Zhao Yunhai looked at the poisonous snake that Si Jinyan had thrown aside and couldn't help but say.
"This old guy is hiding so deep, is he afraid of his enemies showing up?"
"Young Master Yun, after our investigation, that old guy has quite a few enemies."
"We have already secretly contacted many of the old guy's enemies, and they are now waiting at the agreed-upon location."
Zhao Yunhai had no intention of a one-on-one fight. Such matters could not be balanced; only overwhelming power would suffice.
A comeback? Zhao Yunhai would not let such a thing happen.
"Take a few good poisonous creatures from here back for my dad to soak in wine."
Zhao Yunhai walked for a while, looking at the poisonous creatures crawling around, and suddenly instructed Si Jinyan.
"Young Master Yun's filial piety is sincere and will surely move the family head."
Si Jinyan quickly flattered him.
Old Liu couldn't stand Si Jinyan's constant flattery, so he reminded him.
"Hurry up and don't delay Young Master Yun's business, or you won't be able to bear the consequences."
Si Jinyan ignored him, curled his lips, and seeing that Young Master Zhao hadn't said anything, he started clearing the path with his head down.
Poisonous creatures were everywhere here, and from time to time, they attacked from all directions.
One had to be extremely vigilant, otherwise, small poisonous creatures could easily obscure your vision and leave you defenseless.
The trees were tall, the grass was deep, and the branches and leaves were lush. The morning fog lingered, creating a deep and secluded environment that ordinary people would shy away from.
Zhao Yunhai strolled leisurely here, enjoying the temporary tranquility and seclusion.
This kind of treatment was not something ordinary people received; all the surrounding dangers were cleared for him.
An hour later, Zhao Yunhai stood on a high ground.
"The view is very open here. Where is Yang Fan's master located?"
Hearing this, Si Jinyan quickly took out a map and pointed to a spot, saying, "The old guy's place of seclusion is three thousand meters away from us."
"Yes, where is Yang Fan now?"
Zhao Yunhai looked at the marker on the map and continued to ask.
Si Jinyan quickly recalled and answered.
"Yang Fan has already flown from Yanjing and is heading here. He should arrive in about half an hour. It will take at least an hour and a half to get in from outside, so about two hours in total."
Zhao Yunhai grunted and looked at the people who had set up tents haphazardly around them.
"Let our people rest in place for two hours, and tell these people that they will obey my command in all matters."
"Anyone who dares to act on their own will be killed."
"Yes, sir." Si Jinyan cupped his hands.
When Si Jinyan relayed Young Master Yun's orders, these people obediently nodded.
These people were not foolish; everyone knew about the Zhao clan. Provoking the Zhao clan was akin to seeking death.
That old ghost and his disciple had provoked the most formidable young man of the Zhao clan, which was why they were wading into this muddy water.
Old Ghost Nie's strength was considerable, a martial artist at the peak of the Xiantian realm.
If it hadn't been for the backlash from his martial arts that caused internal injuries back then, they might have died at his hands.
Although the Zhao clan acted domineeringly, they were powerful.
Killing Old Ghost Nie alongside the Zhao clan was also a form of revenge for themselves.
"Junior Zhao Yunhai, greets Elder Feng."
Zhao Yunhai entered a tent and saw an old man sitting cross-legged inside. He paid his respects as a junior.
"Little Hai."
The elderly man opened his eyes, saw the visitor, and forced a smile onto his face.
"I have troubled Elder Feng this time."
Zhao Yunhai sat directly opposite Elder Feng. Elder Feng, also named Zhao Feng, was a member of the Zhao clan and a peak Xiantian martial artist.
As for that Old Ghost Nie, he was merely at the great circle of perfection in the Xiantian realm. Peak Xiantian came after great circle of perfection.
There was a significant gap between great circle of perfection and peak.
Once Old Ghost Nie took the Zhao clan's unique healing sacred medicine, he would enter a weak period while his internal injuries were being repaired.
At that point, Old Ghost Nie being able to maintain the Xiantian realm would be the most ideal state.
As for wasting the healing sacred medicine, apologies, but for Zhao Yunhai, such things were not valuable in the Zhao clan.
"Old Ghost Nie was also exceptionally talented back then, but ultimately, he was too inflexible and refused our Zhao clan's recruitment, forcing him to hide here."
"I am merely giving him liberation this time."
Elder Feng's eyes fell into recollection, and he sighed deeply.
If one didn't know better, one would think he was about to do a good deed.
Zhao Yunhai said with a smile.
"Yang Fan, Old Ghost Nie's disciple, is indeed a promising seedling, but unfortunately, he also refused my recruitment."
Elder Feng shook his head helplessly, "Master and disciple have the same temperament. The master is about to die, and the disciple cannot be spared either."
"Little Hai, as the future patriarch of the Zhao clan, you must understand things even if you dislike them."
"If you have time, go to the library to read. Even if your start is late, our Zhao clan can still help you reach the Xiantian realm without any problem."
Elder Feng's words were filled with pride for the Zhao clan.
Zhao Yunhai had the same intention, so he nodded and said, "It was my ignorance before. Thank you for your guidance, Elder Feng."
"It's not too late to be sensible; there's still time."
Elder Feng stroked his beard and smiled broadly, seeing that his advice was accepted.
The old man and the young man chatted happily.
Two hours later, Zhao Yunhai gathered his people.
"A peak Xiantian martial artist, the Zhao clan truly has grand means."
"Indeed, only a family like the Zhao clan can casually produce a Xiantian martial artist."
"If it were any other family, they would have kept him at home, protected him for fear of any mishap."
"That's right, after all, as long as a peak Xiantian exists, it is a deterrent to enemies."
"Hahaha, Old Ghost Nie is now doomed, with no escape to hell or heaven."
"And these martial artists who are not very strong but hold various weapons, even I wouldn't dare to approach them."
"To be able to obtain such weapons freely in Kyushu, the Zhao clan is indeed remarkable."
The five late-stage Xiantian peak martial artists standing aside marveled at the appearance of the peak Xiantian martial artist and gloated over Old Ghost Nie's misfortune.
"Depart, you follow behind the team."
Zhao Yunhai glanced at them and ordered them to move out.
Meanwhile, Yang Fan opened the gold-rimmed box and presented it to his master.
"Master, please examine this pill and see if there are any issues."
"Hmm? A pill from the Zhao clan."
Old Ghost Nie, who was knowledgeable, was surprised that his disciple could obtain a pill from the Zhao clan.
"How did you get it?"
Old Ghost Nie immediately sensed something was wrong and quickly asked.
The Zhao clan's specially made healing sacred medicine had always been for internal use only and rarely circulated.
Seeing his disciple's silence, Old Ghost Nie said angrily.
"Did you do something for the Zhao clan?"
"Master, your injuries are critical, please take it quickly."
Yang Fan didn't want to explain further; no matter what he said, his master had to take the medicine.
"Alas, foolish disciple."
Old Ghost Nie held the pill, silent for a long time, and finally sighed deeply before taking it.