Chapter 2674: The Pursuer Can Be Tracked

Facing immense pressure, and with the young man who was clearly of extraordinary origin having already spoken to persuade for harmony, he was still able to retreat. The distant outcome was still fermenting, but the near outcome was already in sight.

He should make his move today!

Everyone spoke of her icy skin and jade bones, envying her to the point of exhaustion. Hearing about it a hundred times was no match for seeing it once.

“Young Master!” Suddenly, an untimely voice rang out from outside the building, interrupting the eldest Young Master Yin’s wandering thoughts.

He truly deserved to die; his work and contemplation were completely disrupted!

Speaking of the Yin residence manager, he quickly stepped inside the building: "Young Master! The eldest Young Master is looking for you!"

The Yin family servant who had been instructed by Yin Wenyong to quickly report the news rushed in and nearly collided with him.

For Yin Wenyong, who was about to participate in next year’s Yellow River Meeting, there was only one “Eldest Young Master” in the entire world, and that was his cousin, Yin Wenhua.

But at this moment, with a beauty in front of him, everything else had to take a backseat. He waved his hand: "Tell my brother that I have an important matter to attend to right now. I'll go back to find him after I'm finished. Yong will explain the situation here to you."

"This..." The manager hesitated: "The Eldest Young Master said to come back immediately after getting the news."

“Am I the Young Master? Am I the Young Master or not?!” Yin Wenyong was impatient: "Don't you understand what I'm saying?"

The plump Yin residence manager stood there with his head lowered, repeatedly apologizing, but still didn't leave.

Yin Wenyong forcefully suppressed his anger: "What if I go back an hour or half an hour late?"

"If you don't go back immediately, he'll break your leg." The manager timidly repeated, then added: "These are the Eldest Young Master's exact words."

He added again: "The third leg."

"A joke! Would I be afraid of this threat? Do you think I, the little overlord of Shangqiu, am made of mud?" Yin Wenyong let out a cold laugh: "But then again. My brother must have a reason for looking for me; it can't be without purpose... Alright then! I'll go see him."

The Yin residence manager suddenly blinked, and the Young Master's figure had already disappeared.

Only the graceful figure of Miss Qiong Zhi was still slowly walking upstairs in the building.

A frosty beauty like her would naturally never bend to keep anyone. The glance she gave today was already a rare flicker of interest.

“Let’s go!” Yin Wenyong's voice was already ringing outside the building: "Nothing in the world is more important than my brother. I wish I could fly over the restrictions—hurry, quickly drive the carriage."

The Yin family carriage was indeed unhindered in Shangqiu city.

The carriage wheels almost flew.

However, after arriving at the courtyard, Yin Wenyong’s life suddenly became vastly different.

As soon as he entered the quiet room, his exceptionally talented cousin immediately got to the point.

Although his words weren't truly cold as iron blades, he would rather have been slapped!

"The Yellow River Meeting, I don't need to go... What does that mean?" Yin Wenyong's face was filled with disbelief. Trapped in the demeanor of a noble son, he bared his teeth and claws, yet his facial skin wrinkled.

In the quiet room with mountain and water paintings hanging as curtains, Yin Wenhua sat calmly on a cushion. Sword energy wound around the heaven court, a thread seeping into his brow, like a dragon hiding in an abyss entering a mustard seed.

"You understand this meaning," he said without emotion.

Yin Wenyong and Yin Wenhua had a considerable age gap. From a young age, Yin Wenyong had to take him as his goal. All the elders' expectations for him were "the second Yin Wenhua," everything was benchmarked against Yin Wenhua.

If he didn't accomplish in thirteen years what Yin Wenhua accomplished at thirteen, he would be thoroughly scolded as a waste, not even considered a person.

Year after year, the gap seemed insurmountable. Regarding this cousin, it was hard to say whether it was more reverence or more fear.

But under this news, it completely exceeded his acceptable range, making him for the first time stand face-to-face before the insurmountable high mountain that was his cousin, spitting words like swords, fiercely questioning: "By what right?!"

"Damn it—sorry. But by what right?!"

He no longer had the composure of the young master in the Three Points Fragrance Building. His speech was chaotic: "In the entire Yin family, who can compare with me? Who can take my spot? Who can make it into the main matches? Who can come out without fearing losing face for the Song country?!”

"You can make it into the main matches?" Yin Wenhua's gaze swept over him.

Yin Wenyong’s expression froze. He thought of the young man who had pushed the outer building with his sword in the Three Points Fragrance Building just now, he thought of those few absolute young talents among the thirty-six seats on the first day of the Chao Wen Dao Heaven Palace list, he thought of too many...

He naturally had absolutely no possibility of competing for the top spot, and even making it into the main matches wasn't a certainty.

The Yellow River Meeting was a gathering of the world's most talented individuals. Every person standing on the world stage was a dragon or phoenix among those leading a region.

