TNIBFT -Chapter 233 At My Age, Recovery Isn’t Easy

Old Yang protested to Ye Tian, “Senior Sun is a master. He has his own affairs—doesn’t that seem normal?”

Seeing Ye Tian looking at him, Old Yang became more animated. “Master, if Senior Sun takes action, forget about a Grandmaster—ten Grandmasters together wouldn’t stand a chance. They’d all end up dead at our hands.”

“This time, when we go to save people, you have to take me along.”

Old Yang patted his chest, looking at Ye Tian earnestly.

Ye Tian had just become city lord; this was the perfect time to make achievements. With Sun Wuji also going, the whole thing was a guaranteed win—only a fool wouldn’t go.

“And besides, I’ve admired Senior Sun for a long time. Even if it’s just holding the horse for him, I’d be happy to do it!” Old Yang’s eyes shone as he rubbed his hands together excitedly.

Ye Tian glanced at him coolly.

Is this flattery?

Sun Wuji isn’t even here—what’s the point of saying all this?

Sycophant!

Seeing that Ye Tian didn’t respond, Old Yang grew even more anxious than him. He bent down and coaxed Ye Shuangxue, “Where’s your master?”

“Everyone’s waiting for him to save people right now.”

Ye Shuangxue looked up at Ye Tian, hesitated, then extended her small index finger toward Sun Wuji’s room on the first floor. She said awkwardly, “I didn’t say Master was in the room.”

“Master said no one could be told.”

Alright then!

Ye Tian turned and started walking toward Sun Wuji’s room. Ye Shuangxue immediately ran up, tugging at his clothes with a small frown. “It wasn’t me who said it!”

“You figured it out yourselves, didn’t you?”

“I’m an honest, trustworthy kid!”

“I know!”

Ye Tian ruffled his daughter’s hair and continued toward Sun Wuji’s room without looking back. Old Yang stood there grinning foolishly, then scooped up the struggling Ye Shuangxue. He said happily, “My girl is such a little imp!”

“When Uncle Old Yang becomes a Grand General, he’ll take you on patrols through the streets every day.”

“Don’t you think that’s impressive?”

“It’s okay,” Ye Shuangxue replied calmly. In her mind, she pictured Uncle Old Yang in full armor…

…and then with his sleazy expression. The image instantly killed her interest.

…

At this moment, Sun Wuji was sleeping soundly in his room.

“Zzz… zzz…”

“Zzz!”

His snoring was earth-shaking.

Ye Tian stood outside the door, listening carefully. Then he could hear Sun Wuji smacking his lips and even talking in his sleep.

If anyone in this book had the highest happiness index, it was definitely Sun Wuji.

His specialty: lying flat, having no desires whatsoever.

Most importantly, the old man never took offense—anyone who made him angry wouldn’t live to see the next day.

“Bang!” A loud crash.

Ye Tian pushed the door open with a hand. The two wooden doors slammed against the walls, rattling back and forth with creaking sounds.

“Creak!”

“Creak!”

“Who’s there?”

“Come out!” Sun Wuji nearly bounced off the bed. His sharp eyes swept the room, but when he saw Ye Tian standing in the doorway, his face fell. Speechless, he flopped back and went straight to sleep again.

He didn’t pay Ye Tian any attention at all.

Hearing Ye Tian’s footsteps approaching, Sun Wuji turned over and continued sleeping with his back to him.

Ye Tian smiled. “Shuangxue says someone claiming to be the strongest in the world has arrived outside the city.”

“Old Sun, are you aware of this?”

The strongest in the world?

Who dares to call themselves that, and I don’t know?

Sun Wuji’s eyelid twitched slightly.

Ye Tian continued, “You really fell asleep? If you’re asleep, I won’t take you. I’ll take Shuangxue to have a look. If it really is the world’s number one, my daughter will have an additional master—that’s not a bad thing. Maybe they’ll even be able to cover for us.”

A master?

Sun Wuji glared, fuming, and puffed out his beard.

Ye Tian didn’t linger after speaking; he turned to leave the room.

“You… you come back here!”

Sun Wuji suddenly sat up on the bed, staring at Ye Tian’s back in a fury. “Did I agree to let my disciple take a master?!”

“The world’s number one?”

Sun Wuji jumped off the bed, hands on his hips, chest heaving with anger. “How dare someone fool my disciple? I’ll twist their head off myself!”

“Let’s go!”

He roared and passed by Ye Tian.

Seeing him with his snowy-white messy hair, Ye Tian felt a twinge of guilt, but rescuing Fang Shenghu first was more important. Sun Wuji had never played by the rules—if you begged him to save someone, it wouldn’t work.

“Why aren’t we leaving yet?”

Impatient, Sun Wuji looked at Ye Tian and continued, “You wanted to see the world’s number one? Old man’s about to show you what the world’s number one really is.”

Sun Wuji was smug.

Ye Tian pretended to be indifferent. “I’d better follow along. If you can’t beat them, I can plead for you. After all, at your age, if you get hit, it’ll be hard to recover those old arms and legs. Don’t you agree?”

Sun Wuji’s face turned red with fury, his eyes practically spitting fire.

He swore to make Ye Tian, that dog, shut his mouth and to show him his true strength.

…

The next day, at Honghekou.

Between two mountains lay a canyon. Its entrance was narrow and winding, flanked by steep cliffs. The rocks on the cliffs were crimson, and a treacherous river ran beyond the canyon’s mouth, hence the name Honghekou.

Sifang City was cold, the ground frozen and snow yet to melt.

Carriages had to have their hooves specially wrapped for travel, so the convoy moved extremely slowly.

Qin Fengyi, dressed in a tight black outfit with chest armor over her top, lay concealed on a hill, quietly waiting for her prey.

The north wind howled, whipping her bangs across her face. Her nose was red, eyes squinting as she scanned the area, the sound of approaching carriages reaching her ears.

Qin Fengyi raised her hand, lowering her voice: “They’re here!”

“Everyone, get ready! Move on my command!”

“Yes!”

Instantly, silence fell again. Everyone held their breath, tense as they awaited orders.

Hidden behind a huge boulder, Qin Fengyi’s eyes were icy as she watched the slowly approaching convoy. Zhao Boping was truly cowardly—he brought over a thousand troops on a single outing. The troops were vast, flags fluttering, scouts at the front, commanders in the middle.

Ironclad guards protected the ornate carriage in the center.

Behind were archers and soldiers, with more than a dozen carriages of varying sizes.

“Lord, Zhao Boping has too many people. Should we wait for the light cavalry?” Nanfeng asked worriedly.

Without looking back, Qin Fengyi focused on the central carriage of the Daliang troops and said calmly, “No need.”

“Follow my orders.”

“When the carriage reaches the canyon entrance, Nanfeng, take your team to encircle from the left and draw off the front ironclad troops. The canyon entrance is the dividing line—cut off their reinforcements as much as possible.”

“Sun Yang, you take your team from the right…”

“I want a swift strike. Take out Zhao Boping. Do not linger in battle. Once Zhao Boping dies, seize the warhorses and leave immediately!”

“Yes!”

None of the team questioned Qin Fengyi’s commands.

Her gaze was resolute, watching the slow-moving carriage. Once Zhao Boping was dead, Ye Tian and the children would be safe. Thinking of her adorable children, Qin Fengyi’s grip on her silver spear tightened instinctively.

The weather shifted suddenly.

The north wind whipped up a heavy snowfall, flakes coating her curled eyelashes. She squinted, noticing movement on a small path below—another team was approaching.

“Boss, there are people!”