Rebirth of the Peak Young Master-Chapter 357: Free and Easy

But after seeing Yang Tian sit cross-legged, an inexplicable joy suddenly welled up in my heart. I immediately signaled to the others to return to the doorway and not disturb Yang Tian, while I knelt on the ground and observed intently.

I don’t know how much time had passed.

When Xiong Bian mentioned the sound and sight again, he saw Yang Tian suddenly open his eyes, revealing a deep blackness.

"Yes!"

Yang Tian took a sip of cold air and clenched one hand into the air. Suddenly, there was a radiant convergence, which slowly formed a constantly shimmering silver thread in his palm.

Xiong Bian, upon seeing this startling sight, asked in amazement, "Mr. Yang, this... what is this?"

The silver thread could trace the Elemental Power’s path to locate the origin of its flow—where the soul resided. After all, this power, given by God, was a blessing and not something to relinquish easily.

With that said, Yang Tian rose to his feet and gave a sweeping motion with his sleeve.

All at once, a breeze blew past, causing Xiong Biao to blink and rub his eyes. When he looked again, he was astonished to find that Yang Tian had vanished without a trace, as if he had never been there at all.

"Elder, where... where did he go?" ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

Outside the doorway, an elder who had come in unnoticed asked cautiously.

"He?"

The elder laughed reluctantly and said, "He has already left. Truly, he is a man sent from the heavens, coming and going as he pleases."

The elder then recalled something suddenly.

The Southern region of Xin0 was home to 10,000 mountains.

Yang Tian was entirely unaware that his offhand words would lead the New Miao Clan to revere him for centuries to come.

This sparked countless attempts to surmount obstacles.

Even if Yang Tian knew, he would not care, as he was already following the silver thread deep into the heart of the Ten Thousand Mountains.

On the surface, Yang Tian remained calm, but a strange feeling had lingered ever since he departed from the Ji Family.

Particularly at this moment, the closer he got to the hiding place, the stronger the feeling grew.

Exhale!

Yang Tian took a deep breath, steadying himself gently.

This was the darkest and deepest part of the canyon surrounded by mountains and a labyrinth of terrain.

However, given Yang Tian’s current realm, navigating through it was relatively smooth.

Yet Yang Tian did not rush forward. Instead, he revealed his thoughts again and traced the path of the Elemental Power.

Seeing the silver thread rise from his palm, it began flowing upward through the canyon.

Time seemed immeasurable once more as Yang Tian traveled step by step along the thread until it curved and finally reached the location where the Elemental Power congregated.

As Yang Tian gazed ahead, he couldn’t help but furrow his brow.

It turned out to be a cliff at the top of the gorge, with only an abyss in view and nothing else.

Could Xiong be hidden within this abyss?

But the depth of this abyss is staggering—even someone like Xiong, who might achieve superhuman power, couldn’t precisely scale such heights!

After all, Yang Tian understood that the so-called Divine Power of this world, unlike his monstrous abilities, couldn’t oppose the constraints of gravity at will. It could only allow flight through communion with nature.

Thus, its speed and height were both limited.

Or perhaps... a Monk?

No matter the possibilities, Yang Tian’s resolve to rescue Ji Yan, despite Poison God being in her possession, was unwavering!

So, Yang Tian leapt into the abyss without hesitation, plunging downward swiftly.

For ordinary people, this would be an impossible feat, but with Yang Tian’s Sword Skills, he had no reason to fear.

As he descended, even amid the falling momentum, Yang Tian’s Divine Knowledge continuously scanned the abyss.

"Hmm?"

About halfway down the cliff, Yang Tian suddenly furrowed his brow as the Demon Blade floated under his feet.

Yang Tian looked upward again at the seemingly smooth and spotless cliff face, his eyes narrowing slightly. With a cold laugh, he said, "So well-hidden!"

Said and done, Yang Tian raised one hand, his body shrouded in a black glow. Then, stepping forward, he entered directly into the cliff and vanished...

"How many days has it been?"

In the darkness, Ji Yan took a deep breath and sat limply on the ground, her face pale.

Ever since being captured by the feminine man, Ji Yan had been confined here, enveloped in pitch darkness with nothing in sight.

In her six months of captivity, she only caught a glimpse of the feminine man’s face once during her capture.

"I wonder what happened to Aunt Yang? Uncle Yang, Shanshan, Ma Yu, Ren Yuan... and the others..."

At this thought, Ji Yan’s hand brushed over the spot above her chest where Wen Yu rested, and a vivid image appeared in her mind—a dark-haired, proud man standing tall against the world.

"And him... is he really dead?"

Swoosh, swoosh!

At that moment, the faint sound of slithering emerged, and a multicolored snake slithered out of nowhere toward Ji Yan’s face.

"It’s here again?"

Ji Yan looked at the poisonous snake without fear or surprise, knowing it wasn’t there to kill her but merely to extract her blood.

Since being imprisoned here, the snake had come once a week to drain her blood to the very brink of her tolerance before leaving.

Ji Yan’s fear had gradually receded over time, turning into indifference.

The poisonous snake hissed and lunged forward. Its tail whipped through the air and pierced Ji Yan’s wrist.

Instantly, her blood sprayed out like a fountain.

Watching the crimson flow, the snake’s eyes gleamed with a greedy light, and its mouth widened furiously.

The blood gushed like a tide, drawn inexorably into the snake’s maw, leaving nothing behind.

As the blood drained, Ji Yan’s face turned paler, her body sinking into frailty.

Was this the end?

To Ji Yan, perhaps it was.

And yet, as she thought of coming here to spare Aunt Yang, Father Yang, and others from danger, a small pang of regret surfaced within her heart.

She regretted not having the courage to express her feelings to Yang when he was there.

"Even if I don’t say anything now, it doesn’t matter. I will eventually die here. Maybe I’ll see him in the afterlife. If so, this time I’ll have the courage to confess!"

With such thoughts, Ji Yan gradually succumbed to exhaustion, clutching Wen Yu to her heart as she slipped into sleep.

But just as Ji Yan lost consciousness completely, she failed to notice Wen Yu suddenly emit a faint light, followed by a flash of ice-cold brilliance.

The poisonous snake immersed in its blood-draining frenzy suddenly found itself amidst an unprecedented reaction. The lifeblood it gathered congealed into one mass, held steady by a calamitous hand.

And as the hand extended forward, a figure emerged from the darkness—Yang Tian’s somber face!

Having entered the cliff, Yang Tian naturally delved into utter darkness.

Though his vision was impaired, his spirit remained whole, bolstered by the Shield Jade he had given every member of the Yang Family—and even Ji Yan was entrusted with one!

It was precisely this protective jade that enabled Yang Tian to locate Ji Yan the first time.

At this moment, every word uttered by Ji Yan, every sound she made, echoed clearly in Yang Tian’s ears.

And here and now, Yang Tian’s heart—cold and frozen like snow—melted away completely. As if pulling apart clouds to reveal the moon, realization dawned on him regarding the strange feeling he had felt upon leaving the Ji Family.

He thought he had buried his emotions after embarking on the Devil Master’s path, leaving behind the wicked woman who nearly changed his fate—Meng Wei.

But there it was—love’s unyielding call, unassuming yet formidable, awakening Yang Tian to the profound sacrifices others made for his sake. It thawed his heart, once hardened and long since frozen.

Now, Yang Tian’s face softened as he gazed at Ji Yan with profound concern.

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