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The next day, just as dawn broke, Ye Mo Han got up and left. Yesterday, his conversation with Dongfang Rui had ended on bad terms. At dinner time, Dongfang Rui did not leave the grass hall where she lived. Yan Xi Ying laughed and told Ye Mo Han not to worry. He then instructed a servant to bring the dishes to Dongfang Rui's room. After Yan Xi Ying settled down in Wangyou Valley, Eastern Hawk would often bring Eastern Rui to stay for a while. Since she was young, she did not like to talk much. When she was angry, she was just sulking, but on the surface, she could not be seen. Those who did not know her saw that her expression was the same as before would not know that she was sulking in her heart.

After that, Yan Xi Ying told Ye Wen about Dongfang Rui's many childhood events. Ye Mo Han now had a general understanding of Dongfang Rui's childhood. Dongfang Ying doted on his only daughter, Dongfang Rui, but he had been obsessed with herbs all his life, and wanted to concoct peerless poisons and life-saving healing medicines. He didn't hesitate to kiss a hundred herbs to test their poison. With such a temperament, Dong Fang Ying naturally couldn't wholeheartedly guess a child's thoughts. However, Dong Fang Ying wanted to put everything into consideration, break through in the area of medicinal herbs, and become a good father. He was afraid that Dongfang Rui would be too lonely, so he took Xiao Fei and the Cherry Slave in. With two people around her age as playmates, Dongfang Rui, who was naturally a child, was a lot happier. However, when Yan Xi Ying sometimes watched the three of them play, Dongfang Rui's troubled appearance would still leave a deep impression on him. The young Eastern Rui might feel that her position in her father's heart was inferior to those flowers and plants, so there were many times when Dongfang Rui would try to use her silence to gain the Eastern Hawk's attention. However, there was one thing that made Yan Xi very curious. Every time Dong Fang Rui came to the Wangyou Valley, Yan Xi Ying and Dong Fang Ying would take her for a stroll deep in the mountains.

Mist curled up and hovered over the top of a few grass halls, as if they were the best evidence for an immortal to soar into the clouds and arrive at the Wangyou Valley. Ye Wen Han looked back at Dongfang Rui's room. The door was tightly shut. Was she awake? Ye Mo Han stepped into the stone array and left the Wangyou Valley. When would he be able to return? That was an unknown fact. If the Jade Pavilion did not perish, Ye Mo Han himself would not have the face to return here. Perhaps, Yan Xi Ying would be able to help Eastern Rui flatten her rebellion and regain her position as Thousand Poisons Sect's Sect Leader.

Ye Mo Han pressed down Yan Xi Ying's finger mark and walked towards the depths of the stone array. Since he had decided to leave, he could be reluctant to leave, but he could not affect his pace. Fortunately, Yan Xi Ying had explained in detail about how many steps he had taken to turn left, how many steps he had taken to turn right, all in detail told Ye Mo Han. It didn't take him long to walk out of the first stone array. What followed was the second stone array. This stone array was twice as large as the first one, so Ye Mo Han followed Yan Xi Ying Ying's instructions and walked 100 steps to the right, 1000 steps to the right, and then 800 steps ? After exiting the second stone array, Ye Mo saw the words' Wangyou Valley 'and the waterfall in the distance. Upon seeing the waterfall for the first time, it caused Ye Wen to be reminded of that massive torrent at the bottom of Wild Goose Peak. Ye Mo Han interrupted his thoughts. When he looked at the three words' Wangyou Valley ', he felt extremely powerful. It was obvious that the sculptor had a profound inner force. Could it be Dongfang Ying or Yan Xi Ying?

Ye Mo Han left the Wangyou Valley through the narrow crevices in the stone, and followed Yan Xi Ying's instructions to leave the deep mountains that covered the valley. Ye Mo Han would occasionally use his flying skills, and when he was tired, he would stop to rest for a while, before madly running away. When he came out of the mountains, the trees were cold and the trees were moving south. When he reached the mountains, he saw smoke and houses in the south. Ye Mo Han continued to walk towards the south. Two hours later, he arrived at the house he had seen on the mountain. There were a dozen or so families and all of them looked dilapidated. Only one family's house was built better than the others', and this one had a small courtyard. Judging from the construction and comparison of the houses, the owner of this house should have quite a bit of prestige amongst the dozen or so families. Ye Mo Han intended to stay there. After all, the wealthier families wouldn't mind adding another set of chopsticks.

