When Ji Shiyou was fifteen, he had been a hostage in the Wu Man Kingdom for three years.
As he grew older, he thought more and more.
He knew clearly that he had no future.
His so-called father, the Emperor of Lang Yue Kingdom, had completely abandoned him.
He had even forgotten about him, as he had been in the Wu Man Kingdom for three years.
Lang Yue Kingdom had never sent a letter, not even an official document.
Thinking about his situation in the Wu Man Kingdom, a prince had to rely on the young Ming Yue to protect himself.
Without Ming Yue, even eating and sleeping would be a problem.
Even though he was weak and defenseless, when he was bullied by others.
He still needed Ming Yue to stand up for him, which severely wounded Ji Shiyou's pride.
Thinking that he, a man, had no hope for his career and lived in poverty.
Relying on a little girl for protection, Ji Shiyou made a decision.
He didn't want to live anymore and decided to end his life.
On a dark and windy night, Ji Shiyou took advantage of Dong Nan's sleep.
He left the city alone and climbed to She Shen Cliff, which was thousands of feet high outside the city.
As he closed his eyes and jumped off She Shen Cliff.
He felt no fear in his heart; instead, he felt liberation.
Everything was over. If there was an afterlife, he did not want to be a royal descendant again.
He wished to be an ordinary person, with loving parents, and harmonious siblings.
To have the warmth of a home, and the family affection he had never experienced in this life.
Feeling his body falling rapidly, Ji Shiyou bid farewell to this world in his heart.
In fact, he was only bidding farewell to Ming Yue, the only person he was reluctant to leave in this world.
That innocent, always happy.
The little girl with a laugh like a silver bell, she was his whole world.
"Ming Yue, goodbye!
May you always be happy!
Farewell!"
Ji Shiyou thought silently in his heart, his mind full of Ming Yue's smiling face.
At this moment, Ji Shiyou felt something was wrong.
His body stopped falling and was flying upwards.
Before he could understand what was happening, he felt his feet land.
He opened his eyes and found himself standing on She Shen Cliff again.
"What's so unbearable that you want to die?
You're not afraid of death, so what else are you afraid of?
If you're a man, you shouldn't compromise with fate.
Strive to become stronger. Only when you are strong.
Can you make those who look down on you submit to your feet?
Only then will you have the ability to kill those who bully you.
And only then can you protect the most important person in your life."
A man's voice came from behind Ji Shiyou.
He turned his head and saw a man with a thin and refined face.
With his arms crossed, he leaned against a withered tree by the cliff.
The man looked to be in his thirties or forties. His blue robe was puffed up by the mountain wind, making him look like an immortal.
His black hair was casually tied up on his head and secured with a wooden hairpin.
A lock of hair hanging down from his forehead was as white as winter snow.
The contrast between black and white made the black hair appear darker and the white hair whiter.
"You saved me. Are you an immortal?
Can you take me as your disciple and teach me skills?"
Looking at the immortal-like man in front of him, Ji Shiyou suddenly knelt down.
Although he was young, he knew that it must have been this man in the blue robe.
Who had saved him from the thousand-foot She Shen Cliff. His skills must be extraordinary.
The words of the man in the blue robe had moved him.
He wanted everyone who looked down on him to bow down to him.
He wanted to kill everyone who had bullied him. Most importantly, he wanted to protect Ming Yue.
He no longer wanted to die; he wanted to become stronger.
From now on, just as Ming Yue protected him, he would protect Ming Yue for a lifetime.
Ji Shiyou, as if divinely inspired, instinctively felt that the man in the blue robe before him could help him.
So he knelt on the ground, begging the man in the blue robe to take him as a disciple.
"Hahaha! It was worth my traveling thousands of miles to Wu Man and staying by your side for two years.
You have good bones, intelligence, and destiny!
You can become my disciple, but you must agree to three conditions. Can you do it?"
Seeing Ji Shiyou kneeling on the ground, the man in the blue robe laughed heartily.
"Master, I offer you three bows.
As long as I can become stronger, let alone three conditions.
Even thirty, I will agree."
The young Ji Shiyou, who only wanted to become stronger, readily agreed without hesitation.
