Sitting on the plane to Yanjing, Ye Qingfeng felt somewhat dazed.
Since leaving the mountains, he had been thinking that once the Spiritual Energy Water was launched and the Nine Tribulations company was established, he would seek out Ouyang to see her.
But for various reasons, he had not been able to make the trip until now.
It wasn’t until he left Luoyang Slope at the Northern Base and bought a new phone that he realized, upon checking the calendar, that over two months had passed, and it was already September.
He sent a message to Ye Gang and then turned off his phone, putting it in his pocket.
He was seated in business class, and just as he was getting settled, a beautiful woman, about his age and seemingly a student as well, took the seat next to him.
She had crimson lips, white teeth, and phoenix-like eyes, with a graceful figure, dressed in a mature style, her beauty rivaling that of Bei Yinyao.
Upon seeing Ye Qingfeng, she was first stunned, a bit surprised.
Ye Qingfeng’s handsomeness ranked first among those she knew, but when she saw his attire, she averted her aloof gaze, feeling disdainful in her heart.
Ye Qingfeng glanced at her, then moved his legs to let her sit inside.
Several other passengers came in after, either wealthy businessmen or noblewomen, but Ye Qingfeng paid them no mind until a middle-aged man in a black leather jacket boarded, catching his attention.
The middle-aged man didn’t notice Ye Qingfeng but glanced several times at the beautiful girl beside him.
In Ye Qingfeng’s perception, this man carried a faint, sinister aura, barely noticeable, yet imbued with a hint of murderous intent.
It was as if this person was a sharp blade sheathed, ready to slaughter the surroundings should the blade be unsheathed.
"Meeting such a person on a plane, how interesting!"
The middle-aged man was unsmiling, an Asian, yet gave an awkward feeling.
The plane took off. The journey of over an hour was quite dull, and the beautiful girl, curious about Ye Qingfeng’s lack of intention to speak to her.
Although she wasn’t someone narcissistic, she was very confident in her appearance. Many young men usually approached her, but Ye Qingfeng treated her as thin air, merely leaning back in the seat reading a magazine.
"Hello, are you also going to Yanjing?"
She thought Ye Qingfeng was being deliberately reserved, so she spoke up to test the genuine nature of the handsome young man.
Ye Qingfeng slightly turned his head, merely answering with a hum, and then turned away.
The beautiful girl was astonished. It was her first time being treated this way by the opposite sex. At the very least, Ye Qingfeng should have asked something like "Are you going too?", but he displayed no such interest.
Feeling snubbed, she coldly snorted in her heart and said no more.
"All these useless playboys around, only those few young masters from Yanjing’s noble families have real abilities!"
Thinking about going to Yanjing University soon to witness Huaxia’s most elite social circles, she felt a surge of excitement.
This trip to Yanjing, studying was secondary. Her real ambition was to find a young master from a top family as her husband, elevate herself, and become one of Yanjing’s socialites. Her family would also benefit and gain the support of Yanjing’s elite families.
That was her dream. With her looks and abilities, she believed achieving this was not difficult.
The Yanjing Three Heroes were her primary targets.
After an hour, the plane landed in Yanjing. Ye Qingfeng deliberately slowed his pace, following behind the man in the leather jacket, silently observing.
The beautiful girl glanced at Ye Qingfeng’s back with cold eyes and turned away. To her, Ye Qingfeng was merely an excessively handsome ordinary person, not worth her attention.
Once outside the airport, the man in the leather jacket quickened his pace, disappearing into the crowd with a few swift steps.
"His movement technique is extremely fast, no less than Long Yuntian and Cold Smiling Buddha. I wonder what such a person is doing in Yanjing?"
Ye Qingfeng did not chase him. He contemplated for a moment, decided to ignore it, and turned to board a taxi.
"You child, gone for two months again, Aunt Liu was worried sick!"
Upon returning home, Ye Qingfeng was chided by Liu Mei. He could only listen with a grimace, not daring to retort.
"Alright, I won’t lecture you anymore. I’ll go pack your things!"
Liu Mei said a few words, ready to head upstairs.
"Pack my things?" Ye Qingfeng asked, puzzled, "Aunt Liu, I just got back. Why are you packing my stuff?"
"The enrollment at Yanjing University officially started several days ago. Are you not planning to go to school tomorrow?"
Liu Mei had been concerned about Ye Qingfeng’s internal admission to Yanjing University and was very anxious about it.
Ye Qingfeng touched his nose, a bit embarrassed, as he indeed had forgotten about it.
With Liu Mei busy upstairs, Ye Gang finally had the chance to speak.
"Xiao Feng, did you kill the Six Great Venerables of the God Slaying Hall?"
Ye Qingfeng nodded: "They tried to forcibly recruit me into the God Slaying Hall, that’s asking for death!"
"They wanted you to join the God Slaying Hall?" Ye Gang asked, puzzled, "Could it be you have the potential to bear the Power of God Slaying?"
"That’s what they said, but it has nothing to do with me, I’m not interested!"
Ye Qingfeng replied casually.
Ye Gang laughed: "Do you know about the War God List?"
"War God List?" Ye Qingfeng shook his head, "What’s that?"
Ye Qingfeng was silent for a few seconds before speaking.
"It’s a list that ranks the top martial artists of each country. To be on it, one must have the strength of a Peak Battle King, and currently, you rank fiftieth."
Ye Gang expected Ye Qingfeng to show some happiness, but instead, Ye Qingfeng squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction.
"Fiftieth? Interesting!"
Ye Gang paused and then spoke: "The experts on this list are genuine old monsters, with more than a dozen living for hundreds of years, especially the top five, possessing power capable of shaking a nation’s core. You seem dissatisfied!"
Ye Qingfeng didn’t care; he clenched his fist as if holding the world in his hand.
Those so-called experts on the War God List, he feared none. If given the chance, he indeed would like to compete with them.
"Xiao Feng, now that you’re ranked fiftieth on the strong list, martial arts masters worldwide know you, and many will be dissatisfied. It seems that future challenges won’t be few, and those dormant Huaxia old monsters might come out of seclusion again!"
Ye Gang spoke seriously, his tone solemn.
"Coming out of seclusion is for the best. Days without opponents are dull for me too!"
Ye Qingfeng nodded, feeling more anticipation.
There are many masters in the world, and what he had seen might only be the tip of the iceberg.
That night, a shadow crept into the Yanjing Central Museum like dense fog, bypassing all layers of bulletproof glass and scanning lasers effortlessly.