326: The flawed jade is the king (65)

After bidding farewell to the old man, Wang Yun did not linger in the Southern Border for long.

He determined his direction, tore through the Void Realm, and headed straight for the Eastern Region.

Meeting that interesting old man was merely a small interlude in his long life.

At this moment, he had more important things to do.

The Two-Lotus Saint realm.

This was his current cultivation base.

Two dao lotuses shone within his body, their power endless; his strength had long since surpassed that of an ordinary Two-Lotus Saint, and was enough to contend with those Saints who had condensed three dao lotuses.

The Yu Family.

It was time to go and reclaim justice.

The enmity of having his bone excavated was irreconcilable.

Besides revenge, Wang Yun had another concern in his heart.

Old Mo.

Back then, he had been pursued by a group from an unknown power, and his whereabouts remained unknown to this day.

Wang Yun decided that after dealing with the Yu Family's affairs, he would use all his power to find Old Mo's whereabouts.

With his current strength and status, he was capable of protecting this elder, to whom he owed a debt as heavy as a mountain, so he could spend his late years in peace... A few days later, the Eastern Region.

Inside a bustling main city named "Wanghai," traffic flowed like water and Cultivators moved to and fro like a loom.

The arrival of the Golden Great Age had caused this ancient land to radiate an unprecedented vitality.

Wang Yun restrained his aura and, like an ordinary traveling Cultivator, walked into a street-side tavern.

He found a seat by the window, ordered a pot of tea, and silently listened to the conversations of the surrounding Cultivators, trying to understand the changes in the Eastern Region's landscape over these past few millennia.

However, the moment he picked up his teacup, a familiar and unexpected figure appeared before his eyes.

In the tavern, a ragged old man with disheveled hair was ranting wildly.

"After all these years, the wine in this Eastern Region is still so weak."

"It doesn't even have as much kick as this venerable one's foot-washing water!"

It was none other than the old man he had met once deep within the Southern Border's Hundred Thousand Great Mountains.

As if sensing Wang Yun's gaze, the old man's eyes lit up, and he walked over without ceremony, plopping down across from Wang Yun.

"Good lad! It's you!"

The old man familiarly picked up Wang Yun's teapot, poured himself a cup, and downed it in one go, as if he had been thirsty for a long time.

"I didn't expect to run into you in this Eastern Region. Fate, it truly is fate!"

Wang Yun found his bedraggled appearance somewhat amusing.

"I hope you have been well, Senior."

"Well, my foot!"

The old man cursed irritably, "To get to this Eastern Region, this old man accidentally got sucked into a spatial turbulence and took a massive detour. I nearly shook these old bones of mine apart."

He complained for a bit, then looked Wang Yun over curiously.

"Speaking of which, we've met twice now, but I still don't know your name, little friend?"

The old man asked casually, refilling his cup with tea.

"This Junior is Wang Yun."

Wang Yun replied calmly.

“Pfft—!”

The mouthful of tea the old man had just taken was sprayed directly out.

He began to cough violently, his face full of shock, his cloudy old eyes staring fixedly at Wang Yun.

Wang Yun?

Yu Yun?

How could it be such a coincidence?

The old man's heart jolted.

An absurd yet incredibly longed-for thought began to grow wildly in the depths of his heart.

Could it be... Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

It's just a coincidence.

The thought surged from within, only to be forcibly suppressed by him.

"Hahaha... cough cough... Good name! A fine name!"

The old man used a burst of loud laughter and coughing to mask his momentarily out-of-control emotions.

He pretended to be nonchalant as he asked:

"Little friend Wang Yun, for what purpose have you come to the Eastern Region?"

"This Junior wishes to head to Yu Tian City."

Wang Yun answered truthfully.

"Yu Tian City?"

The old man slapped his thigh in feigned surprise, "What a coincidence! This old man also happens to be going to Yu Tian City!"

"Since that's the case, why don't we travel together? We can look out for each other on the way, how about it?"

"That would be excellent."

...The two set out on their journey once again.

Along the way, the old man seemed like a different person.

He was no longer grumbling as before, but became unusually silent, often staring blankly at Wang Yun's profile.

At every city they reached, he would take the initiative to scout for various news.

And Wang Yun keenly noticed that as they drew closer to Yu Tian City, the expression on the old man's face became increasingly solemn.

That feigned ease and free-spiritedness had long since disappeared.

In its place was a heavy sadness and suppressed rage.

Wang Yun knew that he had heard some news that he found unacceptable.

But he did not ask more.

He chose to respect the old man's privacy.

Finally, half a month later, a majestic giant city radiating divine light appeared at the end of their vision.

Yu Tian City had arrived.

However, just as the two were about to reach the city gates, the spatial divine jade in Wang Yun's robes suddenly produced a faint resonance without warning.

That resonance pointed toward a desolate mountain range not far outside the city.

Wang Yun's heart stirred.

This divine jade was a relic left by his mother; it was thanks to it that he had been able to narrowly escape Yu Tianheng's hands back then.

"Senior."

Wang Yun stopped and cupped his hands toward the old man beside him.

"This Junior has some temporary private matters to attend to and needs to go ahead. Let us part ways here."

Hearing this, the old man turned around and looked at the majestic city so close at hand, a resolve for death appearing in his eyes.

He knew that for him, this trip was a one-in-ten chance of survival.

He forced a smile and slapped Wang Yun's shoulder heavily.

"Good! There is no feast in the world that does not end!"

"Little friend, until we meet again!"

"Until we meet again."

Wang Yun returned the gesture, then his figure flashed as he flew toward that mountain range.

Watching Wang Yun's receding back, the smile on the old man's face slowly faded.

All disguises were shed at this moment.

Leaving only endless sorrow and a determination to face death.

He knew that with his cultivation as a Heavenly Venerate, challenging a newly risen Saint-Grade power that was currently at its peak and might even have a Saint presiding over it was no different from striking a stone with an egg.

But so what?

If he didn't vent that foul breath, he wouldn't be happy!

He turned around to face the towering Yu Tian City and no longer suppressed his cultivation base.

Boom—!

A terrifying Heavenly Venerate pressure soared into the sky, enveloping the entire Yu Tian City.

The entire city trembled violently under this pressure.

Within the city, countless Cultivators were terrified by this unfamiliar Heavenly Venerate pressure.

Deep within the Yu Family estate, several powerful Divine Thoughts rose into the sky, carrying alarm and disdain as they locked onto the aged figure outside the city.

"Where did this old thing come from, daring to act so insolently before my Yu Family's gates?"

"Courting death."

However, in the next moment, a voice full of rage and pathos rang out above Yu Tian City.

"Yu Family Qingmu Lineage, Qingmu Heavenly Venerate, Yu Changqing!"

"Has come to seek justice for my grandson, Yu Yun!"