A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 1831

The snowy lands seemed endless.

Yet, it was precisely in such a lifeless place, where no traces of life could be detected, that a wooden hut was hidden amidst the snowy plains.

The flame swayed in the wind, chasing the coldness away slowly.

A middle-aged man was sighing sadly beside the flame.

In front of him lay a skinny figure whose face was ghastly pale.

His breathing was so shallow that it was as if he was barely living.

"This b*stard is so embarrassing! Damn it! No matter what, I have to cure you. I must regain my pride.

Otherwise, the ancestors' name will be tarnished."

Shaking his head, the man sighed. He was determined that he would save this rascal no matter what.

It was all for his ego!

"But his injuries are quite severe, huh? It looks like I have to put in a lot of effort."

When the man thought about how much time would need to be wasted on that rascal, he felt a headache coming.

Initially, he thought that since the rascal was so powerful and was even protected by Dragon God, no injuries would be able to threaten his life. However, the severity of his injuries far exceeded the man's expectations.

When he had rescued the rascal, the blood vessels to his heart had already been severed. There was not a hint of life to be detected.

By then, the man had almost given up!

"Luckily, this rascal has the Blue Spirit Jade.

Otherwise, not even a god can save him. You stupid rascal! Be glad that you're so fortunate. I just wonder who gave this jade to him..."

The man fell into deep thought as he stared at the glowingjade.

He remembered that it was the heirloom of the Tang family, one of the Three Families of the Chu Sect.

In fact, the Blue Spirit Jade had a deep connection with Chu Yunyang, the ancestor of the Chu family. There were two jades in total.

One of them was with Chu Yunyang, while the other was given to a woman from the Tang Family as a token.

"Could it be that the girl from the Tang family had given this jade to him? That doesn't sound right... This rascal barely has any interactions with the Tang Family. Why would they give him this heirloom for no reason? Could it be that... No way..."

Upon that thought, a grim look appeared in his face.

"This is horrible. Everything's messed up now. The seniority is all messed up!" scolded the man, feeling so furious that he wanted to beat that rascal up.

This rascal! No one can beat him in catching the fancy of women! It doesn't matter if he was involved with other women. However, he didn't even spare that girl from the Tang family! The seniority has all been messed up!

"I'm going to die from fury, you rascal!"

The man's neck turned red from anger.

However, regardless of how angry he was, he could not possibly ignore the injured man.

"Fine, let's do it. After all, it's my fault for getting myself involved in this. He's such a worrisome person!"

The man sighed, his voice filled with exasperation.

After resting for a while, he started to muster his energy and treat the brat's injuries.

For a moment, golden light filled the wooden hut, and shadows of dragons were reflected on the walls.

Even though the man tried his best to treat the patient's injuries, they were too severe.

After a day, the patient's breathing did not have any improvements.

"D*mn it! It looks like I cannot do anything for the next two years."

Outside the wooden hut, the snow continued falling,

piling up on the ground.

The snow at that place knew no ends, as if it would never stop drifting from the sky.

In these lands, where only snowy plains could be seen, it felt like time had stopped.

Days and months passed, yet the passage of time could not leave a mark on this place at all.

However, despite the tranquility in those snowy terrains, China, which was far away, was embroiled in chaos.

News of War God leaving War God Castle had stunned the martial arts world in China.

Many people, includingthose living in War God's residence, knelt and begged him to return.

However, Ye Qingtian had already made up his mind.

Now that he had lost all hopes for War God Castle, he would naturally never return.

After leaving Mount Yan, War God headed to Jiangdong to pay his respects to Ye Fan.

When people say how highly War God thought of Ye Fan, another wave of discussions about Ye Fan emerged in China's martial arts world.

Some people felt that War God Castle had made a mistake and that China's martial arts world had let Ye Fan down.

It was a wise choice for War God to leave War God Castle, so Sword Saint and the rest could be taught a lesson.

Otherwise, none of the fighters in China would dare to kill any enemies or make any forays outside.

"We should not leave anyone acting for the good of the rest to die. Mr. Chu attacked Chu Sect for himself, his family, and the nation! He was the one who raised China's martial arts world to glory. For the past century, the outsiders have been dominating the top ten ranks of the Sky Ranking, but he broke that record in one fell swoop! When we attend martial arts conferences overseas, the first thing that the foreigners would ask after seeing us is whether a dragon had appeared in China. The top rank of the Sky Ranking almost defeated Chu Sect with his own powers! In the whole of history, Mr. Chu was the only one who could do that. Anyone from China should feel proud whenever they are overseas!"

There were similar opinions shared in the martial artists' discussion forum.

Yet, every single word was packed with impact.

Naturally, most of those defending Ye Fan indignantly were martial artists from Jiangdong.

Apart from that, there were more criticisms thrown toward Ye Fan.

"War God is going overboard. How can he ignore the welfare of the entire nation just for the sake of one person? Chu Tianfan isn't worthy of that! Although he was from China, he never saw himself as part of the nation. He massacred his compatriots on West Lake. When he was at Jiangdong, he viewed War God Castle with disdain. He ignored all laws, all bottom lines, and did not care for his nation... If someone like him exists, it'll be a catastrophe for the entire world!"

"What nonsense! What bulls*t!"

These arguments were plastered all over the discussion forum until a thread suddenly appeared one day.

Its title was, "Chu Tianfan Is Still Alive!"

The moment that thread appeared, all the criticisms online disappeared.

It was obvious that they were afraid.

If Ye Fan were still alive and saw people criticizing him, he would track them down and kill them.

However, they found out that the user was just posting nonsense and riding on the controversy.

"What the f*ck?"

"Can you stop making such jokes in the future? You'd actually kill someone. Chu Tianfan is already dead! How can he still be alive?"

"Yes, is it fun to crack such jokes? Do you wish so badly for him to survive and cause another tragedy at Westlake?"

The quarrels on Martial Artist Forum never ceased.

Time passed slowly amidst such chaos.

Soon, a year passed.

A white figure silently appeared under Mount Yunding.

It was an old hangout, but old acquaintances had already passed away.

Ye Qingtian was filled with nostalgia and sorrow.

Holding two bottles of alcohol, he trekked to the top of Mount Yunding.

Compared to his previous time there, Mount Yunding was much quieter and emptier than before.

The doors and windows were locked shut while weeds grew all over the courtyard.

It was a pathetic sight-the glory days had disappeared, leaving only ruins behind.

The only tidy place on the initially prosperous Mount Yunding was that short tombstone.

"It's been a year, so I've come to visit you. Why are you so foolish? Why must you commit suicide?"

He added, "You rascal. You left without even waiting for me to come out of seclusion. I wanted to exchange a few blows with you. Even now, I still remember the moment when you first revealed your powers. You were simply too dazzling! It's a huge pity that all those glorious days ended up for nothing. It looks like

the heavens are envious of prodigies..."

Ye Qingtian's eyes were bloodshot. Leaning against the tombstone, he sat down and drowned his sorrows in alcohol.