Chen Fan could see the determination in Na Ri Ye Wang’s eyes that day.
He was not deceiving Na Ri Ye Wang, of course.
The process of becoming the Lord of the Night was also a very important part of his experience.
If Na Ri Ye Wang wanted revenge, he had to become a martial arts master.
Under normal circumstances, even if he had returned and cultivated diligently, it would have taken ten or eight years, or even longer.
And he clearly couldn't wait.
Moreover, even if he cultivated diligently, he would only be following Xiao Kai’s old path, and still might not be Watanabe Guiming’s opponent.
That was why Chen Fan gave Na Ri Ye Wang such a choice.
Ancient martial artists like Na Ri Ye Wang, with their considerable strength and solid foundation, lacked only the kind of tempering that would spur them to become stronger and fiercer.
Of course, the underground world globally was far from simple, and whether this path would succeed depended entirely on Na Ri Ye Wang himself.
“Then get up.”
Chen Fan looked at Na Ri Ye Wang and said, “Crying and moping around like a child is not something the Wolf King Xiao Kai taught you.”
Na Ri Ye Wang slowly stood up, his tears stopped, but his grief remained.
“I have some questions for you.”
Chen Fan said, “Then you will escort the coffin back to the grasslands, bury your master, and go to the town of Tokas in Marseille, Western Europe. In the town, there is a bar where you can find a person named Alice.”
Na Ri Ye Wang nodded and said, “Ask away.”
“Was the duel between your master and Watanabe Guiming purely out of grudges, or was there another reason?”
“I didn’t know before.”
Na Ri Ye Wang said, “Last night, my master told me some inside information. It has to do with the lost sacred artifact of the grasslands, the Rhinoceros Horn Golden Cup.”
“A hundred years of grudges alone would not have been enough for my master to agree to this duel.”
“Someone conveyed a message: if he won the fight against Watanabe Guiming, he could retrieve the Rhinoceros Horn Golden Cup.”
“I know that item. It is something lost by the ancestors of Tianlang Mountain, a relic of the grassland sacred land, containing the blessings of the Eternal Sky, and it is also inscribed with the martial arts methods of our grassland lineage!”
So there was such inside information.
Na Ri Ye Wang had not mentioned it last time, partly because of the lingering resentment between him and Chen Fan, and partly because he clearly did not know these details at the time.
The lineage of the Wolf King Xiao Kai was said to be ancient and profound, no less than those of the famous aristocratic families.
However, due to some historical reasons, this lineage had greatly declined.
“Do you know who conveyed the message?” Chen Fan asked.
Na Ri Ye Wang shook his head, “I don’t know, my master didn’t mention it.”
“Is it related to Zuo Lizhou?” Chen Fan asked.
“It should not be related,” Na Ri Ye Wang said. “Our lineage is also a member of the Heroes’ Alliance. If Zuo Lizhou had conveyed it, my master would certainly have warned me to be wary of him.”
“Did your master meet Zuo Lizhou before the decisive battle?” Chen Fan asked.
“No,” Na Ri Ye Wang said. “After arriving in the capital, my master remained in seclusion, and apart from going to Minghu Mountain Villa once at Duanmu Liang’s request to oversee matters, he did not go out. However, he asked me to pay a visit to Zuo Lizhou, without any special words, just a simple courtesy call.”
Chen Fan frowned.
He had thought Na Ri Ye Wang would know some secrets, but it seemed he knew very little now.
“However, my master did say that Zuo Lizhou has great ambitions and commands a secret force of skilled fighters.”
“How many people, and what is their strength?”
As Chen Fan was asking himself this, he suddenly felt something was wrong and turned to look outside the door.
The light outside suddenly dimmed. Black mist, from an unknown source, drifted ceaselessly and had already entered the funeral home.
A chilling aura spread, and the temperature dropped significantly.
Within the black smoke, shadows flickered, resembling birds in flight. Upon closer inspection, they were indeed Yin Ya (shadow crows).
Yin Ya Zi!
“What’s happening, what’s going on?”
Na Ri Ye Wang’s two junior disciples were perplexed.
“Yin Ya Zi?”
Na Ri Ye Wang also reacted, his expression changing.
He had not attended the Heroes’ Gathering the day before yesterday, but he knew what had happened there.
Chen Fan glanced at Na Ri Ye Wang, also surprised.
It was unlikely that Yin Ya Zi was here for him. In this funeral home where Master Xiao Kai’s body was stored, it was clearly for Na Ri Ye Wang.
Then, what was the reason?
Yin Ya Zi had caused such a commotion at the Heroes’ Gathering, possessing formidable strength, yet targeting Na Ri Ye Wang – for what reason?
“Jie jie…”
As he was pondering, an eerie laughter sounded.
“Who, who’s playing tricks?”
Na Ri Ye Wang’s two junior disciples became enraged and rushed out the door.
“Batu, Gudamu, come back!”
Na Ri Ye Wang’s expression changed, and he quickly shouted to stop them.
At the same time, he flashed out the door.
The black mist grew thicker, and his two junior disciples’ figures were just ahead.
The two of them threw punches, their fists churning the black smoke.
But the next instant, they grunted and their bodies suddenly went limp, slumping towards the ground.
Na Ri Ye Wang rushed forward urgently.
Halfway there, a strong sense of danger suddenly arose in his heart.
Without thinking, he retreated and threw a punch.
His punch was much stronger than his two junior disciples’. The gust of wind from his fist tore a large opening in the black smoke.
A figure flashed within the black smoke and lunged forward abruptly.
Na Ri Ye Wang’s heart went cold, and he strained to punch.
His fist was like a solitary moon on the prairie, lonely and vast.
With the roar of wind and thunder, Na Ri Ye Wang, knowing Yin Ya Zi’s fearsome power, did not hold back at all.
However, a strand of black smoke coiled around, sweeping towards him against the force of his punch.
The mournful cries of Yin Ya Zi shook the soul.
Na Ri Ye Wang’s punch disintegrated under such an impact.
As the Yin Ya swarmed towards him, he felt as if he had fallen into darkness, his powerful senses as a Hua Jin martial artist seemingly obscured at this moment.
Within the black smoke before his eyes, a finger suddenly jabbed out. It seemed ordinary but contained the essence of death, making him have no doubt that he would die if struck.
He desperately channeled his internal energy, forcefully evading, but felt he couldn't escape no matter what.
His heart leaped with terror, but he was powerless to turn the situation around.
Just then, a hand reached out from behind him, vibrating with true qi, and a dragon’s roar sounded.
A vast torrent of true qi erupted outwards, forming a vortex that swept the black smoke away in one go.
A fist collided with that finger.
After a muffled boom, the momentum of the fist dispersed.
The Yin Ya scattering before him shattered, the finger retracted, and a figure in black robes retreated several meters, their indifferent gaze fixed on them.
Na Ri Ye Wang panted heavily, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
The feeling of impending death made him gasp for air.
The one who acted was naturally Chen Fan, who stood beside Na Ri Ye Wang, staring at Yin Ya Zi.
“It’s you!”
Yin Ya Zi also recognized Chen Fan, his eyes chilling, “Do you want to die?”
“With just you?”
Chen Fan said indifferently.
“Hmph!”
Yin Ya Zi flicked his sleeve, and the black smoke surged again. His figure vanished into the smoke, seemingly multiplying into thousands.
Chen Fan’s expression turned serious. He stomped his foot, unleashing immense force.
The glass of the funeral home shattered with a crash.
A surge of battle intent rose, sharp and unparalleled.