affirmatively.
“Do you want to die?!” Wang Tianba shouted in anger upon hearing the man betray the Wang family. He struggled to get up but ultimately could not rise.
“Shut up! Do you still think you are the head of the family? You are nothing now!” The guards, seeing that Wang Tianba was finished, began to scold him loudly, taking pleasure in his misfortune.
Ye Tian frowned slightly at this scene. Although he did not sympathize with Wang Tianba, he found it hard to tolerate the ugly faces of those who switched sides.
“Do you know any details about Golden Bull Ridge?” Ye Tian asked the man quietly.
The man fell into thought again and shook his head after a moment, sighing, “I don’t know.”
“Is there anyone who knows where Golden Bull Ridge is? It could save your life,” Ye Tian called out loudly.
Upon hearing this, everyone began to murmur among themselves, but most of their words were sighs of despair, as they did not know where Golden Bull Ridge was. This only source of hope was right in front of them yet remained elusive. At this moment, they could only blame their own ignorance.
“You can leave now.” Ye Tian allowed them to discuss for a while before nodding at the man who mentioned Golden Bull Ridge.
“Thank you, Young Master Ye, for sparing my life!” The man was extremely excited and bowed repeatedly.
In response to the man's gratitude, Ye Tian waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to disappear quickly. Although the information he provided was useful, he was still a member of the Wang family and had betrayed them in their time of crisis, which made Ye Tian look down on him.
Seeing this as a great reprieve, the man hurriedly ran away.
As soon as he left, the crowd erupted in cheers, bowing and prostrating themselves before Ye Tian, chanting words of mercy and grace.
"Get up! All of you, get the hell up!" Wang Tianba shouted hoarsely, his emotions at this moment were extremely complicated. Just two hours ago, he was still enjoying a feast celebrating the annihilation of the Cold Family, but in the blink of an eye, his own Wang family had met such a fate.
It was even worse than the Cold Family, because at least the people of the Cold Family did not kneel before their enemies in such a humiliating manner at the last moment.
"Do you want to live?" Ye Tian glanced at the crowd still kneeling and bowing, speaking coldly.
Upon hearing this, everyone hurriedly raised their heads, their eyes filled with a desperate desire to survive.
"Whoever cuts off Wang Tianba's head can leave freely," Ye Tian continued.
When they heard Ye Tian's words, the crowd was momentarily stunned, hesitation flickering in their eyes. But this hesitation did not stem from loyalty; rather, they were looking for a suitable justification for their act of killing their master.
"Wang Tianba, you are nothing but a villain!" Finally, someone made a move. He drew his waist knife and shouted as he lunged at Wang Tianba, his eyes filled with a crazed desire to survive.
"Kill Wang Tianba!" Once one person acted, others quickly followed. After that first attack, everyone sprang to their feet, drawing their knives. In a flash of gleaming blades, shouts filled the air, drowning out Wang Tianba's furious curses.
Ye Tian watched with a cold smile, remaining silent and simply observing.
The assault on Wang Tianba continued for a long time because everyone wanted to claim his head to save their own lives. Thus, what began as a collective attack gradually turned into a chaotic free-for-all.
After about the time it takes to burn an incense stick, with the final strike delivered, Wang Tianba's head rolled to Ye Tian's feet.
"Can I leave now..." The lone survivor's gaze was vacant and his tone stiff. At this point, he was no longer afraid; the bloody infighting had stripped away his humanity. The only reason he asked this question was that some remnants of motivation for killing still lingered in his mind.
In truth, his question could hardly be called that; it was more akin to self-talk—numb, cruel, as if his soul had been drained away.
Swish!
The dagger in Ye Tian's hand flashed with a cold light, and the man let out a soft grunt before collapsing.
"Those who sell their masters for glory and slaughter their peers must die."
Ye Tian did not spare him due to his tragic state. With his body slowly leaning back, the Wang family was finally completely destroyed.
Compared to the situation of the Cold Family, this was true annihilation.
Afterward, Ye Tian wandered through the Wang family estate, first heading to the White Tiger Hall, where he successfully found the so-called dungeon. There was indeed no one in the dungeon, but Ye Tian was not too disappointed, as he had already prepared himself mentally.
He searched the entire Wang family estate but still did not see any sign of Cold Frost and the others. By this time, the sky had brightened. Ye Tian gently pushed open the heavy iron door and stepped outside.
Standing for a moment at the entrance, Ye Tian finally turned back to close the door. As even a slight gap closed, the Wang family had completely become a thing of the past.
...
By the time he returned to the Cold Family, it was already noon. After leaving the Wang family, Ye Tian first went to his mother's grave to pay his respects. His mother had indirectly died at the hands of Wang Weiyang. Now that he had avenged her, he naturally wanted her spirit to rest in peace.
