My past life exposure shocked the entire internet.

No one knew how this sixteen-year-old boy could have such profound martial arts skills.

No one knew when and how he subdued the nine evil men in Jianghu, making them the lords of Shenxiao Tower and willing to be under him.

No one knew his appearance or name. People who saw him could only respectfully address him as "Master." Few people who were close to him called him "Young Master."

He really doesn't need a name.

Because his military power is enough to make thousands of people bow down to him.

It's just a name, what does it matter?
At the martial arts conference, heroes from all walks of life gathered together.

Ye Wanlan also saw a familiar face——

Lin Fanyin, Xie Linyuan, Huo Jingyu, Shui Yunqing, Yue Zheng, Xing Yun...

Except for Rong Shi who never left his house, the geniuses from the six major sects had also arrived.

Tens of thousands of people congratulated and welcomed the Lord of Shenxiao Tower to unify the world.

Ye Wanlan stood quietly in the crowd, looking up at the young man at the highest point.

Among the many people in the martial arts world, he is very young, even childish, but his aura overshadows all the elders, making it impossible to look directly at his brilliance.

Lian Ye Wanlan had never expected that the martial arts conference that she failed to see in her previous life would be played out before her one by one three hundred years later.

Although the imperial court never interferes in the affairs of the martial arts world, it is impossible for the imperial court not to send people to such a large gathering as the martial arts conference.

Ye Wanlan knew who was coming this time.

It was King Hejia of Yan, her brother.

At this time, Hejia was already eighteen years old, and his name as the God of War had already spread.

He only brought a deputy general with him, concealed his figure, and hid among the thousands of people in the world.

"Your Highness, the new leader of the martial arts world... I'm afraid he won't be content with his lot." The deputy general was a little worried. "He has killed hundreds of people at the age of sixteen, which shows that he has not yet reached his peak. Once he grows up, no one will be his rival."

He Jia, who had changed his appearance, looked quietly at the leader of the martial arts world who was two years younger than him, and suddenly laughed.

He seldom smiles and always looks cold.

Such a smile made the deputy general beside him feel a little frightened.

"There are always talented people in every generation." He Jia said calmly, "When there are no geniuses, we should be more worried."

The deputy general couldn't figure out his thoughts, so he asked tentatively: "What does your Highness mean..."

"It's a happy thing to meet a bosom friend, but it's also a happy thing to meet an opponent. I hope that one day, I can have a good fight with him." He Jia turned around, "Don't worry, Xiao Lan is here."

Ye Wanlan's heart suddenly shook.

At this time, does my brother already believe her so much?

But she died too early, too early.

After the martial arts conference ended, the master of Shenxiao Tower returned to Shenxiao Tower.

The lords discussed the matter in a lively and excited manner.

"You didn't see that the host of this post is so charming today, and thousands of people are paying homage to him. It's really refreshing!"

"I see, I see. We have finally waited for this day. No one expected that the leader of the martial arts world would be the one that I sit on."

"Those old men looked at me with disbelief, but who can blame them for not being able to beat the host?"

"It's a pity that we still haven't been able to see the real face of the host."

"We who practice magic never show our true faces to others." Upon hearing this, the owner of Shenxiao Tower smiled and said, "If someone knew our appearance, name, and date of birth, and used that to set up a formation, wouldn't we be in trouble?"

One lord was stunned: "But the Saint and the Lord..."

Yue Zheng and Xing Yun have never concealed their appearance.

"Oh, so this is the reason? It's probably because I'm more afraid of death than they are." said the Lord of Shenxiao Tower.

But his tone was so nonchalant, and there was no fear in his eyes.

Others don’t understand, but Ye Wanlan understands.

The trauma he suffered when he was three years old was so great that while he hated his enemies, he also hated himself.

He didn't want to see his own face, as it would remind him of his parents who died tragically in front of him.

So he hasn't used his real face since he was three years old.

Outsiders can only see the unparalleled grace of the owner of Shenxiao Tower, but it is lonely at the top. Ye Wanlan knows that he is lonely just like her.

At the age of sixteen, he was already a powerful figure in the martial arts world and had no rivals.

But if he were to choose, he would rather choose to be surrounded by his parents.

Fate is a ruthless blade that pushes people forward. It cannot be changed and cannot be turned back.

When everyone left, the young man stopped smiling and stood up silently.

He went to the bottomless cliff.

On the bottomless cliff, there is a tombstone——

The tomb of father Yan Wuhen and mother Su Hongxiu.

The young man placed a bundle in front of the tombstone. When he opened it, he found a human head with dried blood inside.

"Father, mother, I have avenged you. I killed the last person as well." He said in a calm voice, "This man is quite smart. When I killed the leader of the Canglang Sword Sect, he knew it was me. He actually ran away for six whole years."

No one answered, only the breeze blowing on the cliff.

He took out another jade pendant.

The quality of this jade pendant is not good. There are many impurities in it and there are also mottled marks on it, which is obviously due to its age.

But Ye Wanlan could see clearly that there were two words engraved inside the jade pendant -

Yunyin.

It turns out that the real name of the owner of Shenxiao Tower is "Yan Yunyin".

The swallows fly through the clouds without competing for the sky, they hide themselves in the world and live freely.

Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu hope that he can stay away from the disputes in the martial arts world when he grows up. Even if he does not have profound martial arts and cultivation, as long as he grows up happily and safely, it will be fine.

But unfortunately, hope is just hope.

Man proposes, God disposes. God just wants to shatter beautiful things for people to see.

Yan Yunyin and the couple Yan Wuhen and Su Hongxiu died together thirteen years ago.

Now, there is only the Lord of Shenxiao Tower.

He took off the mask he had never taken off. Under the mask was a very ordinary face that was forgotten as soon as you saw it.

Ye Wanlan knew that this was not his real face.

Sure enough, he tore off another human skin mask that was as thin as a cicada's wing.

But after two layers of disguise, it was still a fake face.

Ye Wanlan sighed softly.

The owner of Shenxiao Tower is indeed too meticulous.

The young man raised his hand, the magic was removed, and his true face finally appeared before Ye Wanlan's eyes.

"..."

Everything was silent at this moment.

Ye Wanlan could hear nothing and see nothing.

At this moment, this face is the only thing left in her world.

It was her familiar long eyebrows, familiar phoenix eyes, and familiar lip shape.

The only difference is that he still looks a bit immature at this time, and his hair is still black and has not turned white.

He has a very good appearance and is very handsome no matter what color his hair is.

He is just a little more calm with his white hair.

Ye Wanlan stood there, his eyelashes trembling.

She thought that perhaps they were all too vigilant, too proud, too cruel, and didn't trust anyone.

Princess Yongning could not recognize the owner of Shenxiao Tower, and the owner of Shenxiao Tower did not recognize Princess Yongning either.

But three hundred years later, Yan Tingfeng has always been by Ye Wanlan's side. (End of this chapter)