Later, he learned that this man in the blue robe was called Qing Lan Shang Ren.
He had been observing Ji Shiyou from the shadows for two years.
His purpose was to take him as a disciple. He had originally planned to observe him for three years.
Seeing Ji Shiyou attempt suicide by jumping off the cliff today, he finally appeared and saved Ji Shiyou.
His three conditions were: first, Ji Shiyou was not allowed to reveal his identity to the outside world.
Second, Ji Shiyou was not allowed to ask about his origins or past.
Third, if Ji Shiyou became his disciple, he would be at his command.
As long as he gave an order, Ji Shiyou had to execute it unconditionally.
Thus, even Ming Yue and Dong Nan did not know.
Qing Lan Shang Ren taught Ji Shiyou on She Shen Cliff for five years.
He taught him everything from astronomy and geography to literary and military strategy, military formations, and the art of ruling.
Ji Shiyou was also able to learn by analogy and apply it to other cases.
No matter what Qing Lan Shang Ren taught, Ji Shiyou could quickly grasp and master it.
Even profound martial arts that others needed to cultivate for ten or twenty years, Ji Shiyou could master in a day, achieving rapid progress.
After five years, Qing Lan Shang Ren announced that Ji Shiyou had completed his training.
He said he had nothing more to teach him and then departed gracefully.
Although Qing Lan Shang Ren did not allow Ji Shiyou to inquire about his origins, they had spent five years together.
Ji Shiyou could still guess some clues and was almost certain of his master's identity.
He had accidentally seen a blood-red wolf head tattoo on Qing Lan Shang Ren's right chest.
In the entire Tian Xuan Continent, only the people of Tian Lang Kingdom.
Worshipped the wolf god and used the wolf as their totem.
They tattooed wolves on their bodies, praying for the wolf god's protection, but most of them were blue.
There were only two people qualified to have a red wolf head tattooed on their bodies.
One was the Emperor of Tian Lang, and the other was the leader of the Bloodthirsty Hall.
The Emperor of Tian Lang Kingdom ascended the throne at the age of six and was now less than twenty years old.
Therefore, Ji Shiyou deduced that his master.
Qing Lan Shang Ren, was likely the leader of the Bloodthirsty Hall of Tian Lang Kingdom.
Now that people from the Bloodthirsty Hall had appeared in Yue City.
Ji Shiyou thought of his master, Qing Lan Shang Ren.
It also filled his heart with a deep sense of unease.
Regarding foreign spies, Dong Nan dared not delay and quickly arranged for the Imperial Guards.
Ji Shiyou and the other two waited at Cen Ci's house. None of them spoke.
Ji Shiyou stood in the courtyard, his brows furrowed, as if facing an unsolvable problem.
Yan Yu's expression was dazed, still immersed in the grief of her brother's death.
Ming Yue stayed by her side, not knowing how to comfort her.
She could only remain silent and accompany her quietly.
Half an hour later, Dong Nan returned.
He reported that Cen Ci had been apprehended and sent to the palace.
He also stated that Cen Ci was a disguised assassin from the Bloodthirsty Hall.
Ji Shiyou hurriedly led everyone back to the palace to interrogate the fake Cen Ci.
Yan Liu wanted to know about her brother's affairs, so Ming Yue accompanied her to participate in the interrogation.
Only then did they understand that Cen Ci and Madam Han had been killed and replaced six months ago.
Little Tiger had already been dead for many years, so the fake Madam Han did not recognize Yan Liu.
She also knew nothing about Little Tiger.
Therefore, it was the real Cen Ci couple who had tricked Yan Liu out of her family's shop.
As for the cause of Little Tiger's death and where he was buried, it was unknown with the deaths of the Cen Ci couple.
However, evil people are always punished by other evil people. The Cen Ci couple died at the hands of people from the Bloodthirsty Hall.
It could be considered retribution, and Yan Liu had been avenged.
Ming Yue had no interest in the rest and returned to Lan Yue Palace with Yan Liu.
Ji Shiyou was about to continue the interrogation when he suddenly clutched his chest, his face contorted in pain.