Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 230 - 112: Everyone Is Happy, the New Yan Yu

Chapter 230: Chapter 112: Everyone Is Happy, the New Yan Yu

When Yan Mu saw the letter, he realized that the large-scale battle between Xinghai and the Martial Artists was about to begin.

For the Emperor had begun arranging for Xinghai to lead the Dynasty’s troops to various places to take up positions and oversee each state and prefecture.

Beijiang Prefecture was just a microcosm of this.

However, over here in Beijiang Prefecture, it was not only the Divine Wood Hall.

Apart from the Divine Wood Hall, there was also the Holy Fire Palace and the Mountain Hall.

As an Inner Sect Disciple of the Divine Wood Hall, Yan Mu knew that there were many major forces in the Central Plains, but these major forces also had their small circles.

Among them, the Divine Wood Hall, Holy Fire Palace, Mountain Hall, Profound Gold Temple, and Mirror Flower Water Moon Tower were allied.

Yan Mu could not refuse this task, and since he himself also hated Xinghai, and thought about bringing some benefits to the common people, thus... he led a strong horse to the Baihua Manor to bid farewell to his uncle.

Li Yuan met with him.

They drank a pot of fine wine together.

A pot when he arrived, and a pot when they parted.

Then, Li Yuan rode his horse, accompanying him to Antelope Pass, where he clasped his fists in farewell in the autumn winds.

Returning to the manor, his heart was heavy, so he went to the banks of Silver Creek to pay his respects to Master Li, then gazed silently into the distance at the Black Market Ghost Realm, oblivious to the desolate autumn rain falling...

The west wind was bleak, and the people in the workshop hurried about in the distance.

A carriage stopped behind him, and the landlady came to his side with an oil paper umbrella, sheltering him from the rain.

Inside the carriage, Xiaozhao and Xiao Ping’an had finally learned to get along. Xiao Ping’an reached out to rub Xiaozhao’s head, saying, "Jiji, don’t cry."

The landlady said nothing, even letting Zhou Jia bring a pot of wine, accompanying Li Yuan in drinking by Master Li’s tombstone.

She was not good at drinking, and after two sips, she choked.

Li Yuan had no choice but to turn and stop her, then he wrapped his arm around the beautiful woman’s shoulder, together they crossed the tombstone, overlooking the distant Black Market Ghost Realm amidst the misty rain over the lake.

"Sister is a good person, she will be fine," said the landlady.

Li Yuan wanted to smile, but he couldn’t.

The landlady handed him the wine pot, saying, "I can’t finish it."

Li Yuan gripped the wine pot, then drank the rest of the strong wine.

...

Deep winter.

The heavy snow had yet to arrive.

The flowers bloomed in abundance.

The common people were fearful...

However, it wasn’t long before the heavy snow began to fall again.

The common people rejoiced, running into the streets and alleyways, raising their hands to catch the snow.

Upon catching it, they showed alarmed expressions.

Because...

The snow...

Was warm.

The warm snow fell from the sky, and not only did the flowers not wither, but they became even more vivid, dazzlingly bright and eerie.

On this day, Tie Sha brought Yu Chaoyin back to Baihua Manor once more.

"Ancestor, this time I really must go. The lord of the Holy Fire Palace has appeared across the river from us in Jiangbei, and I must go to meet him."

"Go then."

"From now on, Sect Leader Yu will serve you just as I have, Ancestor."

With that, Tie Sha bowed deeply to Li Yuan, memories flickering in his mind.

He vaguely remembered the many past events of the young man before him, from outer disciple to outer sect disciple, then to inner sect disciple, to elder, and then with a turn of fate becoming the Ancestor.

Tie Sha rode away on horseback, taking some trusted followers with him, departing amidst the warm snow.

...

Several days later, the Blood Saber Sect initiated the routine "Black Market Ghost Realm Boundary Survey."

This survey startled everyone.

Because the Ghost Realm had nearly completely covered all surrounding waters, to the west it had reached the boundary of the Inner City, to the south it had entered the small woods, and to the southwest... the boundary of the Ghost Realm was only ten meters away from Master Li’s tombstone.

Silver Creek Square, everyone was in panic.

But Li Yuan felt something.

On this day, he did not call for Pang Yuanhua, but instead donned a mask, wrapped himself in a cloak, and quietly went to Ghost Street.

He wandered around the vendor selling rouge and cosmetics at the entrance of Ghost Street, but the vendor was still not there.

The next day...

The third day...

The fourth day...

...

The seventh day...

He checked each day.

And at the end of the year, he returned once more.

He was about to leave, but suddenly his body shook, for he heard the sound of hawking.

"Passing by or passing through, don’t miss out, come and see, rouge and cosmetics, fair to all ages..."

He slowly turned back, seeing a grey-clad vendor selling rouge and cosmetics.

At that instant, his pupils contracted, a flame rose in his eyes, and he raised his hand to grip the hilt of the Dragon Blade Spear in his sleeve, wanting desperately to immediately slay the vendor.

But slowly he loosened his fingers, taking a long look at the vendor before turning to leave.

Yet he had not gone far when he heard the vendor’s laughter behind him: "Brother Yuan, you’ve come all this way, won’t you buy a box of rouge and cosmetics for your wife?"

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Note: Peach Blossom Pastry admits a mistake. Recently, in a rush, the storyteller hastily thrust various narrative threads without the leisurely unfolding, transitioning, and "you sing, I come on stage" structure. Additionally, some information which is temporarily and subsequently unrelated to the story was randomly thrown in. But as it turns out, the story must be told unhurriedly, and trying to manage everything will only cause mishaps. Going forward, Peach Blossom Pastry will not be impatient, and will strive to tell the story well, hoping to bring the readers a bit of joy...