After hanging up the call with Ji Feiyang, Ye Bufan returned to the vicinity of Yamamoto Natsuryu's camp, quietly observing their situation.
For an entire day, Yamamoto Natsuryu's camp made no moves, which made Ye Bufan increasingly curious about their plans.
Meanwhile, Ji Feiyang contacted his superiors and dispatched a Martial Saint to find Ye Bufan, tasking him with the responsibility of covertly observing Yamamoto Natsuryu's every move.
Concurrently, the person who came to liaise with Ye Bufan also brought information about the region that Ji Feiyang had gathered.
"Mr. Ye. My name is Shen Bai, and Ji Feiyang sent me to connect with you." Shen Bai's eyes were filled with respect upon seeing Ye Bufan. If there was a prominent figure recently, it had to be Ye Bufan.
Whether martial artists or cultivators, they all revered the strong, especially since Ye Bufan was such a young Great Martial Saint who managed to escape unscathed from the Jianghu Pursuit Order. This had uplifted the hearts of martial artists nationwide, both young and old.
"They haven't made any moves yet, but you need to be careful. There are two Martial Saints among them. One has been hiding in the tent closest to the main tent, and the other is that ninja," Ye Bufan informed Shen Bai of the intelligence he had gathered. "Their strength is around the mid-stage of Martial Saint."
"Take this jade pendant. If you happen to encounter them and need to coordinate, crush this jade pendant at a crucial moment. It will help you escape," Ye Bufan said, taking out a jade pendant from his spatial artifact.
Shen Bai accepted the jade pendant and carefully put it away.
Following that, Ye Bufan sat aside and began to examine the information Shen Bai had brought him.
The information indicated that this camp was a village about a hundred years ago. Strangely, the village vanished overnight, which caused quite a stir at the time.
For the next twenty years, nearby villagers who passed by the area, especially at night, would occasionally hear the cries of old people and children, which were incredibly tragic.
Around seventy years ago, several murder cases occurred consecutively in this area, with gruesome details.
Everyone believed that the villagers of the vanished village must have returned for revenge.
Later, the nearby villagers drew straws to invite a master to perform a ritual at the location, and only then did things gradually settle down.
After Ye Bufan finished reading the case files concerning this place, he frowned. It seemed that Yamamoto Natsuryu's appearance might have some connection to that vanished village, and behind the village, there might be some unknown secret.
After much thought, he realized he would have to wait for Yamamoto Natsuryu and his group to make a move before he could find out.
"This is my contact information. If there's any situation, you can contact me," Ye Bufan told Shen Bai.
"Understood," Shen Bai nodded solemnly, feeling that he was now collaborating with Ye Bufan.
He had expected to wait a long time for Yamamoto Natsuryu and his group to act, but unexpectedly, the next day, just as Ye Bufan was preparing to head to the underground city, he received a call from Shen Bai.
"Mr. Ye, they're moving," Shen Bai exclaimed excitedly on the phone. "I've already contacted the higher-ups, and they'll be here to support us soon. The higher-ups also said to contact you and ask you to come and assist."
Ye Bufan took a deep breath. He hadn't expected them to move so quickly and had to postpone his trip to the underground city.
After hanging up the phone, Ye Bufan rushed to the location on the outskirts of the capital.
Near Yamamoto Natsuryu's camp.
"Shen Bai, what are you doing? We're all here, why aren't we setting off yet?"
The people Shen Bai had called had all arrived, and everyone was eager to act as they watched Yamamoto Natsuryu's movements.
Shen Bai looked at his watch and then at Yamamoto Natsuryu and his group who were packing up nearby.
"Let's wait a bit longer. There's one more person," Shen Bai said.
"One more person? Isn't our group enough?" the man said impatiently. "What if we miss the opportunity?"
"It's Ye Bufan. The higher-ups specifically ordered it," Shen Bai replied.
"Ye Bufan? You mean Ye Bufan from the Jianghu Pursuit Order?" The man was slightly shocked upon hearing Ye Bufan's name.
Shen Bai nodded. The man then said, "That kid is lucky. He just knows a bit of forbidden techniques and killed a Martial Saint. He probably paid a heavy price himself. What's the big deal?"
"Old Ai, show some restraint with your words. That's the Jianghu Pursuit Order. Think about it, if it were you, could you survive it?" another martial artist interjected.
Old Ai, whose name was Ai Feihuan, was from the same organization as Shen Bai and was also a Martial Saint.
Ai Feihuan's expression changed upon hearing the martial artist's words. He was about to retort when Shen Bai called out towards the distance, "Mr. Ye."
Everyone's gaze shifted towards that direction, and Ye Bufan had arrived at some point.
"Mr. Ye, Mr. Ye, he's already old enough, yet he calls a kid 'Mister' and is so polite. Why? That kid has achieved so much at such a young age, isn't it because of the backing of hidden forces, piling up money? What's so impressive about that?" Ai Feihuan said in a low, sarcastic tone.
Apart from Ai Feihuan, everyone else gathered around and greeted Ye Bufan.
"Everyone, we can greet each other later. The most important thing right now is Yamamoto Natsuryu," Ye Bufan said.
"Mr. Ye, it's excellent that you're here to help us," Shen Bai said.
"What's the situation now?" Ye Bufan asked.
"They are packing up," Shen Bai said, pointing to Yamamoto Natsuryu's camp in the distance.
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Bufan extended his spiritual sense.
"Hmm?" Ye Bufan frowned—Yamamoto Natsuryu and his group were gone!
"What's wrong?" Shen Bai saw Ye Bufan frown and quickly looked towards the tents in the distance, only to find them empty.
"See, see? What did I say? Now we've missed the opportunity?" Ai Feihuan glanced at Ye Bufan and Shen Bai. "I told you to act first. You insisted on waiting for Ye Bufan. I'll see how you report back. You can't push the blame onto everyone."
"Old Ai, say a little less," someone among the martial artists said.
Ye Bufan ignored them and then vanished from his spot, reappearing in Yamamoto Natsuryu's camp.
They were gone, but their living supplies were still there, indicating that it was highly likely they had used some kind of formation to disappear.
Shen Bai, along with the other martial artists, rushed over and rummaged through the tents.
"This is really bizarre. They were here just moments ago, and now, in the blink of an eye, they're gone," Shen Bai frowned.