My Journey to Immortality Begins with Hunting-Chapter 063 – Gaining the Upper Hand

Before long, the Ginger Tavern was visited by two cloaked figures. Yet the door and windows remained firmly shut, as if the establishment had already closed for the night. Through a narrow gap, however, someone could be seen peering outside...

Li Yuan pulled his hood back slightly and called out for the proprietress. Recognizing him immediately, someone inside quickly cracked the door open just enough and quietly beckoned, “Come in, come in.”

Leading Yan Yu inside, Li Yuan found the main hall already teeming with people—men and women alike, clutching makeshift weapons and nervously watching the entrance. Among them were the restaurant’s bodyguards, staff, and even tea girls from Full Moon Teahouse..

“Auntie Wang! Xiao Sheng! Niu Niu?” Li Yuan called, spotting a small family huddled in a corner. Relief washed over his face; he had been worried about them and never expected to see them here.

“Master, Madam!” Auntie Wang hurried over with the two little ones. She bowed and quickly added, “Madam told me that if I ever got into trouble, I should head straight to either the Ginger Tavern or Full Moon Teahouse.

“That day, when you both went to Moon Creek Heights, I took the kids out to buy groceries. Suddenly, chaos broke out on the streets, and remembering Madam’s words, I rushed here. Later, I overheard that the proprietress was with you both, and since neither had returned, I didn’t dare go back home. So I stayed here, waiting safely.”

“That’s good, that’s good,” Li Yuan murmured, feeling yet another worry ease away.

Across the room, one of the tea girls spotted Yan Yu and cheerfully called out, “Yan Yu!”

Yan Yu turned toward the voice, dabbed the corner of her eye, and replied, “Xiao Hong! I’m so glad you’re alright!”

Meanwhile, when the bodyguards and staff caught sight of Li Yuan’s distinctive long blade, stained with fresh blood, they all felt reassured and saluted him enthusiastically.

“Greetings, Young Master Li!”

“Young Master Li.”

“With you here, we all feel much safer.”

Even Manager Wu was present. Gazing at the impressive figure of Li Yuan and recalling events from months ago, he couldn’t help but feel moved. Stepping forward, he called out, “Li Yuan!”

“Ah, it’s Manager Wu! Haha,” Li Yuan replied with a courteous bow.

Manager Wu waved his hand repeatedly. “Oh, please. Don’t be so kind. You’re too flattering!”

Surrounded by familiar faces, the atmosphere lightened noticeably.

Just then, footsteps echoed up the stairs. Descending in a flowing white gauze top paired with a red skirt was the proprietress.

Spotting the troubled look on Yan Yu’s face, she rushed over, took her hand, and asked, “What’s wrong?”

Yan Yu explained the situation, and a heavy silence fell over the room.

Someone sighed, “It’s been ages since Silver Creek has seen trouble like this.”

Another voice added, “It should all be over by now. I heard that our Blood Blade Sect prevailed, and that someone from the Wei Family tried to ambush Li Yuan no doubt in revenge. Unable to stand against our elders, they aimed to cut off our rising talent.”

Then, in a trembling voice, someone said, “Yesterday...yesterday, I was at the window and heard people say that Zhao Zimu was killed. His head was hung on the gate of Silver Creek.”

“Eh? How come I hadn’t heard?”

“Wasn’t it taken down quickly? I did hear something, but I’m not sure...”

Li Yuan listened silently to the chatter among the bodyguards, staff, and tea girls. Inside, a mix of fear and anger churned within him. Those rabid dogs of the Wei Family, unable to best the elders, had turned on their juniors. What was this mess?

Recalling the earlier events, a chill of dread still gnawed at him. If his strength were truly comparable to Zhao Zimu’s, that narrow alley would have become the tomb for both him and Yan Yu. Clenching his fist, he steeled himself.

Just then, footsteps approached from nearby. A fresh-faced girl appeared, balancing a tray that held a clear crystal teapot filled with pale reddish tea.

“Here’s your perilla tea,” she called out timidly.

Yan Yu quickly rose to take the tray. “Thank you. I’ve got it,” she said, then smiled and added, “Do we have any extra teacups? Let everyone have a sip!”

The nearby bodyguards and attendants began to chime in.

“We’ve already had ours,” one said.

Another added, “Madam, you and your husband should drink together.”

“Madam?” Yan Yu blinked in confusion.

Li Yuan glanced around, curious to catch who’d said that, but after a brief reminder, everyone quickly switched their terms. Even the tea girls who had just called her now followed suit and said “Madam.”

After all, Li Yuan was now Young Master Li, so Yan Yu required a suitable title herself.

