Chapter 2274: Making an Exception for You

The Southern Foothills Town, a farewell of over two thousand years.

Returning here, Ye Yuan felt a sense of melancholy.

Back then, unable to break through to the Divine Rotation Realm, he took a risk and came here, receiving care from Little Drunkard, which allowed him to break through.

Looking back at the past, and then at the Divine Lord Realm youngsters beside him, Ye Yuan felt as if a lifetime had passed.

To avoid drawing too much attention, he had restrained his aura along the way.

"After all these years, I wonder how Old Drunkard is doing."

Ye Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, strolled leisurely into the town, and arrived at the guardian's residence.

Old Drunkard was still lying there, swaying, clearly heavily drunk.

Sensing someone enter, Old Drunkard directly tossed a wooden token over and said drunkenly, "Get the hell out of here, don't disturb my drinking!"

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Heh, Senior Drunkard is still so domineering!"

Old Drunkard suddenly woke up with a start, turned his head, and couldn't help but be shocked.

"It's you!"

He looked Ye Yuan up and down, nodded approvingly, and said, "Not bad, not bad! Lord Wuchen's judgment is indeed good. In two thousand years, you've reached the peak of the Divine Lord Realm—that speed is quite impressive! Back then, Lord Xianlin was only this much. You've come this time to break through to the Heavenly God Realm, right?"

Given Ye Yuan's current cultivation level, if he deliberately concealed his cultivation, not even Old Drunkard, let alone ordinary Heavenly Sovereigns, could see through his depth.

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Something like that. Senior Drunkard, how have you been these years?"

Old Drunkard's eyes flickered, and he put on a smiling face, saying, "Good, very good! I'm guarding the Southern Foothills Town—what could be bad about that? Hahaha..."

He thought he had hidden it well, but how could his emotional fluctuations escape Ye Yuan's notice?

However, Ye Yuan didn't expose him. Since he didn't want to talk, forcing him would be useless.

The two exchanged pleasantries, as was inevitable when meeting.

But in his words, Old Drunkard always subtly tried to drive Ye Yuan away.

Ye Yuan understood perfectly and didn't impose, returning to his quarters to rest.

The next day was again the day to ascend the Tongtian Mountain.

Old Drunkard watched Ye Yuan enter the passage before turning back to the Southern Foothills Town.

When he returned to the guardian's residence, it was already filled with a roomful of people.

In the center, a young man sat in his seat, looking at Old Drunkard with a contemptuous gaze.

Behind the young man, two maids were massaging his shoulders, the fragrance of wind swirling, utterly comfortable.

"You insolent wretch, kneel before the young master!"

Bang!

Behind Old Drunkard, a martial artist suddenly kicked out, striking Old Drunkard's back knee, breaking his legs and forcing him to his knees.

The young man's expression was indifferent, and he said flatly, "Old Drunkard, do you know your crime?"

Old Drunkard was unconcerned, pulled out his gourd, took a drink, and sneered, "What crime have I committed?"

The young man said calmly, "Even when beating a dog, you must consider its owner! I sent Lin Xiu here as your deputy, but you killed him! How do you explain that?"

Old Drunkard snorted coldly, "Was Lin Xiu here as a deputy? As soon as he arrived, relying on your authority, he directly sidelined me! That's fine, I was happy to be idle! But in his ten years in office, not only did he demand exorbitant fees, but he also defiled and murdered hundreds of female cultivators! I repeatedly advised him, but he only grew worse, even trying to kill me! In a fit of rage, I killed him—what crime is that?"

Old Drunkard spoke with righteous indignation, but the young man's face remained calm and unruffled, without a trace of emotion.

As if those wronged female cultivators were nothing but a herd of livestock.

To be honest, Old Drunkard had been living quite comfortably over the years.

But all that changed ten years ago.

These ten years, Old Drunkard felt as if each day was a year.

That Lin Xiu was a complete pervert.

Any female cultivator with a hint of attractiveness couldn't escape his evil clutches.

Not only did he defile them, but afterward he would murder them!

Old Drunkard was a man of integrity, and he couldn't stand such despicable acts.

These ten years, he had been absolutely furious.

But Lin Xiu was the young master's cousin, and relying on the young master's power, he didn't take Old Drunkard seriously at all.

After all, Old Drunkard was only at the True God Realm.

He was naturally powerful in the eyes of those Divine Lord Realm martial artists, but in the eyes of the one before him, he was like an ant.

Helpless, he could only repeatedly advise him.

But Lin Xiu not only refused to listen but grew worse and more detestable.

Finally, Old Drunkard couldn't bear it and stepped in to stop Lin Xiu, but this lunatic, in his madness, actually tried to kill Old Drunkard.

He thought Old Drunkard wouldn't dare fight back, but little did he know that in his fury, Old Drunkard struck him dead with a single palm.

Lin Xiu's body, hollowed out by wine and women, was no match for Old Drunkard.

But this alarmed the young master.

Old Drunkard knew the young master would arrive in a day or two, so he didn't want to involve Ye Yuan, which was why he hadn't mentioned this matter.

"They're just a bunch of ants. Lin Xiu favored them—that was their blessing. What business is it of yours to meddle?" the young master said indifferently.

Old Drunkard seemed to have expected such rhetoric, merely taking a drink and keeping silent.

Tang Yucheng and Lin Xiu were birds of a feather!

No matter how much he said, he couldn't escape death.

With several Heavenly Sovereigns present today, he had no chance of escape.

Seeing Old Drunkard silent, Tang Yucheng said flatly, "It seems you've come to terms with it. Send him on his way! Qinghe, from today on, you are the guardian of the Southern Foothills Town."

One of Tang Yucheng's subordinates, overjoyed, immediately bowed and said, "Thank you for your appreciation, young master!"

Tang Yucheng waved his hand, signaling his men to act.

A Heavenly Sovereign stepped forward slowly, approaching Old Drunkard.

Old Drunkard laughed heartily, raised his gourd to drink, utterly carefree.

Without a word, the Heavenly Sovereign struck down with his palm.

But just as his palm was about to land, a sword light seemed to come from beyond the heavens.

Pfft!

The Heavenly Sovereign was instantly sliced into pieces, dead beyond death.

A figure strolled in from outside the house, walking straight up to Old Drunkard.

Tang Yucheng's subordinates all stepped back, not daring to come into contact with Ye Yuan, directly clearing a path.

Old Drunkard looked at Ye Yuan in astonishment, speechless with shock.

He hadn't even seen how the attack was made, and the Heavenly Sovereign was instantly killed?

Could it be... that Ye Yuan's current strength wasn't at the Divine Lord Realm?

No, he had clearly seen him enter the passage—why had he returned?

Old Drunkard struggled to open his drunken eyes, trying to see Ye Yuan clearly, but no matter how he looked, he couldn't make him out.

It was as if the man standing before him was the ethereal Tongtian Mountain itself!

"Ye Yuan, you... you..."

Old Drunkard stammered for a long time without forming a sentence.

Ye Yuan smiled and said, "Senior Drunkard, you're being too distant with me! Don't worry, with me here, they can't touch you!"

Tang Yucheng calmly took a sip of wine and said flatly, "Can't touch him? When I, Tang Yucheng, want to kill someone, no one has ever been able to stop me!"

Ye Yuan looked at him and smiled, "Then I'm sorry, today I'm going to make an exception for you."