Chapter 278: Ye Beixuan – I'm Just Picking a Feng Shui Burial Site for You All

"How strange, how curious. In all my years presiding over Myriad Treasures Pavilion, I've never seen such a peculiar young man."

Gu Sanbian watched Ye Beixuan's departing figure and couldn't help murmuring to himself.

A disciple beside him asked, "Elder, isn't that man one of those hundred-year-old monsters?"

Gu Sanbian shook his head. "No. He's younger than you. That air of age and world-weariness he gave off was just a disguise. But that sense of desolation—it felt as if it came from his very bones. That's what I find so baffling."

"Should we send someone to investigate?"

The disciple looked hopeful as he asked.

"Silence!"

Gu Sanbian snapped sternly, "Have you forgotten our Myriad Treasures Pavilion's rule? We never question the background of any guest."

Ye Beixuan didn't leave through the rear gate of Myriad Treasures Pavilion. Instead, he exited proudly through the main entrance, drawing all attention to himself.

Meanwhile, Xiao Chen and the others had already slipped away quietly through the back door.

Ye Beixuan walked slowly through the city, feeling more and more divine senses locking onto him.

That sensation brought back the all-too-familiar memory of being tailed when he secretly attended auctions alone in his previous life.

It was exhilarating!

"Granduncle, do you have any idea who that guy is?"

Qin Yun locked his gaze on Ye Beixuan while asking the deputy city lord of Forging Sword City beside him.

"I can't tell what his background is either. But he gives me an odd feeling."

The deputy city lord furrowed his brows. He couldn't pinpoint what was wrong.

Qin Yun asked curiously, "Granduncle, what's so odd about him?"

"He's definitely not one of those old monsters. But the sense of desolation and presence he exudes isn't fake—it feels like it seeps from his very bones," the deputy city lord said.

Qin Yun replied instinctively, "Granduncle, could it be that he possesses some kind of soul-type treasure?"

The deputy city lord's eyes lit up immediately. "That possibility can't be ruled out. Follow him—but do not strike first. I imagine quite a few people are curious about this bold fool."

Similar thoughts were shared by those from the Bone Sect and many small factions.

Unlike a half-Saint level sect like Bone Sect, most of these smaller forces didn't have Nirvana cultivators on hand. But when faced with such a fat sheep, they weren't about to let him go.

By normal standards, those eligible to sit in the rearmost private rooms of Myriad Treasures Pavilion were top-tier honored guests.

But not every honored guest came from a Holy Land.

As the cloaked figure in black drew closer and closer to the city gate, many people formed the same thought in their minds.

This guy definitely isn't from a Holy Land. Otherwise, why would he be heading out of the city when it's already getting dark?

Thinking that, all the cultivators tailing Ye Beixuan grew restless.

The moment Ye Beixuan exited the city gates, he shot into the air at full speed, even activating a flight talisman.

His speed instantly multiplied several times over.

They had been played!

Everyone shared the same thought at once.

They immediately followed him out of the city, chasing after the black figure at top speed.

On Woniu Mountain, dozens of li east of Wushuang City—

Xiao Chen, Cao Youqian, and the others had already been waiting there.

In the sky above, Marquis Yishan spread his divine sense across a hundred li radius. If Ye Beixuan couldn't make it in time, he was prepared to step in for the boy.

Ye Beixuan was currently in high spirits. He could sense those pursuers drawing closer and closer behind him.

At the same time, darkness had completely fallen over the land.

The sound of rushing wind howled past his ears.

"You there, stop!"

A loud shout came from behind him. Ye Beixuan remained unmoved, continuing to fly forward.

"Xiao Ye, your senior brothers are waiting for you on Woniu Mountain."

Marquis Yishan's voice sounded in Ye Beixuan's ears like a celestial melody. Seeing Woniu Mountain just ahead, he shot toward it like an arrow leaving the bowstring and descended onto the mountain.

Huff…

Ye Beixuan landed on a peak and exhaled deeply.

Before he could locate his fellow disciples, several dozen figures descended around him.

"Kid, why did you stop running?"

A sinister voice echoed beside Ye Beixuan's ear. Following the sound, he saw a figure clad in a gray-white robe, wearing a bone mask, and holding a white bone staff, staring coldly at him.

Ye Beixuan counted the people nearby. All of them were cultivators from the Bone Sect, led by a Nirvana-stage elder.

He replied calmly, "Which eye of yours saw me running? I was merely choosing a Feng Shui burial site for you scheming bastards."

At those words, all the Bone Sect cultivators erupted in anger.

"What an arrogant brat. I'd like to see who you think you are to act this wildly!"

As the elder of Bone Sect spoke, he suddenly reached out a massive hand to grab Ye Beixuan.

But just as his hand neared Ye Beixuan, he felt a terrifying force descend from the heavens. Startled, he hastily withdrew his hand.

Boom!

A massive crater instantly formed on the ground. The Bone Sect members instinctively stepped back several paces. The elder who made the move was drenched in cold sweat—thankfully, that force wasn't aimed directly at him.

Those cultivators hiding in the shadows were also startled by the sudden turn of events, suppressing the greed in their hearts.

"Who's there?"

The Bone Sect elder looked up into the sky.

There, a shadow floated in midair, overlooking everyone from above.

It was none other than Marquis Yishan. Though he wore no mask, his face was shrouded in mist, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

Marquis Yishan smiled and said, "You lot are unworthy of knowing who I am. The rest of you—come out already, so this old man doesn't have to drag you all out one by one."

As soon as he finished speaking, over a hundred figures suddenly appeared all around, including several Nirvana-stage cultivators.

The Bone Sect elder had already anticipated such a possibility and said coldly, "It seems, fellow cultivator, that you're quite confident—do you think you alone can suppress all of us here?"

"Who said I'm alone?"

Marquis Yishan paused deliberately, then looked into the darkness and said, "You lot aren't planning to let little Ye face a hundred cultivators by himself, are you?"

"Hehe, Master-Uncle, you're joking. We just figured it's been a while since you last acted, so we'd give you a chance to shine."

As the voice rang out, another figure in a black cloak appeared in the sky. One after another, a dozen similarly dressed figures emerged.

Each of them radiated a completely different aura, yet the playful gleam in their eyes was exactly the same.

People naturally fear the unknown. Witnessing such a scene, the cultivators who had planned to grab a share of the spoils began retreating one after another—leaving only the Bone Sect members to face these mysterious individuals head-on…

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