A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 808 Undercurrents

In Japan...

Roughly 80 kilometers away from Tokyo, a tall mountain stood erect.

The mountain was so high that it went straight up into the clouds.

The winding mountain range crossed the Shizuoka and Yamanashi prefectures.

From a distance, it resembled a wild beast lying on its belly.

An old man dressed in a long gray robe with white hair sat cross-legged quietly in the mountain.

There was green cypress all over the mountain while a brook gurgled by his feet, and the birds sang sweetly.

A light breeze made his robes flutter gently.

However, the old man didn't move a muscle.

He closed his eyes tightly and breathed

deeply.

And he seemed to be one with nature.

No one knew how long he sat there or what he was doing here.

Beside him, a long sword was pierced into the ground, giving off a threatening glow as sunlight radiated off it.

BOOM!

At this moment, a rumbling sound suddenly came from mid-air.

A helicopter came whizzing over and finally landed on an empty spot nearby.

A young woman dressed in a purple kimono with her long hair scattered behind her shoulders appeared before long.

Her skirt swayed in the wind and revealed her long slender legs under her skirt while her complexion was flawless.

Also, she had an immaculate face, so the woman look like she had just stepped out of a painting.

She looked ethereal.

Even more shocking was that despite her outfit, she didn't seem cold at all.

It was as though the cold gusts of wind was nothing but a summer breeze to her.

The young lady didn't say anything after she arrived.

She only stood next to the old man respectfully with patience.

After the wind stopped gusting, the young lady smiled and said reverently, "In the dead of the winter when everything dies, and only Master is capable of making this place as warm and exuberant as summer. The water keeps running while the birds and insects keep dancing in your space. Judging from your Aoki Sword Technique, you have reached the purest state and succeeded in mastering your art. Congratulations, Master! You will become number one in Japan before long with this sword in hand!" said the girl as she smiled.

Her gentle voice sounded like a pleasant summer breeze.

However, the old man kept sitting there with his eyes closed.

He shook his head and said deeply, "The Aoki Sword Technique is the hardest skill in Sword Shrine. How can it be that easy to succeed? I can't compare to how enlightened Grandmaster Aoki was back in the day. Even then, I will have far fewer opponents from now on."

His words were as sharp as the sheathed sword by his side and sounded proud.

"Oh yes. Do you have any news about Ying-Tian? It has been a month since he went to China. Hasn't he found the body yet?" asked the old man deeply with his eyes closed still.

Something changed in her expression before she replied deeply, "Master, I am here to tell you about this. I recovered the body, but..."

Then she paused for a moment.

The old man frowned. "But what?"

The young woman bit her lip and gritted her teeth before she said, "This body is Ying-Tian senpai's."

What?

The old man hastily opened his eyes at the news.

A bright light flashed across the sky with a swish!

The old man instantly turned to look at the young woman.

"What did you just say? Is Ying-Tian dead? Who killed him?"

The old man spoke calmly without throwing a temper.

But no one knew the emotions that were flooding through his heart beneath his calm exterior.

"Master, someone from the War God Castle sent us the body. I sent people to investigate the matter the moment we received his body. It appears Ying-Tian senpai was killed by that young Chinese man, Ye Fan. He was killed with a single strike to his neck, so he is probably a grandmaster."

After a martial artist became a master and was able to cut gold and jade like a hot knife through butter, he could start his own sect and become a grandmaster!

Grandmasters were like dragons.

In the martial arts circle, anyone who made it to the grandmaster level would definitely be one of the country's most powerful fighters.

However, it wasn't the end of their development.

In reality, even more powerful martial artists existed.

So when the old man found out Ye Fan was already a grandmaster, he wasn't too surprised.

The only thing that shocked him was Ye Fan's age.

"He is only in his early twenties, but already a grandmaster. So he's another young grandmaster, I see. Does this mean other than China's God of War, Ye Qing-Tian, they now have another God of War named Ye Fan?"

Suzumiya Eigetsu could sense the change in her master's mood when the subject of Ye Qing-Tian was brought up.

It seemed her master was still bearing an old grudge.

"Master, don't worry. Ye Qing-Tian is one in a million. Even though Ye Fan is highly accomplished, but the path of martial arts is long and tough. It isn't that easy to become the next Ye Qing-Tian," said Suzumiya Eigetsu softly.

But the old man waved his hand when he heard this nonsense. Then said deeply as he sat on the bluestone tiles, "Finish your story."

"Yes, Master." Suzumiya Eigetsu nodded and continued, "After we received Ying-Tian senpai's body, I immediately checked his wounds. Although he died of a fatal blow to his throat, he already suffered a critical internal injury before that. The other party seems to have used the same method of killing as Demon King Chu! It looks like the Invoke the Celestial Cloud technique from the Chu family!"

CRAACK!

The moment Suzumiya Eigetsu finished her sentence, the bluestone tiles beneath the old man broke without warning.

This particularly cold stone was retrieved from the North Pole.

After being sealed in ice for centuries, it was indestructible!

Now it had suddenly broke.

It was evident that the old man felt emotional.

Suzumiya Eigetsu was caught by surprise.

She asked worriedly, "Master, are you okay?"

The old man waved his hand. "He is just a nobody! Now that my Aoki Sword Technique has improved vastly, even Demon King Chu is no match for me. What is one little brat?

The old man got up slowly, but his breathing became increasingly uneven.

And the sword beside him kept ringing and shaking.

"Since the man who killed both my disciples is such a rare young and talented young grandmaster, I would like to make a trip to China to meet him."

His words sounded threatening, and a cold murderous look radiated from his eyes!