Chen Yang was as aloof as the wind, his entire focus on the float before him.

Based on the experience he had accumulated over the past few days, he could tell from the float's movement that it was likely a crucian carp.

And so it was.

Chen Yang suddenly lifted his rod. A crucian carp, weighing a good half-pound, was unwillingly hauled up, furiously wiggling its tail with its mouth agape.

He removed the hook and, just as he had with the small carp before, released it back into the river.

The middle-aged man was astonished. This guy is just ignoring me? He won't even spare me a glance, solely focused on fishing? He's too arrogant! But to call it arrogance... that indifferent aura emanating from him is enough to make one's heart palpitate, making them afraid to act rashly.

His composure wasn't feigned; it was the ultimate expression of complete and utter confidence.

Involuntarily, the middle-aged man nodded in appreciation.

"You misunderstand. I'm not here to kill you; I want to talk to you," the middle-aged man said with a sigh as he slowly walked toward the riverbank. "Let's talk about your origins. Let's talk about your father."

The fishing rod in Chen Yang's hand gave a visible, abrupt shake, and the bobbing float stilled completely.

"Go away. There's nothing to talk about," Chen Yang's tone was indifferent, but a slight ripple of emotion had appeared.

The middle-aged man sighed. How could he not know what Chen Yang was thinking, or what he was resisting? Anyone in such a situation would likely react the same way. Cast out for over twenty years, heaven only knew what humiliations he had suffered and what hardships he had endured.

SCREECH!

The sudden sound of tires skidding to a halt tore through the quiet atmosphere.

The middle-aged man instinctively turned his head, his expression changing drastically when he saw the person getting out of the car. The man who emerged was none other than Chen Boyong, who was tracking the Ancestral Sword. With a longsword on his back, his eyes, rolling with cold menace, suddenly fixed on the middle-aged man. "Chen Bonan?"

"You dare to show your face on Qiyun Road? The audacity!" Chen Boyong regained his composure and sneered. "What, do you intend to interfere with us killing this piece of trash? Have you forgotten the Great Elder's warning?"

As he spoke, Chen Boyong noticed Chen Yang fishing by the river. His lips curled high as he slowly drew the longsword from his back. "Today, I will kill him. I dare you to try and stop me."

The middle-aged man, Chen Bonan, could never have imagined he would run into Chen Boyong in such a coincidence. According to his plan, after finding Chen Yang, he would tell him about the Chen Clan's internal strife, then hide him away. After five or ten years, once Chen Yang was fully matured, he would storm the Chen Family. But now...

"With me here, do you think you can kill him?" Chen Bonan made no effort to hide his resentment, stating spitefully, "The incident twenty-eight years ago left an indelible scar on our lineage. Do you think you won't have to pay the price?"

CLAP!

With that, Chen Bonan clapped his hands.

Three middle-aged men leaped out of the black off-road vehicle, immediately surrounding Chen Boyong. The weakest of these three was at the peak of the Twelfth Tier. Adding Chen Bonan to the mix, even though Chen Boyong had reached the Thirteenth Tier some years ago, breaking through their encirclement would not be easy.

This proved that Chen Bonan had come to Qiyun Road well-prepared.

"This is treason!" Chen Boyong's expression shifted multiple times. His right hand, holding the longsword, trembled slightly as his gloomy eyes stared fixedly at Chen Bonan.

The Ancestral Sword is within reach, and that piece of trash is right in front of me, yet everything is being disrupted like this? I can't accept this!

"It is you who are the traitors!" Chen Bonan roared, his eyes bloodshot. "Twenty-eight years ago, the Old Clan Chief appointed Chen Yang's father as his successor! You colluded with outsiders, defied the clan's orders, and massacred our own people, yet you have the gall to speak to me of treason?"

Chen Boyong was speechless.

"You must have seen Chen Yang's talent for yourself," Chen Bonan said, taking a deep breath as a cruel smile touched his lips. "I only need to protect him for five to ten years. At that point, who in your lineage could possibly stand in his way? Not even your Clan Leader!"

That phrase, "your Clan Leader," clearly drew a line between himself and the current Chen Clan. He's just a despicable wretch who colluded with outsiders to slaughter his own clansmen. What right does he have to be my Clan Leader?

How could Chen Boyong be unaware of this? It was for this exact reason that the family had sent him, a Thirteenth Tier Thousand-Faced Yama, to travel a thousand miles and resolve the situation. Never mind five years, they couldn't even give him one.

At this thought, Chen Boyong took a deep breath, his thoughts calming slightly. His tone became less sharp. "Chen Bonan, you should know it's impossible for you to buy him five years. Even one year is impossible. Get out of the way and disappear from my sight immediately, and I can pretend I never saw you."

Though his tone was calm, it was a blatant threat—an ultimatum.

"How will we know if we don't try?" Chen Bonan said in a low voice, glancing back at Chen Yang. Since he had come, of course he had considered the consequences. After living in humiliation for over twenty years, if he didn't make a stand now, he would never get another chance to turn things around. Even if it meant death, so what?

"All of you, stand aside and let me kill him, or you will all die!" Chen Boyong wasted no more words, lifting his longsword and speaking coldly.

The air was thick with the scent of gunpowder, ready to ignite. A great battle seemed inevitable.

However, just as Chen Bonan stepped forward, Chen Yang, who was baiting his hook, suddenly spoke up. "Excuse the interruption, but where do you get the confidence that you can kill me?"

His words were, of course, directed at Chen Boyong.

"Hmph!" Chen Boyong scoffed with contempt. "I acknowledge your talent, but you are ultimately only at the Twelfth Tier. I can kill you as easily as swatting a fly."

If Chen Yang were truly at the Twelfth Tier, that would indeed be the case.

But...

Chen Yang cast his line into the river and slowly turned his head. "As easy as swatting a fly, you say?"

He beckoned with his finger. "Come on, then."

BOOM!

Upon seeing Chen Yang's face clearly, the once proud and imperious Chen Boyong felt as if he had been struck by lightning. His mind descended into chaos, and his face turned deathly pale.

"It's… it's you!"

Chen Boyong's eyes bulged as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world. As he instinctively stumbled backward, he shook his head frantically. "No, no, this is absolutely impossible!"

Lord Yang? The person the Chen Clan wants to kill is actually Lord Yang, the supreme expert who single-handedly conquered the entire Dragon Brilliance List five years ago?! How is this possible?! In his mind, Lord Yang should have been some old monster who was skilled at maintaining a youthful appearance, especially given his openly known Fourteenth Tier cultivation base. But this man isn't even thirty! A Ten Thousand Phenomena Senluo realm expert at his age? Is that even possible?!

Chen Bonan and his men, who had been bracing for a serious confrontation, were suddenly dumbstruck. What in the world is going on?

"Just two days ago, I brought you to your knees, yet today you claim you can kill me as easily as swatting a fly?" Chen Yang smiled and gestured invitingly. "Go on. Show me."

Chen Boyong was speechless.

Chen Bonan was speechless.

Everyone was rendered speechless.

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