"You... did very well..."
When these short five words drifted into his ears, Yanagawa Masao felt a deep sense of fear and despair within his soul.
As if realizing something, his expression changed drastically, and he suddenly looked up at the other person.
The young face was expressionless, appearing rigid and dull, and within those deep, dim eyes seemed to flicker a hint of mockery and a ruthless, cold smile.
"You..." Yanagawa Masao’s eyes widened in terror, but as he began to speak, he found he could not make a sound.
In panic, he clutched at his throat and frantically stood up.
However, his body did not respond to his consciousness. He only shuddered slightly and did not manage to stand up or move at all.
The crippling fear of being unable to speak did not subside, and soon there was only a profound sense of suffocation.
Yanagawa Masao looked in terror at the man standing before him, as his deep eyes began to fill with blood, his pupils dilating more and more.
His heartbeat was accelerating, and then, suddenly, it stopped.
The body, though aged, was filled with powerful energy and gradually stiffened; accompanied by a series of cracking sounds, the uncontrollable True Essence Power dissipated.
Yet, there was still a glint in Yanagawa Masao’s eyes.
The young face was looking directly at Yanagawa Masao, those clear eyes staring intently into Yanagawa Masao’s eyes.
Under the gaze of those eyes, the luster in Yanagawa Masao’s eyes faded away, and a moment after his body died, the soul of the current Clan Leader of the Liu Chuan family also extinguished from this world.
After a moment, the young man looked up towards the outside of the building.
The early morning light was breaking, and the dark red sunlight shone through the window into the room; as the young man moved his feet, a ray of sunlight fell upon his face.
This was a very handsome and young Eastern face.
Facing the morning light, he slightly closed his eyes, but a radiant smile slowly appeared on his face.
Outside the wooden building, Yanagawa Yoshi and the other ninjas who had been guarding for seven days and nights suddenly felt an inexplicable palpitation.
As they all suddenly looked up, they saw the tightly closed door of the wooden building slowly open.
The sunlight fell upon the figure of a young man.
Seeing this young person, Yanagawa Yoshi felt a chill in his heart. His gaze quickly swept over the young man and looked into the room behind him.
"The Liu Chuan family’s merit is immeasurable; I grant your Liu Chuan family a thousand years of prosperity!" the young man said indifferently, his gaze sweeping over Yanagawa Yoshi and the others.
As his words fell on their ears, Yanagawa Yoshi and the others felt the young man’s voice unchanged, yet a sense of inexplicable antiquity arose deep inside them.
It felt as if the voice had some kind of magic, like a divine promise from the gods in Japanese mythology, making them trust implicitly without a doubt in their hearts.
"Thank you... great... sir," Yanagawa Yoshi was the first to recover, saying loudly.
"Thank you, great sir!"
The ninjas of the Liu Chuan family also began to speak one after another.
To them, following their leader and obeying his orders was their sworn duty.
At the entrance to the villa, an old man who was reading a magazine inside the sentry booth suddenly had a glint in his eyes. In a flash, he leapt out of the window that was opened just a crack, leaving behind several afterimages before vanishing from Yamamoto Lov’s sight, entering into the villa.
Yamamoto Lov’s eyelids twitched, and he immediately jumped out of the car and followed.
In front of the villa, before the wooden building.
As Yanagawa Yoshi and the others knelt in thanks, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared.
This person was the old man who had been in the sentry booth.
After appearing, he fixed his piercing gaze directly on the young man.
The young man slowly raised his head, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as he looked at the old man with a calm gaze.
In the moment of their eye contact, the old man who had been at the sentry post felt a chill in his heart and an inexplicable sense of fear, prompting a feeling of submission to rise within him.
He still watched the young man’s eyes warily and said, "Who... are you?"
The young man’s gaze fell on the old man, but he did not answer.
However, the elder only felt the other’s eyes become more and more terrifying.
The sense of inexplicable fear rising from deep within his soul grew stronger and stronger.
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His heartbeat sped up dramatically as if it would explode any moment now, overwhelming him with a profound sense of dread.
Finally, unable to bear this nameless oppression, the old man fell to the ground with a thud: "Yanagawa Yoshi pays his respects to the great one!"
At this moment, Yanagawa Yoshi had no doubts in his heart.
He had seen that boy when he was first brought back; while he always held suspicions about the matter, his brother firmly believed in it, convinced that it would surely succeed.
Now, the eyes of the youngster before him were too terrifying, and he emanated an inexplicable aura of pressure that definitely was not something a minor member of the Overseas Sun Family could possess.
Hence, the youngster before him was no longer the one named Sun Xingyu who was brought back three months ago.
He had inherited the Divine Soul of an old ancestor from the Yamamoto family and had become the Guardian God of that great person.
Indeed, the young man before him was Sun Xingyu.
Three months ago, when his family was met with catastrophe, he was utterly disappointed with his father and brothers. Facing the debt collection from Yang Fei and Wang Lei, although he felt guilty, he had no intention of leaving it to fate.
He had secretly made contact with the Japanese Martial Artist who had shown goodwill toward him in previous years, agreeing to join the Japan Force.
Even though he didn’t understand why this Japanese Force insisted on having him join, to the extent of paying a great price to bring him back to Japan, he had no other options left.
The future heir of the Sun Family was his elder brother; his father and the other elder members of the family treated him like a pawn, and his former good brothers had come to collect debts from him; he was left with no choice.
So, he decisively chose to collaborate with the Japan Force.
For months, he had been staying in this villa, cultivating his Sea of Consciousness and honing his will according to the mnemonic passed on to him by Yanagawa Masao.
Just a few days ago, a frightfully powerful and haggard old man suddenly appeared. With just one look, Sun Xingyu felt as though his Divine Soul had been captured, leaving him spiritless and dispirited.
Afterward, his head throbbed as if it would split apart, countless foreign memories and information rushed madly into his mind.
Amidst his terror, he thought of a legend in the Divine Continent’s Cultivation Realm.
So these Japanese had sought him out for Body Seizing.
But there were so many Cultivators in the world, why did they specifically choose him?
Wouldn’t it be better to take over a family member’s body, ensuring the continuation of both soul and bloodline? Why seek out an outsider, especially a Cultivator from the Divine Continent with Yanhuang blood flowing in his veins?
Sun Xingyu couldn’t figure it out, but the pain that followed prevented him from thinking about it; instinctively, he resisted.
However, that consciousness, filled with vast amounts of information and memories, was too powerful, causing him to lose his self-awareness and faint several times.
After enduring countless cycles of torment akin to dying and coming back to life, when a fully-formed consciousness emerged in his mind, when his own consciousness was about to be completely extinguished in the Sea of Consciousness, Sun Xingyu felt an unprecedented sense of humiliation and injustice. He was unwilling!
Why must all his efforts go unnoticed and the family’s legacy be passed to his brother?
Why, when he did not fight and simply desired a peaceful and prosperous life for his mother and sister, his brother still refused to let him go?
Why, when he just wanted to live and seek a sanctuary, did these Japanese insist on Body Seizing him and occupying his Body?
My life, Sun Xingyu’s life, will be determined by me, and the future path, I will walk it myself!
No one else shall continue to dictate Sun Xingyu’s life!