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Ye Tian lay down, and the old man fell into deep thought. After a moment, he hurried out the door, heading towards the east of the village.
By midnight, the old man finally returned. At this time, Ye Tian had already woken up again and looked much better.
"Hey, hey, hey, why are you getting up? Your injury isn't fully healed yet," the old man exclaimed as he opened the door and found Ye Tian supporting himself against the wall, trying to move outside. He quickly stopped him.
Ye Tian smiled at him and waved his hand, saying, "It's nothing serious; it's not that precious."
In fact, Ye Tian had been awake for about half an hour. Although this old man was his savior, he still felt that something was slightly off. Subconsciously, he glanced at his left hand and noticed that the Xumi Ring indeed showed signs of being tampered with.
He forced some Martial Origin Power into it and probed with his Divine Consciousness; however, nothing seemed to be missing.
Ye Tian couldn't help but mock himself for doubting his savior. Perhaps the old man had just never seen such an ancient object and was merely examining it.
The Xumi Ring was quite well-stocked; of course, it didn't contain any high-grade Spiritual Pills, but there were at least eighty low-grade healing Dan Pills. While they wouldn't completely cure his severe injuries, they would easily allow Ye Tian to recover enough to walk.
After swallowing seven or eight healing Spiritual Pills in one go, his body was instantly filled with pure medicinal power, warm and very comforting.
In just half an hour, Ye Tian was already able to struggle to his feet and walk a little. It was at this moment that the old man hurried back.
Returning late at night, dusty and weary, this was not something an ordinary village elder would typically do; however, Ye Tian didn't think much of it.
The old man seemed somewhat surprised by Ye Tian's recovery speed. After hesitating for a while, he finally asked, "Young man, about that ring of yours..."
Upon hearing this, Ye Tian didn't hide anything and replied with a smile, "It's called the Xumi Ring. It contains an infinite space for storing items."
As he spoke, a faint light flickered, and a deep blue Dan Pill appeared in his palm, emitting a soft glow.
"Old man, you saved my life. I cannot repay such a great kindness, so please accept this small token of my appreciation," Ye Tian said earnestly as he presented it with both hands.
The old man rolled his eyes, various thoughts flashing through his mind in an instant. However, he ultimately accepted it, pinching it between his fingers and examining it closely in the candlelight.
"If this were sold outside, it would fetch quite a bit of silver," the old man feigned ignorance, though he understood very well that this was a Spiritual Pill for enhancing physical strength.
"Well... I can only say that in a place like this, it's priceless," Ye Tian replied honestly.
"That won't do."
The old man pretended to decline. Although Ye Tian saw through his intentions, he still sincerely offered it. After all, no one is perfect; hypocrisy is just human nature.
In the end, the old man could not refuse Ye Tian, and reluctantly accepted it, making an excuse to go fetch more firewood. But Ye Tian knew he was eager to taste the Spiritual Pill.
Moments later, the sounds of the bellows and burning wood echoed from the kitchen. The old man shouted from outside, "Don't sleep yet; it'll be ready soon."
Ye Tianxin felt warmth in his heart. Regardless of whether the old man had other intentions towards him, at least his attentive care was genuine. In such difficult times, having this encounter felt like fate.
At this point, Ye Tian secretly resolved that once he fully recovered, he would do his best to fulfill any reasonable requests made by the old man.
Soon after, the burlap curtain of the inner room was lifted, and a fragrant aroma instantly filled the narrow space.
Gurgle...
Ye Tian tried hard to suppress his hunger, but his empty stomach still made a ruckus.
The old man laughed heartily and said, "You must be starving, hurry up and try my specialty."
As he spoke, the old man handed over a large bowl. Ye Tian was not one to hesitate; he thanked the old man and took it with both hands. He took a deep sniff, and the aroma filled his nose, making his stomach grumble even more.
This was a bowl of authentic oil-splashed noodles, with evenly long noodles, bright green scallions, a few slices of well-cooked beef, sprinkled with salt and Sichuan pepper, and finally drizzled with a spoonful of hot oil. It was simply a feast for the eyes and the palate.
"How does it look? Appealing, right?" The old man looked at Ye Tian with a smile, clearly pleased with himself.
Nodding vigorously, Ye Tian felt his appetite surge even before tasting it, which made him sincerely praise the old man's cooking skills.
The old man just chuckled; at that moment, the lines on his weathered face were illuminated by a faint candlelight, creating a tranquil and peaceful atmosphere.
"Old sir, I haven't asked your surname yet," Ye Tian mumbled as he wolfed down the food.
"My surname is Lin." The old man suddenly sighed, as if just mentioning his surname brought back memories he wished to avoid.
Ye Tian was taken aback; he hadn't expected this to evoke the old man's past. He paused his eating and smiled reassuringly, "Then I'll call you Lin the Elder from now on. By the way, if there's anything you need help with, don't hesitate to ask."
Upon hearing this, a glimmer seemed to light up in the old man's dull eyes, though it was fleeting.
Frequent brushes with danger had made Ye Tian develop a keen sense of observation. Although it wasn't intentional, after speaking, he casually glanced at Lin the Elder.