After returning to the Cold Family, Ye Tian incinerated the corpses that had begun to rot and stink. Once everything was taken care of, it was almost nightfall. The vast Cold Family Garden was desolate and silent, with the howling wind sweeping through the dilapidated courtyard, producing mournful wails.
At this moment, Ye Tian sat cross-legged on the ground. In front of him were the graves of Cold Boyuan and others. Beside him were seven or eight jars of wine, most of which he had already emptied.
As the wine filled his belly, countless emotions surged within him—reluctance and relief, sadness and comfort.
In life, what is meant to come will eventually come; fate does not care whether you are willing or not.
Sometimes, living is simply about experiencing; as long as you have experienced it, that's enough because no one can be by your side forever.
Unknowingly, the sky gradually brightened, with the sun rising in the east and the clouds at the horizon beginning to turn red.
Ye Tian had not slept all night, having spoken many words with "them." Everything that had been said before, along with what he urgently needed to convey to those who were absent, had been expressed. Now, only one final sentence remained.
"Uncle Leng, rest assured, no matter the difficulties or dangers, no matter where I have to go, I will definitely find Xiaoshuang." Ye Tian stood up, raised his head to drink the last drop of alcohol, bowed three times respectfully, and then resolutely departed.
He did not have a clear destination for this journey because he did not know where the end point was.
Golden Bull Ridge—a very ordinary name, but it was precisely because of its ordinariness that it felt even more elusive.
His pace was not fast; Ye Tian chose to head east, the direction where the sun rose, which gave him a sense of hope.
Around noon, Ye Tian stepped onto the main road leading to Qingyuan Town.
Qingyuan Town was located in the southeast, about three thousand miles from Spirit Martial Town. At Ye Tian's current speed, it would likely take him a month to reach there.
It was already summer, and the sunlight in the sky was scorching, making people's skin feel hot.
Booming...
In the distance, the thunderous sound of hooves gradually approached; a large group of horses and riders was galloping along the road.
Ye Tian paid no mind and continued on his way with his head down.
Boom... Boom...
As the sound of hooves grew closer, it transitioned from a somewhat chaotic noise to a more orderly rhythm. At this moment, Ye Tian finally saw the full appearance of this group of riders.
The cavalry consisted of at least a hundred men, moving in an orderly fashion despite their rapid pace, maintaining a formation of four horses abreast.
Leading the group was a Chestnut Steed, a large horse that galloped with its hooves striking the ground like lightning. The rider was a Handsome Man in his thirties, dressed in a silver-gray robe that flowed elegantly in the wind.
The Handsome Man held a large flag firmly in his hand, showing no signs of wavering even as they sped along.
The flag was the Cloud Banner, embroidered with golden threads depicting clouds, and amidst the golden clouds were three bold characters written in an artistic style.
Cloud Sea Sect!
Ye Tian furrowed his brow upon seeing the characters, calculating in his mind that it had been exactly four months since the Martial Arts Selection Tournament concluded.
"Could it be that they are here..."
"Hey, kid!" Just as Ye Tian was deep in thought, the cavalry had reached him, and the leading Handsome Man called out loudly, his tone quite arrogant and rude.
Ye Tian felt a slight displeasure but did not react.
"Are you calling me?"
"Who else could it be?" The Handsome Man did not dismount but looked down at Ye Tian coldly.
"Is there something you need?" Ye Tian had no intention of going to the Cloud Sea Sect for training anymore since he was looking for Cold Frost. Moreover, the man's disrespectful words wiped away any desire Ye Tian had to engage in polite conversation.
The Handsome Man frowned slightly, surprised that this young man dared to speak to him in such a manner.
"Is Spirit Martial Town ahead?" The Handsome Man, confident in his status, did not lose his temper but his tone grew increasingly cold, lacking any courtesy one would expect when asking for directions.
"I don't know." Ye Tian glanced outside, staring directly at him.
"Bold!" The Handsome Man suddenly erupted in anger, as Ye Tian's expression was clearly provocative.
"Li Xun, speak politely." Just as the Handsome Man was about to lose his temper, a lazy voice suddenly came from the horse team.
"Master, this kid is really..."
"Did you not hear what I said?" The lazy voice rang out again, but this time it carried a hint of coldness.
Ye Tian turned to look in the direction of the voice and saw an elderly man with long whiskers slowly walking out from the horse team. The man appeared to be in his sixties; although his tone was lazy, he exuded a strong presence with every step he took.
The old man approached Ye Tian and looked him up and down, a hint of approval flickering in his eyes.
"You are from Cloud Sea Sect, right?" Ye Tian was not intimidated by his aura; on the contrary, there was a tone of disdain in his voice.
"Oh? May I ask why the young brother has such an attitude towards my Cloud Sea Sect?" Ye Tian's rudeness did not anger the old man; instead, it made him find the young man before him even more interesting.
"Arrogant and overbearing, is that your Cloud Sea Sect's style?" Ye Tian retorted coldly.
The old man was taken aback for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter.
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