With three supreme masters, they were invincible upon descending the mountain.

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Ye Yaocheng was already meditating cross-legged in the woods behind the Ji family's house.

He doesn't have a heaven-defying system like Ji Mingyue, and his Supreme Bone was taken away long ago. His current strength is entirely due to eight years of arduous cultivation, step by step.

Of course, the complete imparting of knowledge by the three master teachers was also crucial.

The morning breeze was cool and carried the fresh scent of grass and trees.

Ye Yaocheng closed his eyes and concentrated, with a faint white true energy circulating around his body, like a thin mist.

He was absorbing the "morning glow" of heaven and earth, a secret method taught by his master, which has miraculous effects on stabilizing one's origin and cultivation.

After finishing his cultivation, Ye Yaocheng slowly opened his eyes, his face full of helplessness.

"The depletion of our fundamental resources is getting more and more serious."

He felt the life force within him waning day by day, his brow furrowed: "If we can't find a solution soon, we might not even last six months."

He sighed.

There's no rush with Ji Mingyue's side. The harmony of Yin and Yang requires the willingness of both parties to achieve the perfect effect. Forcing it will only backfire and be completely useless.

As for clues about the Supreme Bone, they are even more scarce.

"We can only take it one step at a time."

He stood up and patted the dew off his clothes: "When that day comes, it's just fate."

The only thing I feel sorry for is the kindness of my three masters in nurturing me over the past eight years.

After a quick breakfast, Ye Yaocheng went out to continue his debt collection mission.

I had just stepped out of the villa area when my phone rang.

Caller ID: Jiang Wanyu.

Ye Yaocheng connected:

"Feed?"

"Ye Yaocheng!"

Jiang Wanyu's urgent voice came from the other end of the phone, trembling with tears:

"A group of people stormed into my house! My mom tried to stop them, but they...they..."

He hadn't finished speaking.

A rough male voice interrupted: "So you were hiding here!"

Then came a sharp "snap," like the phone being snatched away.

Then--

"Bang! Crash—!"

The sounds of smashing, women screaming, and chaotic noise.

"Jiang Wanyu? Jiang Wanyu!"

Ye Yaocheng shouted into the phone.

A few seconds later.

The male voice rang out again, this time directed into the microphone: "You must be Ye Yaocheng?"

His voice was hoarse and tinged with mockery.

"It's me." Ye Yaocheng's voice turned cold. "Release them, mother and daughter. What kind of skill is it to bully women?"

"Release them?"

The man chuckled strangely, "Sure, there's a wasteland in the west of the city, you know?"

"Come on if you dare, and remember, be quick!"

The man paused, his tone turning sinister: "You're too late... I can't guarantee what will happen."

"Beep—beep—"

The call was immediately disconnected.

Ye Yaocheng stared at his phone screen, his brows furrowed.

This might be aimed at him.

He thought of the short-haired youth he had met that morning, but something felt off. The youth had an air of righteousness about him and didn't seem like the kind of person who would commit kidnapping.

In any case, let's not rush to the west of the city.

Ye Yaocheng turned around and hailed a taxi: "Driver, Old Town, 'Lao Jiang Ramen'."

He's not a fool; he wouldn't just go wherever the other party tells him to. That would be suicide.

Let's go to the scene first; maybe we'll find some clues.

Ten minutes later.

The taxi was parked at the entrance of an alley in the old town.

Ye Yaocheng got out of the car and walked quickly towards the noodle shop.

From dozens of meters away, he saw that the shop door had been smashed and glass shards were scattered all over the ground.

Tables and chairs were overturned, and bowls and plates were shattered.

The customer comments posted on the wall were torn to shreds.

The entire store looked like it had been swept by a typhoon, a complete mess.

Ye Yaocheng's eyes turned cold.

He was about to walk inside when suddenly!

A strong gust of wind came from behind!

Fast! Ruthless! Accurate!

A direct strike to the back of the heart!

Ye Yaocheng didn't turn his head, but slightly turned his body to the side.

At the same time, clench your right fist and punch it backward!

"Bang--!!"

Fists collided!

The shockwave exploded!

The figure who launched the sneak attack was sent flying backward, crashing into the opposite wall with a loud bang!

It was that young man with the buzz cut.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at Ye Yaocheng, a trickle of blood oozing from the corner of his mouth.

"explain!"

He roared hoarsely, "Where did you hide my young lady?!"

"Miss?"

Ye Yaocheng immediately understood that he must be referring to Jiang Wanyu.

"I'm here to save her."

Ye Yaocheng said calmly, "Someone just called and told me to go to the wasteland in the west of the city. Believe it or not."

The crew-cut youth struggled to his feet, his eyes wary: "You're very strong, why should I trust you?"

"idiot."

Ye Yaocheng, too lazy to waste words, said, "If I'm not mistaken, you must come from some powerful force, right?"

He pointed to the alley entrance: "There are no security cameras around here? Can't you check the footage? Why are you wasting your time arguing with me?"

The young man with the buzz cut was taken aback.

Yup!

