A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)
Chapter 984 Your UnfiIial Great Grandson, Chu Tian-Fan, Is...

"Yes, Father. I'll do as you say," said Chu Qi-Tian fearfully before he left and continued the search for Ye Fan's body.

"Hold on, there's something else." Chu Zheng-Liang summoned Chu Qi-Tian back into the room after he remembered something.

"What other instructions do you have, Father?"

After a long moment of silence, the man spoke.

"We must exercise the utmost caution.

When you return, inform everyone working for the Chu family to keep an eye out for anyone who's appeared from nowhere and is called Chu Tian-Fan."

"But..." Confusion filled Chu Qi-Tian's eyes when he heard his father's instructions. Before he could raise any questions, Chu Zheng-Liang barked fiercely.

"Don't ask any questions. Just do as you're told! We must be prepared for everything if we want our great plans to succeed."

With a wave of his hand, Chu Zheng-Liang sent Chu Qi-Tian away. It was obvious that he wasn't interested in continuing the conversation.

Peace and quiet descended upon the study once again.

Throughout their entire conversation, Chu Qi-Tian had not noticed the shadow hidden in the dark behind his father. It had been guarding Chu Zheng-Liang silently like his second shadow. The man's voice rang out from the darkness.

"Master, aren't you being excessively cautious? Third Young Master has a point. No one could have survived under those conditions."

Chu Zheng-Liang simply shook his head. "You're right. No one ordinary could have survived. But Chu Tian-Fan is no ordinary man. He rose from poverty and from the lowest rung on the ladder, climbed his way up and became a supreme grandmaster. He got his name in the Sky Ranking.

Ordinary rules do not apply to him. He'll become a huge threat if he manages to survive. That is why I cannot rest easy unless I see his dead body with my own eyes."

Chu Zheng-Liang made his way to the window as he spoke.

Darkness loomed outside and was filled with the howls of wintry winds.

The next day, after receiving Chu Zheng-Liang's orders, every man across the world who was working for the Chu family started to keep an eye out for anyone who went by the name of Chu Tian-Fan. Chu Zheng-Liang was a cautious name who never went without a backup plan.

He intended to have Chu Qi-Tian continue with his search for Ye Fan's body.

In addition, he made plans for the possibility that Ye Fan had survived the attack.

If he had survived, then Chu Zheng-Liang would have no choice but to kill him a second time.

Of course, he had to find Ye Fan first.

Meanwhile, somewhere in Jiangdong, a young man was hobbling down the streets of a remote little town. With his disheveled hair and dirtied clothes, he looked like a beggar who was having trouble walking. Everyone who passed him threw disgusted glances at him and kept their distance.

No one saw the bright and fierce eyes that were hidden under his messy hair.

They shone as brightly as stars in the night!

"Life's hard. We should help each other out if we can."

There would always be a few kindhearted folks in every small town.

An old farmer who had just returned from the farms saw how terrible the young man looked and felt sorry for him. He bought a few steaming buns from a stall on the street and handed the buns to the young

man.

The young man appeared oblivious to his gift.

His feet never stopped. In fact, he hadn't spared the old man a single glance.

One could spot the pride exuding from him from miles away.

"You're going to be chewing on grass when you starve later. Serves you right for not taking food when it's given to you. Fine, you've got guts. You don't accept donations. Starve then! I hope the hunger kills you!" The old man was livid.

His well-intentioned gesture had been spurned and met with ingratitude instead.

He couldn't believe it. A beggar had refused his help.

"You should've minded your own business, Wang."

"There's a reason why some people are poor."

"People like him don't deserve your sympathy."

The town residents around him shook their head as they eyed the young man with scorn and mockery.

Amongst them was a young woman who did neither. Her eyes followed the man as he walked away. They shimmered with a strange, bright light.

Her instincts told her that a passionate and resolute soul hide underneath the mop of disheveled hair and dusty clothes.

"He's not an ordinary man," murmured the young woman.

The man remained silent and oblivious to the looks that the crowd threw him.

He held onto a bamboo stick and very slowly and painfully made his way forward.

His steps might be unsteady but he never gave up.

He persisted like a moth towards the flame, moving stubbornly and single-mindedly towards the place that he had to be.

The countless thorns sunk deep in his feet didn't seem to bother him at all. Neither did the long, difficult and seemingly endless journey ahead of him.

The young girl was stunned by the sight before her. It was incredulous.

Her curiosity was piqued. She wondered where the young man was headed. What kind of place would drive him to travel vast stretches of land and roam the lands like a homeless nomad? The man walked into the distance and gradually disappeared from the young woman's line of sight.

After leaving the small town, the man headed for a mountain in the vicinity.

On the small mountain sat a huge and sprawling mansion. It crouched on the mountain like a mighty beast gazing upon the skies and lands that stretched into the distant horizon.

Before the young man realized where he was, he had arrived at the doorstep of the ancient mansion.

He had taken hours, walking from noon till evening, to reach the end of the path that had only spanned a hundred meters.

Then, he collapsed in a heap before the door whilst all covered in blood.

Before he lost complete and utter consciousness, he looked up and stared at the house that he had not stepped into for ten years. His eyes fell on the plaque and the bright red "Chu" written on it, and the sight of that opened the floodgates that had held his emotions back all this while. Despite his stubborn stoicism, he couldn't stop himself.

Tears streamed down his cheeks instantly.

He struggled to raise his arm then, before using everything that he had to rap his knuckle on the door that had withstood the passing of a century.

"Great grandmother...your unfilial great grandson, Chu Tian-Fan, is back..."

What an incredible string of words, where layers of sorrow unfolded to reveal joy and layers of despair peeled away to reveal hope.

This disheveled young man was Ye Fan, the man who had supposedly died days ago.

Chu Zheng-Liang had not managed to kill him at sea.

Through sheer will and the aid of his Dragon God Body, Ye Fan had survived Chu Zheng-Liang's attack.

Then, he had turned the overwhelming force of Chu Zheng-Liang's blow to his advantage and escaped.

His return to China had been arduous and

difficult.

Even though he had escaped with his life, he had suffered severe injuries.

Without his training of his Dragon God Body, he wouldn't have survived until now after escaping from Chu Zheng-Liang.

Fortunately, the heavens were on his side.

He had made his way out of Japan and back to China alive.

The Chu family had cast him and his mother out when he had been a child, removed his name from the family clan's records and cut off all ties with him and his mother.

Yet Ye Fan couldn't forget the fact that he was still a descendant of the Chu family.

Sometimes, he would still introduce himself as Chu Tian-Fan.

Why? You might ask.

Because of the old lady in the old Chu

family home, that was why.