Not far off, the proprietress noticed Yan Yu’s bewildered look. Covering her mouth with a playful laugh, she joined Yan Yu on a long bench and said, “Just settle in and embrace your new title as Madam.

“This turmoil has been going on for three or four days now. It won’t last forever. Once it’s over, you’ll move right into the heart of Silver Creek. Living there, you’ll truly be the lady calling the shots around here!”

Yan Yu protested softly, “Bis Sis, even you’re laughing at me too?”

The proprietress chuckle., “Let’s call each other by our own titles. You can still call me Big Sis, and I’ll call you Madam.”

Their lighthearted banter eased the earlier tension considerably.

As the minutes slipped by, evening arrived. The cook prepared a few dishes while the staff rearranged the rooms. Everyone took turns on watch—some guarding the door, others manning the windows—each clutching a weapon, ever alert for intruders.

Having reached the eighth rank, Li Yuan wasn’t nearly as exhausted; his recovery had been remarkably swift.

Instead of sleeping, he rested his long blade against the restaurant’s main hall. Anyone moving about could spot him, and even with his eyes closed, his senses seemed to pervade the entire building.

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In no time at all, three days passed. Throughout this period, Li Yuan and Yan Yu remained at the restaurant, venturing nowhere.

During that time, the establishment had to weather a few encounters—robbers, refugees, and opportunistic martial artists looking to take advantage of the chaos. But aside from that, all was quiet.

Then, three days later, a swift horse galloped from one end of the street to the other, its pounding hooves echoing far and wide.

“The Wei Family is finished!”

“Order in Silver Creek has been restored!”

“Everyone, feel free to come out and resume your business!”

Soon after, squads of armored guards began patrolling the streets and alleys. The clashing of their metal plates instilled a reassuring sense of security in everyone.

At first, hardly anyone emerged. Most were content to watch from afar. But by the afternoon, the streets slowly filled with people.

Even the disciples of the Blood Blade Sect began to appear, casually strolling about without incident, a clear sign that the worst of the crisis had passed.

Li Yuan patted the two Wei Family tokens in his pocket and stepped outside. With Yan Yu and the proprietress together, he felt reassured.

He had barely stepped out when a guard recognized him from a distance and shouted excitedly, “Li Yuan! Young Master Li is still alive!”

Li Yuan couldn’t help but be puzzled.

Before long, several more guards rushed over to explain the situation.

It turned out that in the past few days, the die-hard loyalists of the Wei Family had staged a ruse in Silver Creek, claiming that all their spies had been eliminated.

This trick lured the Blood Blade Sect into a false sense of security. Then, without warning, they launched a frenzied counterattack targeting the younger generation of the Blood Blade Sect. The more gifted the targets were, the more they were singled out.

Their assault was so swift that the Blood Blade Sect barely had time to react. After all, the Wei Family’s spies were deeply embedded, and by the time anyone realized what was happening, many disciples had already been killed.

Those same die-hards even went so far as to brutally decapitate Zhao Zimu, the prodigy once so proudly touted by the Blood Blade Sect. Then under cover of night, they hung his head on the gate of Silver Creek. Fortunately, the Blood Blade Sect discovered it in time and removed it.

Displaying Zhao Zimu’s severed head in such a manner was nothing short of a vicious act of retribution and a stark warning.

Soon after, a series of messages arrived in front of the Blood Blade Sect, declaring, “If the Blood Blade Sect does not back off, any one of its rising stars found alone will be killed.”

If any of the Wei Family’s experts lay in wait and suddenly ambushed a few disciples of the Blood Blade Sect, it would indeed be a shameless act, yet also a powerful deterrent.

But Tie Sha was not one to back down. Under that unyielding pressure, he completely wiped out the Wei Family and then meticulously combed through Silver Creek, eliminating several Wei Family spies who’d left even the slightest trace.

Still, it was clear that the war between the two factions wasn’t entirely over.

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For quite some time afterward, patrols in Silver Creek would be extremely strict. Any remaining Wei scum would be met with no mercy.

Initially, everyone had assumed that with Zhao Zimu dead, Li Yuan was next. After all, he’d caught the eye of the sect master Tie Sha himself and was a prime target for the Wei Family’s covert agents.

But to everyone’s surprise, Li Yuan was very much alive.

The guards stared at him with burning eyes and deep respect. Even the most casual observer could tell that Li Yuan was on the verge of a remarkable rise.

Li Yuan, however, sighed inwardly. He knew he hadn’t been cautious enough. If he had stayed a few more days at Little Ink Village, perhaps he wouldn’t have encountered any trouble at all...

He resolved that he would be more careful next time.