Supreme Cultivation Master

After work, Su Qingxue was busy organizing documents, while Ye Fan took a walk outside. For him, appreciating the beauty of the sunset was a fine choice.

He was a man who drank as if his life depended on it. He went straight to a bar to get drunk, having long grown accustomed to such days of dissipation.

Past betrayals have dampened my spirits. I must uncover the truth of what happened back then. Otherwise, I’ll carry the burden of slaughtering my comrades and being labeled a traitor for the rest of my life. How could I ever be content with that?

Before his rise in the Western World, Ye Fan had a dark history.

He was once the most outstanding captain of Divine Dragon, its most dazzling figure. However, while pursuing agents from the United States, his mission was compromised. He was ambushed. In that battle, Leng Yue, who had been his inseparable partner since they first joined Divine Dragon, perished.

He was the sole survivor. Crawling out from among the corpses, he found himself hunted by Divine Dragon. He later learned that he had been sentenced to death. According to Divine Dragon’s intelligence, he had colluded with the enemy and slaughtered his own teammates, branding him the organization’s greatest traitor.

Whenever he recalled this, Ye Fan would clench his fist so tightly he could have crushed the glass in his hand. This is a disgrace, a crime I can never wash away.

Gradually, he began to regain his composure, and the trembling in his body subsided.

After that incident, he roamed the Western World alone. In less than two years, he had risen to the very top.

He became the King of Heaven, the foremost of the world’s four great Kings. His peer, the Demon Emperor, also hailed from Divine Dragon—a truly powerful organization.

In his memories, he was sent to the Divine Dragon training camp as soon as he was old enough to understand. There, his daily life was one of killing. To survive the training camp, you had to kill everyone around you. It didn’t matter if they were good or bad; all had to die.

From his batch, the only two who made it out alive were him and Leng Yue. They had relied on each other to survive that training camp, a place more brutal than Hell itself.

Leng Yue’s death was the single greatest blow he had ever suffered.

At that moment, tears welled in Ye Fan’s eyes as he whispered, "I’m sorry, Leng Yue. I failed you!"

With that, he raised a glass of clear liquor and downed it in one gulp.

Perhaps only alcohol can numb the pain of that wound, a wound that will never heal. I really don’t want to face it ever again.

His former brothers, his childhood sweetheart—they were all gone. It seemed he lived now only for revenge.

Ye Fan was dizzy from the alcohol. A man can get drunk, but his heart cannot. Though his body was inebriated, his mind remained sober, and the ache in his heart lingered, refusing to fade.

In his stupor, he accidentally knocked over a bottle, smashing it on the floor.

A moment later, a waitress came over to clean the table.

Ye Fan suddenly looked up and saw an unbelievable sight. The resemblance was uncanny. He never imagined two people in the world could look so alike.

"Yue’er," Ye Fan blurted out.

His intense reaction startled the young woman. "S-sir, you’ve had too much to drink," she stammered.

"My name is Luo Ling!"

Ye Fan said again, "You look a lot like a friend of mine. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you."

"No, it’s alright!"

Luo Ling quickly tidied the table and hurried off to another one.

He watched her go. She had a cherubic face and a lively, adorable personality, her voice sweet, magnetic, and enchanting. She was about 1.64 meters tall. In appearance alone, she was the spitting image of Yue’er, though Yue’er’s personality had been more reserved, much like Su Qingxue’s.

He couldn’t believe two such identical people existed. In his drunken haze, he began to mistake Luo Ling for Yue’er.

Luo Ling occasionally glanced back at Ye Fan, sensing he was a man with a story. Though she worked in a nightclub and plenty of men used all sorts of lines to hit on her, she could tell from that one moment that Ye Fan had genuinely mistaken her for someone else.

Just then, she accidentally spilled a drink on another table.

"Are you fucking blind?!" the man at the table roared.

"I’m so sorry, really sorry!" Luo Ling apologized profusely.

Five burly men were seated around the table. With their tattooed arms and thuggish clothes, they were clearly the type to loaf around and cause trouble.

The leader suddenly grabbed Luo Ling. "Sorry isn’t going to cut it," he sneered. "Stay and have a drink with us brothers, and we’ll call it even."

Luo Ling struggled and managed to break free from his grasp, but then all five men stood up, surrounding her. The other customers saw what was happening but quickly looked away, pretending it was none of their business. The onlookers’ hearts were cold; it was impossible for a young girl like Luo Ling not to be terrified.

The bar owner came out and saw the scene. He tried to mediate. "Gentlemen, the young lady didn’t mean any harm. Let her apologize. Can you please let her go?"

"Let her go?" the leader scoffed. "Let me tell you, I’m one of Brother Ying’s men! Who the hell do you think you are? This bar is under his protection. Piss me off, and believe me, I’ll smash this place to pieces!"