He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed a number: "Immediately retrieve all surveillance footage from the vicinity of the lady's house! Find all suspicious individuals! Hurry!"

Half an hour later.

My phone vibrated.

A surveillance video was transmitted.

In the video, a dozen thugs wielding sticks rush into the noodle shop and smash everything in sight.

Jiang Lihua tried to stop him, but was slapped to the ground.

Jiang Wanyu ran out of the kitchen, but was also held down by two thugs.

Then, the two were stuffed into sacks and carried onto a van.

The license plate was deliberately obscured.

But the faces of a few thugs were captured very clearly in the photos.

One of them was Green Hair!

He's the thug who caused trouble at the noodle shop before and was taught a lesson by him.

Ye Yaocheng's eyes turned cold.

"Do you understand now?"

Ye Yaocheng looked at the young man with the buzz cut: "The target is Jiang Wanyu, but it could also be me."

He turned and left, saying, "I'm going to the west of the city. If you want to come along, then follow me."

The young man with the buzz cut gritted his teeth and quickly followed.

In the wasteland west of the city, inside an abandoned building, the walls are mottled and the windows are broken.

On the third floor, in an empty room.

Green Hair looked at the burly, bearded middle-aged man by the window with a worried expression.

"Tiger Brother..."

He whispered, "That kid's really good at fighting. Are we really that many people?"

"Snapped!"

Li Hu turned around and kicked Green Hair to the ground!

"waste!"

He spat: "Boosting the enemy's morale while diminishing our own!"

He patted his chest, and his fleshy face trembled.

"No matter how good that kid is at fighting, he's just an ordinary person! I'm a fourth-level Qi Refining martial artist! What can he possibly use to fight me?"

"Yes, yes, Tiger is awesome!" Green Hair quickly got up and flattered him.

"Besides—"

Li Hu lit a cigarette, squinting, "The sect leader's been here on business lately. If anything comes up, can't we just talk to him?"

Green Hair's eyes lit up: "Could it be... one of the three hall masters of the Black Dragon Society, Hall Master Saitama?"

"At least you have some brains."

Li Hu nodded.

Green Hair was completely relieved.

Hall Master Saitama!

One of the three hall masters of the Black Dragon Society, his strength is unfathomable, and it is said that he was already a master of the seventh level of Qi Refining.

Dealing with Ye Yaocheng would be a piece of cake.

"Tiger, what should we do with those two women?"

Green Hair leaned closer and whispered.

Li Hu turned his head and looked at the corner of the room.

Jiang Wanyu and Jiang Lihua were tied up tightly, and their mouths were gagged with strips of cloth.

Jiang Wanyu struggled desperately, her eyes bloodshot.

Li Hu's gaze swept over her, lingering particularly long on her chest, waist, and thighs.

His gaze grew increasingly intense.

"Let me know when that kid arrives."

He licked his lips: "I need to take care of some important business first."

"clear!"

Green Hair understood and retreated to the door with a lewd look on his face.

Li Hu walked up to Jiang Wanyu and squatted down.

"Little girl, you've got quite a personality."

He reached out and ripped the gag out of her mouth: "But I like it."

"Pooh!"

Jiang Wanyu spat in his face: "Ye Yaocheng won't let you get away with this!"

"Ye Yaocheng?"

Li Hu laughed and wiped his face with his sleeve: "I have more than twenty brothers under my command, and the hall master is nearby. I can call over a hundred people over at any time."

He leaned closer, his tone dismissive: "What can your Ye Yaocheng use to fight?"

"What good is being able to fight? When you're out in the world, you need connections and influence!"

"He doesn't have it, and neither do you. No one can save you today."

After saying that, he began to untie the ropes binding Jiang Wanyu.

But what made him furious was that the rope was tied too tightly and was also very complicated.

It took Li Hu a long time to completely unravel it.

Jiang Wanyu wanted to resist, but she had been tied up for too long and her hands and feet were numb, so she couldn't exert any strength at all.

"Little brat, grandpa's here."

Li Hu looked at her clothes, disheveled from her struggle, revealing large expanses of snow-white skin, and his breathing became heavy.

He reached out and tried to pull at her clothes.

Jiang Wanyu closed her eyes, and tears streamed down her face.

"Ye Yaocheng..." she murmured to herself, "I'm sorry..."

Just then—

"boom--!!"

A loud bang came from downstairs!

The whole building shook!

Li Hu froze.

"Tiger Brother! Tiger Brother!"

Green Hair scrambled in, his face deathly pale: "He...he's here!"

"Who?"

"Ye Yaocheng! He...he tore down the main door on the first floor!"

Li Hu's expression changed.

He glanced at Jiang Wanyu, gritted his teeth, and said, "Let's go! Deal with that kid first!"

He turned and rushed out of the room.

Green Hair quickly followed.

In the room, only Jiang Wanyu and the unconscious Jiang Lihua remained.

Jiang Wanyu opened her eyes and listened to the sounds of fighting and screams coming from downstairs.

Tears flowed uncontrollably.