Just as he walked into the courtyard, Ye Mo heard someone arguing inside. After knocking on the courtyard door, he saw that it was opened by an elderly peasant woman. Her face was filled with panic as she glanced at Ye Mo Han. She then turned around and headed to the kitchen to busy herself. A boorish voice sounded, "It must be Special Envoy Zhou and the others."

Ye Mo Han had heard this voice before, it belonged to the red-faced man from the Thousand Poisons Sect who had besieged Dongfang Rui the other day. He hadn't thought that he would be here, and from the sound of it, it seemed like there was a group of people coming to reunite with him. Ye Mo walked into the courtyard. He wanted to help Eastern Rui get rid of these people.

In the spacious yard, four people were sitting at a rectangular table. On the table, there were two cooked chickens and a dozen or so steamed buns. These must be the best food in this village. Among those four people, one of them was red-faced and the other one was bald. Each of them had a broken arm. The four of them looked at Ye Mo Han who was walking over, and all of them glared at him. Ye Mo's cold gaze seemed to have disappeared.

"Kid, get out." The red-masked man shouted angrily at Ye Mo Han. The bald man took out a waist knife and inserted it into a steamed bun on the table. The bald man lifted his waist knife, and there were three steamed buns on it. The bald man ate a steamed bun in one gulp. As he ate, the bald man glared fiercely at Ye Mo Han, as if he was chewing on Ye Mo Han.

Ye Mo Han walked towards the four of them. The bald man stood up, took down the remaining steamed bun, and threw it on the table. As he walked towards Ye Wen, he mumbled to himself, "This kid must be f * cking crazy. When your grandfathers failed, they took your blood and mixed it with wine to dispel the bad luck. "

The bald man leaped up like a tiger, his arms outstretched and the blade at his waist slanted. He was now facing Ye Wen's throat. His actions were done in one go, and it was fast and accurate. The other three cheered him on. However, the cheers didn't last long before they stopped as the bald man's body fell to the ground. The bald man's blade stabbed into his own chest. Due to the contact with the ground, there was not a single hilt. The tip of the blade faintly peeked out from his back.

The three of them did not even manage to see what method Ye Mo Han used to kill their companion, and cold sweat had already begun to trickle down from their foreheads. The red faced man coughed, as if he was stabilizing his emotions. "If our brothers were to pass by here and offend you in any way, please do not blame us."

The peasant woman who had entered the kitchen did not stick her head out. Perhaps she was too busy cooking to know what was going on outside. Ye Mo Han said to the red-faced man: "How many people did the Thousand Poison Sect's Special Envoy Zhou bring?"

When they heard that Ye Chanhan knew of his identity, they were extremely shocked. The red masked man's expression became even more unnatural as he stammered, "What joke is this? We have never heard of the Thousand Poison Sect. You must be mistaken."

Ye Wen exerted strength into his cold feet and stepped on the bald man's corpse. The force of the saber at his waist directly passed through his body. Ye Wen Han held onto the bloody blade, and in a flash, he appeared between the two broken arms of the Thousand Poisons Sect disciples. His left hand gripped the throat of one of them, and his right hand placed the blade on the shoulder of the other person who had lost an arm. The two of them had already lost their arms, and now that they were trapped by Ye Mo Han, they did not dare to move. Ye Mo Han glared at the red-faced man. "Are you really not from the Thousand Poisons Sect?"

The red-masked man shook his head.

With a 'kacha' sound, the throat of the armed man standing on Ye Wen Han's left hand was crushed, and he silently fell down.

"I am." "The person on the shoulder was already trembling. Having lost an arm, he was very afraid that he would lose his life again." Envoy Zhou has brought nine people, and this is number two in my school. " Before he could finish, the red-faced man had already inserted a pair of chopsticks into his throat. Ye Mo Han did not stop him because his goal was to kill all four of them. After the severed arm man's throat was stabbed into the chopsticks, Ye Mo Han's blade also flew towards the red-faced man's head.