The bar owner glanced at Luo Ling, then sighed and shook his head, backing away. He wasn’t getting involved. No one dared to offend Chen Ying, especially after the fall of the Black Tiger Society, as there was no one left to keep him in check.

"Don’t worry, little sister," the leader cooed, reaching out to caress Luo Ling’s face. "I’ll be very gentle."

Luo Ling instinctively slapped him across the face. She was instantly horrified—she had acted purely out of self-preservation.

"You fucking bitch! You dare to hit me?!" the man raged. "Brothers, get her!"

The group of men lunged at Luo Ling.

"AHH!" she screamed.

But at that moment, the thoroughly drunk Ye Fan moved. He smashed a wine bottle over the leader’s head.

"AAARGH!" the man screamed in agony.

One of his eyes was blinded, blood gushing from the wound. The remaining men charged at Ye Fan. Though he was swaying on his feet, his reactions were lightning-fast.

He caught another man’s punch, and with a light tug, the man’s arm snapped.

The others swarmed him together, but Ye Fan sent them flying one by one with a single kick each, leaving them all groaning on the ground.

Luo Ling clung to Ye Fan, trembling with fear.

The other patrons were stunned. They couldn’t believe someone would dare to attack Chen Ying’s men. It was a bold move, but surely a foolish one. Chen Ying was the undisputed tyrant of Jiangning; who would dare defy him?

The patrons scrambled to leave, afraid of getting caught in the crossfire. But when they reached the door, they froze and quickly retreated.

Ignoring the men moaning on the floor, Ye Fan gently pushed aside Luo Ling’s tousled hair. "Are you alright?"

"I-I’m fine! We have to go, now! They’re Chen Ying’s men!" Luo Ling, a simple girl working in a nightclub, knew exactly who Chen Ying was. She tugged at Ye Fan’s arm, desperate to flee.

Ye Fan replied, "Chen Ying? In my eyes, he and his men are nothing but a bunch of ants."

Just then, a group of men carrying axes stormed in from outside. They were undoubtedly Chen Ying’s men, having arrived just moments after Ye Fan had taken down the first group. Someone had tipped them off. Ye Fan shot a harsh glare at the bar owner, who was shivering so violently he could barely hold his phone. But it couldn’t be helped; with Chen Ying’s men getting beaten in his bar, the blame would fall on him. He had made the call to absolve himself of any responsibility.

Dozens of men swarmed in, completely blocking the exits of the small bar.

The faces of the patrons inside turned deathly pale. Luo Ling was terrified.

Ye Fan looked at her and said reassuringly, "Don’t be afraid. I’m here."

Seeing the confidence in his eyes, Luo Ling felt an unprecedented sense of security wash over her.

Then, Chen Ying arrived.

"Someone dares to lay a hand on my men?" he boomed. "I’d like to see who’s got the balls to be so arrogant!"

Hearing Chen Ying’s voice, everyone’s scalp tingled. The nightclub regulars knew that whenever Chen Ying personally got involved, things turned bloody. They were certain that Ye Fan and Luo Ling were about to be butchered and fed to the dogs.

Chen Ying appeared, swaggering through the crowd with an axe in his hand. He had been living it up at a nearby club when he got the call that his men had been beaten even after dropping his name. He came to see who this person was.

However, when he saw the unsteady figure of the man standing in the center of the room, his mocking expression instantly froze. His face contorted from arrogance to sheer terror, and the axe slipped from his nerveless fingers, clattering to the floor.

The patrons huddled in the corners watched in utter confusion. What was Chen Ying doing?

Ye Fan turned to face him and pointed a finger at the men on the ground. "I’m the one who beat them. Are you going to chop me up?"

Instantly, Chen Ying dropped to his knees.

The entire bar was in shock. Was this the same formidable Chen Ying? The tyrant of Jiangning was on his knees. They rubbed their eyes, and when they confirmed it wasn’t a hallucination, they nearly suffocated from the shock.

"I-I didn’t realize it was you, Sir," Chen Ying stammered. "I’m so sorry."

Luo Ling was just as shocked. She never expected this melancholy man to not only be a formidable fighter but also someone who could make the fearsome Chen Ying kneel in terror.

"The person you should be apologizing to is her, not me," Ye Fan stated. "I’m a reasonable man. Why don’t you first ask your men what they did just now?"

Chen Ying trembled. "Sir, it doesn’t matter what they did! Starting tonight, they will no longer exist in this world! Please, spare my life, Sir! I will provide you with generous compensation!"

He remembered Luo Yazhi’s warning: this was the man who had made Black Tiger and all his subordinates vanish from the face of the earth overnight.