130: Chapter 130 Trouble is Coming

Ye Yun ignored them and took a thin blanket out of his Storage Pouch, spreading it on the ground.

He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, circulated the Tai Xuan Hehuan Scripture, and began to Cultivate.

The firelight shone upon him, casting a warm orange halo over his figure.

That handsome face appeared even more calm and composed amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

Fang Hansu sat by the campfire, her gaze falling on Ye Yun involuntarily.

She had seen many young talents, scions of noble families, and Genius Disciples of the Sects.

Yet, she had never seen anyone like him.

Despite his young age, he possessed a composure and bearing far beyond his years.

Here in the dangerous deep mountains, he was all alone, roasting meat over a fire with such nonchalance.

It was as if nothing in this world could move him.

"Who exactly is he?"

She stared at Ye Yun's profile, a sense of curiosity welling up in her heart.

That face was sharply defined in the firelight, with sword-like brows reaching into his temples and a high, straight nose bridge.

His thin lips were slightly pursed, and he was as quiet as a painting.

Uncle Fu coughed softly from the side.

Fang Hansu finally snapped back to reality, her cheeks flushing slightly, and she quickly averted her gaze.

The campfire crackled, and the night grew deeper.

Fang Hansu leaned against the tree trunk and gradually closed her eyes.

Uncle Fu could finally no longer hold on; he leaned against a rock and began to doze off, though his hand still gripped his sword hilt tightly.

Ye Yun opened his eyes, swept his gaze over the two of them, and then slowly closed them again.

...

The night was as dark as ink, and the campfire swayed gently in the breeze, slicing the surrounding light and shadow into fragments of interweaving brightness and darkness.

Ye Yun sat cross-legged with his eyes lightly closed, his breathing long and steady.

His aura was restrained, as if he had merged into one with this world.

Fang Hansu leaned against the tree trunk, her gaze falling on Ye Yun from time to time.

She lowered her voice and said to Uncle Fu beside her.

"Uncle Fu, what do you think is the background of this person? Being all alone in these Fengyun Mountains, starting a fire to roast meat without the slightest precaution—either he is a newborn calf that is not afraid of tigers, or he truly has some ability."

Uncle Fu gripped his sword hilt tightly, scanning the surroundings vigilantly. Upon hearing this, he whispered.

"Young Miss, this old servant cannot see through his depth. This youth's aura is extremely restrained; either he truly has some ability, or it is deliberately put on."

"Regardless, it is better to be careful. In this day and age, when traveling outside, one must always be on guard against others."

Fang Hansu nodded gently and sighed.

"If we can survive tonight, we will leave as soon as it gets light. These Fengyun Mountains are too dangerous; if we stay any longer, I fear something will truly go wrong."

Uncle Fu nodded with a grave expression and said nothing more.

How could he not want to leave?

But at night, these mountains were rampant with Yao Beasts, and since they were both injured, rushing on the road blindly would only lead to a faster death.

Being able to meet someone here willing to let them stay the night was already a great stroke of luck.

...

Two hours passed quietly.

The night grew heavier, pressing down heavily upon the treetops.

From the distance came the rising and falling roars of Yao Beasts, sometimes near, sometimes far.

They echoed in the silent mountain forest, sending chills down one's spine.

Fang Hansu leaned against the tree trunk, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

She had not closed her eyes for two days and one night; at this moment, her tense nerves finally relaxed a little, and sleepiness surged over her like a tide.

Yet she dared not sleep, biting her lip to force herself to stay awake, her fingers gripping her hem tightly, her nails digging into her palms.

Uncle Fu sat beside Fang Hansu, his gaze still scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

But fatigue was already faintly visible on his face.

He was old and injured, and after days of rushing about, his energy had long been exhausted.

Maintaining high-intensity vigilance made his temples throb, and his eyelids began to grow heavy.

Just then, a chaotic sound of footsteps came from the depths of the dense forest.

Accompanied by the light of torches, it broke the silence of the night.

Fang Hansu woke up with a jolt, and Uncle Fu also instantly tensed his body, his hand pressing onto his sword hilt.

Ye Yun's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he did not open his eyes, still maintaining his meditative posture.

A dozen figures walked out from the shadows of the trees; the leader was a middle-aged man with a burly build and a face full of flabby, vicious flesh.

A hideous scar ran diagonally from his left eyebrow to his right cheek, appearing exceptionally terrifying in the firelight.

He was wearing a dark brown servant's outfit made of exquisite fabric.

His entire body radiated the thick aura of a Great Martial Master Seventh Level.

In these outer reaches of the Fengyun Mountains, he was already an overwhelming existence.

Behind him followed a dozen men also dressed in servant attire, their cultivation levels uneven.

Even the weakest among them was at the Great Martial Artist - 2nd Stage.

In the crowd, a young girl wearing a jade-green maid's outfit was tied up tightly.

Her mouth was stuffed with a cloth strip, and her eyes were red and swollen.

Her face was covered in tear stains, and she was struggling while sobbing.

The moment Fang Hansu saw the maid, her face turned deathly pale, and she blurted out.

"Yun'er!"

The Scar-faced Man looked in the direction of the voice, his gaze landing on Fang Hansu.

A smug and ruthless smile curled at the corners of his mouth.

He strode forward.

He spoke in a sarcastic, mocking tone.

"Young Miss Fang, we have finally found you."

"You running away like that has made it so hard for us to find you."

"In these deep mountain forests, if something were to happen to you, my Young Master would be so heartbroken."

Fang Hansu stood up abruptly.

Her face was as pale as paper.

Her body was trembling slightly.

Yet she bit her lip hard and said, word by word:

"Go back and tell your Young Master, even if I, Fang Hansu, die, I will not marry him."

"Tell him to give up this idea!"

The smile on the Scar-faced Man's face vanished instantly.

Replaced by a cold, ruthless ferocity.

He snorted coldly and took a step forward.

The aura of a Great Martial Master Seventh Level pressed over them without any concealment.

"Young Miss Fang, I advise you to think clearly."

"The lives of all one hundred and thirty-seven members of the Fang Family are in your hands alone."

"If you obey and marry my Young Master, the entire Fang Family will live in luxury and enjoy endless riches."

"If you do not obey..."

He paused.

A cruel light flashed in his eyes.

His voice was as cold as if it had been quenched in poison:

"The entire Fang Family—not even a chicken or dog will be left alive."

"Whether they live or die depends entirely on whether you, Young Miss Fang, will be obedient."

Fang Hansu's body trembled violently.

Tears swirled in her eyes.

Yet she held them back firmly, refusing to let them fall.

She knew that this man was not trying to scare her.

They were capable of doing anything.

Uncle Fu stepped forward.

Blocking in front of Fang Hansu.

His eyes wide with rage, he shouted sternly:

"You people are pushing things too far!"

"My Young Miss would rather die than submit; don't even think about succeeding!"

The Scar-faced Man sneered.

His gaze landed on Uncle Fu, full of disdain:

"An old thing about to go into the grave, yet you dare to clamor before me?"

"If you are sensible, get lost; don't seek your own death."

Just then.

The maid Yun'er, who had been tied up, suddenly broke free from the restraint of the person beside her.

She also shook off the cloth strip stuffed in her mouth.

She threw herself onto the ground and screamed towards Fang Hansu.

Her voice was shrill, piercing the night sky:

"Young Miss! Don't believe them!"

"Master and the others... Master and the others have all been killed!"

"Not a single one survived!"

"The entire Fang Family is gone! Young Miss!"