A figure stands at the foot of the mountain, bare-chested.

  There were strips of flame-like patterns on his body, vivid and lifelike, as if they could be seen jumping.

  A head of black hair scattered behind her back, although it was pitch-black in color, but from a distance, it gave people a feeling as if it were flames.

  His face also had flame-like stripes, and his eyes seemed to have a fiery glow.

  However, the blue-robed youth who was close by still recognized that the young man with an unusual appearance in front of him was indeed Ye Jing, who had gone missing at the Town Dragon Spring that day.

  Although his face was covered with flame tattoos, his facial features could still be made out.

  Lan Wenyuan was somewhat uncertain and asked tentatively: "Is it Ye Jingye, Shidi?"

  He turned his head around, his eyes were like fire, touching people's hearts, but still nodded: "Not bad, it was me."

  Lan Wenyang curiously asked: "Earlier in Zhenlongquan, you..."

  Upon hearing the name of Longyuan Town, Ye Jing's eyes flashed with obvious anger, and his expression turned cold: "I'm lucky to be alive."

  "Anyway, it's all right as long as nothing happened." Lan Wenyin let out a sigh of relief: "Everyone was worried about you, but Master Yan said you have a lucky face that can turn bad luck into good fortune. Now it seems, Master Yan was indeed correct..."

  He hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by a loud shout.

  "Song of Yan and Zhao!" Ye Jing's eyes almost spat out fire: "If it weren't for him, how would I have suffered such a great calamity?"

  "He had ill intentions from the very beginning and wanted me dead!"

  "But I'm not dead yet, and my cultivation has even improved. It seems that I'll have to disappoint him." Ye Jing gritted his teeth: "A gentleman doesn't let bygones be bygones. This debt, I will settle with him sooner or later!"

  Lan Wenyuan's expression changed, his eyebrows furrowed: "Ye Shidi, calm down. I've also heard about what happened that day. Yan Shixiong's inner crystal furnace fell into the abyss and exploded, injuring you. It was an accident."

  Ye Jing coldly snorted: "You're a parasite in his belly, how would you know what he's thinking? Whatever he says, you just blindly believe?"

  "That Great Master Red Spirit Flag Master originally came to find trouble for him, but was instead led by him to shift the disaster, using the fire seed, and had me take the blame for him. Everything was calculated by him!"

  "A single inferior treasure sword has blinded your heart and made you so biased in his favor?"

  Lan Wenyang also got angry upon hearing this: "It was you who acted impulsively and went to snatch Yan Shixiong's True Fire Seed, otherwise would the Grandmaster have hit you? You really think you're someone important?"

  "You narrowly escaped disaster, it's no wonder you're emotionally agitated. I'm not blaming you, but that doesn't mean you can spout nonsense."

  He looked up and down at Ye Jing, shook his head: "What Brother Yan said, I believe! Why do I believe? You had already fallen into the abyss at that time, nine deaths and one life, why did Brother Yan have to throw his own inner crystal furnace?"

  "Moreover, the Inner Crystal Furnace is extremely precious, would Yan Shixiong destroy his own Inner Crystal Furnace just to kill you? The legendary Inner Crystal Furnace, and a cultivator like you who isn't even a Sect Master, which one is more valuable?"

  "No matter if it's me or you, or anyone else who goes to the Dragon Spring with him, if Yan Shixiong really wants to kill us, let alone a slap that can kill us, even a breath of air from him might be unbearable. Would he use his own Inner Crystal Furnace to destroy himself?"

  The other's words instantly reminded Ye Jing of Yan Zhao Ge's indifferent attitude towards him in the past.

  The despair, anger and hatred that had been simmering in the depths of his heart surged up again, almost consuming Ye Jing's rationality.

  Ye Jing's eyes turned crimson like fire: "A single low-grade treasure sword and you're all being kept like the dogs in the Song of Yan Zhao?"

  "I'll beat the dog first, then beat the master!"

  He let out a loud roar and sprang into the air, pouncing towards Lan Wenyue!

  Lan Wenyi was shocked and felt a wave of heat rushing towards her face, almost suffocating.

  Ye Jing narrowly escaped death, and indeed his cultivation has made great progress?

  Lan Wenyang didn't dare hesitate and hastily raised a shield, which was the inferior precious sword given by Yan Zhao Ge.

  Just seeing this shield, Ye Jing was even more enraged when he saw his enemy, and his fists came down like a storm.

  As if tireless, iron fists struck in succession, like a tsunami or landslide.

  Lan Wenyuan was unable to bring out the full strength of his inferior treasure sword and was actually unable to withstand Ye Jing's empty-handed attack.

  At last, Bao Bing was shaken off his hand, and Ye Jing's fist didn't stop, directly sending Lán Wényán flying out.

  Looking at the opponent who fell to the ground with continuous bleeding from his mouth, Ye Jing's eyes were icy cold, and the killing intent in his eyes kept surging, only to move his gaze away after a long while.

  His gaze fell on the shield that had fallen to one side, and the fierce anger in his eyes surged again. He rushed forward, kicked out with one foot, and sent the shield flying far away.

  The shield turned into a small black dot and disappeared in the distant mountains.

  Ye Jing gave a resentful glance at the half-dead Lan Wenyuan and turned to leave, heading deep into the mountains.

  "Through the ring, I reformed my body, but due to the influence of martial arts, I became more irritable and prone to anger than before." As Ye Jing walked, he gradually calmed down a bit and began to regret in his heart: "Lan Wenyang helped Yan Zhao Ge, but never really took action to harm me. I almost killed him, it was a bit impulsive."

  But as soon as he thought of how he had become like this, his anger surged again: "Yan Zhao Song!"

  "Hmph, today I saw Lan Wenyuan's character, it can be imagined that most people in the sect are probably the same as Yan Zhao Ge."

  "His father is even a senior member of the sect, he will definitely protect him. I want to seek justice, but it's getting harder and harder."

  "But what's the use? If I don't expose the ugliness of that Yan Zhao song, and don't get back justice, won't all my suffering be in vain?"

  "Strength, to seek justice, one must have sufficient strength. If I were stronger than Yan Zhao Ge, stronger even than his father, how would they dare to harm me and turn things upside down?"

  Ye Jing raised his head to gaze at the undulating mountains in front of him, his eyes cold and hard as iron, burning like fire: "I must possess great power to uphold justice for myself, and I must be stronger than Yan Zhao Ge's father-son duo."

  "Yanzhao song, wait for it, you owe me, I will make you pay back one by one!"

  …………

  "Ye Jing severely injured a fellow disciple?" Yan Zhao Ge looked at Ah Hu in surprise.

  Ye Jing is still alive, and Yan Zhao Ge is not surprised at all.

  Someone saw him and the news was sent back to the sect. For Yan Zhao Ge, it would only be a good thing, thoroughly proving Yan Zhao Ge's answer when he accepted the inquiry that day.

  Yanzhao song is not worried at all about confronting Ye Jing face-to-face, performing the ritual of Blood Soul Return Light, and recreating the scene at that time.

  But after Ye Jing appeared, he almost beat Lan Wenyuan to death, which made Yan Zhao Ge somewhat at a loss.

  "This kid, fell into an abyss and knocked his brain bad?" Yan Zhao Ge only felt inexplicable: "Why did he hit people?"

  "Ah Hu hummed: 'That young man surnamed Ye seems to have a big opinion about you, Young Master. That disciple argued on your behalf and debated with him for several sentences, seemingly infuriating him.'"