Thus, Lin the Elder's subtle reaction did not escape Ye Tian's notice.
"It's nothing, what could an old man like me have going on?"
Lin the Elder sighed again, but Ye Tian could tell that this sigh was definitely feigned, meant to draw out some past events, whether true or false.
"Lin the Elder, if there's something you need to say, just go ahead. Although I may not have much ability, I do have some cultivation." Out of caution, Ye Tian did not reveal his powerful identity, as the reputation of Cloud Sea Sect was indeed too prominent.
"You're a Martial Practitioner?!" Lin the Elder asked in surprise, though this surprise was also an act.
Initially, he did not want to bring back a burden, but perhaps heaven had its eyes on him, allowing him to inadvertently catch a glimpse of Ye Tian's Xumi Ring. He had intended to claim it for himself, but after investigating it further, he was astonished to discover something...
The symbol of the highest disciple of Cloud Sea Sect—Cloud Token!
Thus, he not only put the Xumi Ring back on Ye Tian's finger but also went through great effort and spent all his savings to pull Ye Tian back from the brink of death.
Of course, he understood very well what benefits saving a Cloud Sea Sect Cloud Token would bring him.
"Yes, in Martial Sovereign Continent, isn't it common for anyone to be a Martial Practitioner?" Ye Tian possessed secret techniques from three sects and was indifferent to the views of clans. However, as soon as he spoke, he felt it was inappropriate; the common folk living at the bottom despised Spirit Sect and Blood Sect deeply.
"What I mean is, my strength isn't high, but I know a thing or two," Ye Tian added.
"What strength?" Lin the Elder asked eagerly. After asking, he clearly felt it was inappropriate and quickly added, "A disciple from our village left two years ago to join Cloud Sea Sect and became quite famous. He could break a tree as thick as a bowl with one punch."
Ye Tian frowned slightly, thinking that breaking a tree as thick as a bowl could be achieved by Warrior Definition; however, wasn't the minimum requirement for Cloud Sea Sect Martial Mastery?
Could it be that the old man was lying?
However, he immediately thought of someone and asked, "Lin the Elder, what is the name of that person you mentioned, and how old are they this year?"
Upon hearing this, Lin the Elder hesitated, as he had made it all up. The reason he brought up the Cloud Sea Sect was merely to test Ye Tian's background.
"His name is Chen Liu, and his nickname is Er Gouzi," the old man casually fabricated a name, deliberately adding a nickname for authenticity.
"Oh..." Ye Tian nodded, thinking that he might have overthought things.
The Cloud Sea Sect is a prestigious family with a history of a thousand years, and they have extremely strict conditions for accepting disciples. Young talents from various places are initially selected through the Martial Arts Selection Tournament, but they must reach Martial Mastery within a certain period to qualify for entry.
Thus, the minimum cultivation level for the Cloud Sea Sect is at least Martial Mastery. Of course, there is one exception—the only exception being the Wine Kid.
That said, Ye Tian was not bound by this restriction. If it weren't for his pursuit of Xiaoshuang, he would have entered as a Warrior Definition from the beginning.
As for this rule, he only learned about it later.
"Young man, what is your name?" Lin the Elder asked when he saw Ye Tian lost in thought, fearing that the topic would end there.
"Oh, my surname is Ye, and my given name is Tian."
"Ye Tian... so, what is your strength?" Lin the Elder couldn't help but ask; this was the question he cared about most.
"Martial Mastery," Ye Tian replied as he picked up the oil-splashed noodles he hadn't finished eating and continued to devour them.
"Martial Mastery..." Lin the Elder seemed somewhat disappointed. After all, several of his enemies were also at Martial Mastery. Moreover, the main point was that he himself was actually a Second-Stage Martial Artist!
“Martial Master how many stages?” Lin the Elder continued to ask persistently.
“Five stages,” Ye Tian replied casually, not intending to hide his Martial Sovereign cultivation.
“Hmm…” This time, Lin the Elder nodded in satisfaction. Achieving five stages of Martial Mastery at the age of seventeen or eighteen indeed indicated that this young man had exceptional talent. Moreover, his enemies were at most Five-Stage Martial Artists. If used properly, Ye Tian could have significant value in his revenge plan.
“What about you, Lin the Elder?” Ye Tian asked seemingly casually.
“As for me… I’m just…” Lin the Elder suddenly realized he had almost revealed too much, so he quickly cleared his throat and changed his words, “I’m just an old villager; I don’t have any opportunity to practice martial arts.”
Ye Tian chuckled and did not press further.
A glint of sharpness flashed in Lin the Elder's eyes as he thought to himself that this kid was quite extraordinary, with a keen mind. It seemed he needed to be more cautious in the future and must not let any flaws slip.
“Ah~ delicious!” Ye Tian set down his chopsticks, feeling extremely satisfied.
“Haha, if it’s good, I’ll make it for you again tomorrow,” Lin the Elder quickly shifted back to his cheerful demeanor as if the earlier incident had never happened.
Watching Lin the Elder step outside, Ye Tian couldn’t help but feel suspicious. Why did this old man always seem shrouded in a layer of conspiracy…
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