Ye Fan said, "Sit there and don’t move!"

Instantly, the panicked Mu Wanxin sat back in her seat, motionless.

Ye Fan helped the woman up, but a shadowy figure had already charged in front of him. This time, his target was Ye Fan, whom he assumed was also one of the woman’s bodyguards.

However, just as his dagger was about to pierce Ye Fan’s heart, Ye Fan caught the blade between two fingers. The man couldn’t break free.

At that moment, Ye Fan made a slight move, and the dagger snapped in half. The scene was chaotic, but the woman saw everything clearly. She had never imagined Ye Fan could be so powerful.

The shadowy figure was shocked; he hadn’t anticipated Ye Fan’s power. Before he could react, Ye Fan’s hand shot out, grabbed a shard of the broken blade, and slashed it across his neck.

The man let out a muffled grunt, clutching his throat as he collapsed to the ground. A Postnatal Martial Artist, killed just like that. It was a truly pitiful end. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

But it couldn’t be helped, for his opponent was the King of Innate Masters, the King of Heaven.

When the two Inner Sect Martial Artists saw the shadowy man fall, they were instantly terrified.

"There’s an expert! Quick, retreat!"

The two of them smashed through a window and fled.

They were then pursued by police officers from the station. Although they were Inner Sect Martial Artists, the police had guns. An Inner Sect Martial Artist’s body was not yet strong enough to withstand bullets. They were merely more agile, so it was likely they would be gunned down by the officers. Of course, none of this was Ye Fan’s concern.

Ye Fan, meanwhile, put on an act. He sat next to Mu Wanxin, a look of fear flashing in his eyes, pretending to be completely clueless about what had just happened. He wanted to distance himself from the incident—he was a true thespian.

The woman and her three bodyguards all breathed a sigh of relief. Her bodyguards then said to her, "Miss, we should leave, quickly!"

The woman shot Ye Fan a grateful glance. "Right!" she agreed, and hurried off the bus with her three bodyguards. The entire scene had been both frightening and thrilling.

Mu Wanxin was terrified. She had never witnessed anything like it and felt nauseous seeing a corpse for the first time, especially in such a bloody state. Ye Fan quickly escorted her away, as they were not far from their immediate destination. He planned for them to stay one night in the small city and leave by car the next day.

Who is this woman? And who are the people trying to kill her? She’s no ordinary person, especially with that faint, irresistibly alluring scent she carries. I shouldn’t have gotten involved, but that shadowy figure was courting death. I had no other choice.

Without a doubt, this incident would make the news. But he knew that aside from himself and the woman, no one else was aware of his involvement. His movements had been far too fast for anyone to see.

「That night」

The woman and her three bodyguards finally met up with the people sent to retrieve them.

"Miss, fortune favors the virtuous. Who would have thought that Stinger would just die out of the blue? Could it be that heaven was punishing him?" one of her bodyguards said, still shaken.

Stinger was the shadowy man Ye Fan had killed. They were utterly terrified of him, for he was a dreadful foe. Yet, he had died for no apparent reason. Otherwise, they and the woman they were protecting would have all been killed, with absolutely no chance of survival.

"Of course it wasn’t heaven punishing him," the woman said. "Someone saved us!"

"What?" Her three bodyguards were stunned. They couldn’t believe someone had saved them.

"Do you remember the man sitting across from us?"

At her reminder, they finally recalled. Indeed, when they had looked at Ye Fan, they had sensed something extraordinary about him. Martial artists often have a sense for one another, but they had never imagined that Ye Fan could have killed Stinger without them even noticing.

"It was him?" The three of them were shocked.

"Yes, it was him," the woman confirmed. "His power is terrifying. To kill Stinger in the blink of an eye... he’s definitely not an ordinary person!"

"But why would he save us?"

The woman didn’t know the reason. Could it be that Ye Fan was interested in her? She dismissed the thought as impossible; the beautiful woman with Ye Fan was her equal in every way.

At this moment, she found herself holding a necklace with a peculiar pendant: a mighty Divine Dragon. She had accidentally pulled it from Ye Fan’s neck amidst the chaos. The pendant glistened in the light. In her eyes, Ye Fan was just as dazzling.

"Find him for me," she commanded.

"Yes, Miss!" Her three bodyguards nodded respectfully. With their status in the southwest, finding one person was an incredibly simple matter. The three of them began making preparations to search for information on Ye Fan.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan and Mu Wanxin were on their way in another vehicle. Mu Wanxin, who had been exhausted until now, was now visibly excited, as they were less than a hundred kilometers from her hometown. She longed for it, the place where she grew up. It was just a shame that she could never return to the days of her childhood.

Ye Fan asked her, "Missing home?"

"Mmm!" Mu Wanxin replied sweetly.

"We’ll be there soon," Ye Fan said.

The two chatted idly in the car. Mu Wanxin told him many stories about her hometown, and Ye Fan listened, captivated.

Around one in the afternoon, they arrived in a small county town, less than thirty kilometers from Mu Wanxin’s hometown.

"Honey, let’s go! We should be able to reach your hometown soon," Ye Fan said.

But Mu Wanxin’s expression fell. "Honey, there’s only one bus to my hometown each day, and it looks like we missed it."

"No worries, we have plenty of money. Come on, we’ll buy a car."

Having money was certainly convenient. Ye Fan immediately took Mu Wanxin to buy a pickup truck in the small county, and then they drove off. In a backward county like this, there were no luxury cars for sale. Moreover, the road to her hometown was rugged, making a pickup truck the most practical choice. Without even bothering with the registration, Ye Fan rushed with Mu Wanxin toward her hometown. The entire way was unpaved mountain roads—nothing more than rough tracks.

Only an experienced old hand like Ye Fan could handle such a road.

"My home is just over that mountain," Mu Wanxin said excitedly.

Ye Fan looked at the mountain. It was immense, with an altitude of over four thousand meters. A lonely road wound around its side, overlooking a deep abyss below. Anyone with a fear of heights would shiver just looking at the drop.

Ye Fan slowly drove the truck over the mountain. At its foot, they finally saw the village. It was quiet, filled with houses that looked like they were from the nineties, but it didn’t feel out of place. It was like a hidden paradise, a Shangri-La.

As they drove into the village, the villagers all stared; after all, outsiders were a rare sight.

"Home... I’m back," Mu Wanxin said, her voice filled with emotion. She felt tears welling in her eyes. It had been eight long years since she had left her hometown, and she hadn’t returned once in all that time. If not for Ye Fan, she would never have had the chance to come back.