He finally gritted his teeth and said: "At least I can stand up, I have a chance to win a few matches, plus—"

"Plus I'll consume my cultivation to pass on my sword heart to you, to sharpen your heaven mark?" Yin Wenhua asked.

Yin Wenyong gritted his teeth: "If you are not willing—"

Yin Wenhua ended the dispute with one sentence: "The person replacing you can win the top spot."

“Win the top spot, ha, win the top spot...”

Yin Wenyong sat down muttering, then suddenly stood up again: "Damn it, win the top spot?"

"Where are you going to find a wild person? Do you think you can just catch a Jiang Wang casually?"

"You people who already have everything, high above controlling this country, you big fools!"

He roared: "Do you think this is Linzi? Can you keep that kind of talent, that hasn't appeared in a thousand years, to fight for you?!"

"I understand your mood. Say some nonsensical things in this room, I won't hold it against you." Yin Wenhua looked at him indifferently: "Outside this room, you must remember who you are and what your surname is."

That gaze was actually calm, yet it was like ice water poured over his head, soaking his soul.

Yin Wenyong froze on the spot. After a while of silence, he slowly recovered his strength, only then feeling the piercing cold.

After all, he was the new talent in the Shangqiu Yin family, on whom they placed great hopes. He forced a self-mocking smile, then regained his composure.

"I cannot resent," he said.

"If I had the strength to win the top spot, no one could suppress me."

"If I had the ability to compete in the outer building realm, I could also seize another spot."

"It's precisely because I can't do it that I can't keep it."

"The Yellow River Meeting participation spot is for the country to strive for honor."

He lowered his eyes and stood quietly: "I am not strong enough, that is my fault, what else is there to say!"

"Whether you truly think so or not, the fact that you can say so is worth cultivating further." Yin Wenhua's expression was indifferent: "The Learning Sea quota at the end of the year, I will secure one for you. This is not because you are my younger brother, Yin Wenyong, this is my bet on your future."

"Thank you, brother." Yin Wenyong bowed deeply, then intended to leave.

"Don't you want to know that person's name?" Yin Wenhua asked.

"Whether I know him or not cannot change the outcome of the matter." Yin Wenyong sighed softly: "My jealousy is born in vain with nowhere to belong, how ugly my face must be! Does brother want to see me in an even uglier state?"

"He is a Chen family person," Yin Wenhua said.

“I’ve never heard of any genius in this generation of the Chen family,” Yin Wenyong raised an eyebrow.

The state and families of the Song country were nothing more than three surnames.

The Emperor’s surname was Zhao, and then there were the Yin and Chen families.

This person should be from elsewhere, not the Chen family!

How could his cousin accept this matter? How could the Yin family accept this matter?

"They say he is Chen Siwu's illegitimate son, a romantic debt that flowed outside," Yin Wenhua said while continuously refining his sword threads.

Yin Wenyong’s face finally showed a smile: "I am indeed not as capable as others, but my brother is not inferior to Chen Siwu."

How could Yin Wenhua let that identity on the other side be real? Chen Siwu had spent the first thirty years of his life cultivating pure Yang skills!

That person had suppressed his desires for several decades, only to shock people at the Yellow River Meeting, but later became merely a backdrop for Li Yiheng's sword.

He could still laugh about it!

Yin Wenhua, however, remained unperturbed: "Chen Siwu will soon reach the Cave True realm."

"Soon?!" Yin Wenyong was greatly surprised.

"He has already definitively touched the threshold of the Cave True realm, just waiting for the day he pushes the door open, perhaps in three to five years, perhaps in three to five decades, but it is already inevitable that he can walk through. At worst, he can borrow from the accumulation of peeking at the world in the Cave Heaven realm to supplement the last few steps—he is a person who is definitely capable of helping to raise the luck of the Great Song country."

Yin Wenhua said: "I still can't see the Cave True realm. This is the gap."

He calmly stated the gap, then shook his head: "I once ascended the world stage, only performing four swords out of the twenty-four solar terms, and was killed in the elimination match by Da Mu Wang Fu. I once sailed the Learning Sea, they said I shone brightly, but on the brocade list of one volume, I did not enter the top three."

"How big is the world, how many talented individuals there are! Sitting and looking at the sky from the bottom of a well, there's still a flood dragon hiding in the well."

Speaking here, he laughed: "It's not just you who is not as capable as others."

Not as capable today, forever not as capable?

Forever not as capable, forever stuck in yesterday?

Yin Wenyong was always so tired of chasing!

The same origin, the same bloodline, similar talent, even a more rigorous cultivation method...

He didn't understand what he was still lacking.

But today, he seemed to have a bit of a feeling.

"Brother," He bowed solemnly to Yin Wenhua: "From today on, I will leave the country! Abandoning my family and surname, I will journey ten thousand li away."

He wanted to abandon all of this, to not need anyone to recognize him, to be able to leave at any time with good wind and sun.

He just felt that Yin Wenhua would understand him. Just as he finally felt today that he understood this cousin of his.

"For what reason?" Yin Wenhua asked without surprise.

Wenyong straightened up: "Jiang Gelao hosts the Yellow River Meeting, it does not restrict comers from the world."

"All rivers gather to the sea, I too come from the world."

"I will, with my personal identity, start from the preliminary matches, to win a chance for myself."

"Next year at the View River Platform... Brother should be there, listen to my sword sound."

He finally bowed again, then turned to leave.

That Learning Sea quota, family support, all of it, like the embroidered outer garment with his name on it, was casually thrown behind him.

And Yin Wenhua's voice chased after him: "His name is... Chen Yanxun!"

Walking into the courtyard, the sunlight was dazzling.

Wenyong knew this was a name destined to stun the world, calling to him from a distant, unreachable place.

He abandoned his surname to chase.

The person left, but the building was not empty.

Joyful songs permeated Hundred Flowers Street, and rouge was red inside the Fragrance Building.

Cheng Fengxiang’s envoy’s impromptu performance was already over. With a human-shaped deep pit, he won a laugh from the guests.

And then the silk and bamboo music rose, cups clinked. They strived to maintain every relationship that was useful to the Three Points Fragrance Building.

Old Quan cupped his hands everywhere, welcomed with a smiling face everywhere, nodded and bowed everywhere: "The motto of our Three Points Fragrance Building is to ensure safety and let every guest enjoy happiness..."

As a turtle, he didn't have the right to say maintain customers, only to wish everyone happy.

When people meet happy matters, there is less to calculate. Shout grandfather, don't blame neglect.

"Why not eat him."

Although the songs and dances were noisy, this was a corner no one noticed. All gazes, upon falling here, would quickly skim over. A young person with their hair in a bun sat down as if nothing had happened, their tone light as if asking what was for breakfast.

A drowsy old yellow dog, with drooping eyelids, its gaze skimmed over the smiling face of that turtle pile in the distance.

A person who was truly too low and too ugly, yet always liked to pack up the leftovers in the building, bringing them home like treasures, taking out that dirty, greasy oil paper wrap from his bosom as if he were holding agate and jade.

Still endlessly asking if his heart was open, if he liked it or not, having worked in a brothel for so long, treating himself as a customer! He wouldn't be content until the old dog wagged its tail, only then could his heart be full and his mouth closed.

He was too much of a nuisance to the dog.

"The meat is too spoiled," it turned its head away disdainfully.

"A little white flower in a stinky mud pond, true emotion in the realm of wind and moon." The young man was born with red lips and white teeth, somewhat feminine in appearance, his expression innocent, his words filled with a sigh: "Truly beautiful!"

He turned his head: "You say these non-existent things are precious because of what?"

"Because they don't exist," the old yellow dog said.

"The most intimate contact, the most dirty emotions, all appear here." The young man smiled, summarizing: "I like it here."

"Sometimes I also feel not bad!" The old yellow dog said.

The dog just lay on the ground, so the person naturally also sat on the ground. The young man propped his chin with his hand, casually sizing up the men and women. Casually asking: "Is she still good?"

The old yellow dog perked up and laughed mischievously: "Suddenly replaced by Miss Qiong Zhi, she shouldn't be doing too well. She's like Xiang Ling'er, that type, in love with an old woman's innocence. She wants to kill Xiang Ling'er, or be killed by Xiang Ling'er."

The bun-headed young man offered no comment, only saying: "Newborn is not easy, watch over her, don't let her fall ill."

"That's if I can watch over her!" The old yellow dog cried bitterly: "You don't even know—"

"You can do anything to her," the bun-headed young man said: "I only want results."

The old yellow dog rolled its white eyes, counting that as an admission.

The dog's ear twitched, and it suddenly asked again: "How about that young man just now? Will he become your strong enemy at next year's View River Platform?"

"Excellent education, great resources, good nature," the bun-headed young man commented lightly, then patted his backside and stood up.

"Let's go!" he said.

"Not going to chat with that ice-skinned, jade-boned beauty?" The old yellow dog turned its head to look at him, teasingly asking.

The bun-headed young man didn't turn back, but his voice was still frivolous and unrestrained: "There's a chance, I'm not even fifteen yet!"

His footsteps lightly merged into the crowd, like a young butterfly fluttering on a spring day.

"Next year at fifteen, sword points at Qiong Zhi!" The old yellow dog barked from behind.

Of course, in other people's ears, it was just two lazy sounds of "Woof".

"This lazy dog, not even willing to bark loudly," a passing girl said with a laughing scold.

The person hugging her grinned: "You're willing to bark, that's enough!"

Silk and bamboo lingered, and green smoke curled.

"Hey, hey, hey, this guest, some face unfamiliar, excuse me! Your rouge card, I wonder if it's convenient to display?"

"My surname is Chen. Put it on the account."

Someone on the road stopped the bun-headed young man. He bounced out of the Fragrance Building like a steamed bun.