Chapter 544: Chapter 543 Rebirth
Kanagawa.
At the entrance of the ancient villa where the Liu Chuan family resided, the elderly man with a profound gaze continued to flip through a magazine within the guardhouse.
Headlights projected from the base of the mountain, and after a moment, a Mercedes pulled up next to the guardhouse; the rear car door opened, and a man, short as a dwarf, jumped down from the vehicle and hastily approached the guardhouse.
This man was none other than Yamamoto Lov.
He bowed respectfully to the old man stationed in the guardhouse, saying, "Elder."
The old man in the guardhouse maintained his reading posture, his gaze never leaving the book, merely responding with a faint voice.
Yamamoto Lov felt no offense and respectfully said, "Junior has urgent important matters needing to meet with our elder ancestor."
The gaze of the old man within the guardhouse fell upon Yamamoto Lov. Yamamoto’s body shuddered, feeling as if he were being stared at by death from the abyss of Hell, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
"I apologize, elder, but this matter is extremely critical, potentially affecting the stability of the entire Japan Martial World, and even the balance in Penglai," Yamamoto Lov said, his body trembling as he bowed his head.
A flicker of interest flashed through the old man’s eyes, and he said with an "oh," "To think that even the balance of Penglai might be disrupted, that truly is a serious matter indeed."
Yamamoto Lov stood solemnly, replying, "Yes."
"Just wait," the old man said indifferently after glancing at Yamamoto Lov.
Yamamoto Lov was stunned, having assumed the other party would let him in or at least send a message, only to receive such a response.
He looked up in astonishment at the elder who had already redirected his attention back to the magazine, absorbed in reading.
Anxious, Yamamoto Lov paced back and forth; shortly after, he heard the old man’s voice, "The critical moment has arrived, whether or not it succeeds depends on this one move."
Yamamoto Lov was shocked, then overjoyed, "Has... has it almost been successful?"
The old man glanced at him and said no more.
Yamamoto Lov took a deep breath, returned to the car, and immediately had the driver turn off the engine and the lights, as if fearful the slightest sound from the car’s engine might affect a significant event taking place inside the villa.
He sat in the vehicle, his body still trembling uncontrollably.
If this matter succeeded, the Yamamoto family would truly stand tall.
With the Power of the Guardian God, even in Penglai, the Yamamoto family would secure a place.
Hadn’t the girl from the Chiba family been arrogant and presumptuous?
That was just an ordinary Guardian God, yet their own ancestor had awakened the most formidable original ancestor of the Yamamoto family. With this ancestor’s Power of the Guardian God, who in Japan could rival the Yamamoto family in the future?
By then, even the Penglai Immortal Realm would have to pay more attention to the Yamamoto family, even showing them respect.
Inside the villa, Yanagawa Yoshi, with dozens of elite Ninja from the Liu Chuan family, solemnly guarded outside the wooden building.
Seven days prior, their ancestor had admonished him that for the next few days, no matter what happened, they must not disturb the situation inside the building.
Additionally, regardless of any noises from inside the building, those outside were not to enter and disturb, and violators would be executed.
Yanagawa Yoshi and other elite Ninja of the Liu Chuan family had no objections to their ancestor’s orders and were sworn to carry them out to their deaths.
For the first three days, there was no movement in the room, but on the night of the third day, excruciating cries of pain emanated from within.
Even though he was an Upper-level Ninja who had undergone inhumanly rigorous training from childhood, Yanagawa Yoshi still felt a chill that wasn’t from the cold.
He could sense unbearable agony from those cries of pain emitted by the young man who had been rescued from the Western World several months prior.
It seemed not merely physical torment but a deep, soul-crushing destruction and tearing.
The painful screams lasted for exactly three hours before vanishing.
Over the subsequent days and nights, the interior of the building became eerily quiet, as if it had entered a realm of utter silence.
Yet Yanagawa Yoshi and others dared not investigate, nor did they dare even consider using their remarkable hearing to probe, for fear of what might be occurring inside.
All they could do was wait.
Wait for the person inside to come out on their own.
In the process of waiting, their sole duty was to guard this peace, ensuring that no outside forces disturbed the sacred tradition taking place within this wooden building.
Inside the cottage, it was pitch-black.
In the cold winter night, with no lights turned on and no glimmer of moon or starlight, the wooden building seemed to be engulfed by an endless dark abyss.
In the darkness, the body lying on a wooden bed suddenly twitched.
Suddenly, a figure on a cushion nearby also moved slightly.
The figure sitting on the cushion was none other than the clan leader of the Liu Chuan family, Yanagawa Masao.
In the dark of night, Yanagawa Masao’s eyes were fixed intently on the young face on the wooden bed, his gaze filled with eager anticipation, yet a hint of barely noticeable caution was also present.
Even in the endless night, Yanagawa Masao was able to clearly observe the young face on the bed due to his long-term exposure to such environments.
Yanagawa Masao’s gaze then locked onto the area behind the young man’s head.
There lay another person.
An old man.
A skeletal old man, with white hair, deeply sunken eyes, and shriveled skin, as if devoid of flesh.
This old man, whose head lay opposite to that of the young man on the wooden bed, was now completely silent; the last trace of spiritual fluctuation within him had vanished without a trace.
Yanagawa Masao knew that this old friend had thoroughly passed away.
Since his body had died thirty-seven years ago, the old man’s soul and consciousness had also just now completely extinguished from this world.
He had fulfilled his mission!
Many feelings arose in Yanagawa Masao’s heart, and numerous memories with his old friend flashed through his mind.
But these images were fleeting.
Yanagawa Masao’s gaze became solemn as he looked toward the young face.
He had just moved slightly.
It proved he had come back to life.
The Power of the Guardian God had been passed on.
But whether there had been any mishaps was still an unknown.
He stared at the young face with anticipation, quietly keeping vigil.
Time passed, and it seemed as if a glimmer of dawn had entered the dim room.
Faint sounds of crowing and bird calls reached their ears.
The darkest night was broken by the dawn’s early light, the sky showing the pale light of early morning, a faint glimmer appearing in the dim room.
Yanagawa Masao could now see the face clearly as he saw the closed eyes suddenly twitch and then open.
Whew!
A suffocating feeling suddenly arose.
What a terrifying look!
A shiver ran down Yanagawa Masao’s spine, his soul trembling.
A sense of fear, never felt before, welled up.
But as this fear rose, his body began to tremble.
This was not dread, not fear, but excitement, exhilaration.
It was a success!
He had not let down the expectations of the Yamamoto family and had fulfilled the ancestral mission of the Liu Chuan family.
After the cultivation disaster a hundred years ago, the Liu Chuan family became a subsidiary of the Yamamoto family, only able to achieve true independence and freedom by accomplishing their mission.
To this end, the Liu Chuan family had almost vanished from the Japan Martial World but was endlessly toiling overseas, expending countless efforts of the family’s sons.
Now, at last, during his generation, the mission was completed.
This was a momentous occasion.
From now on, the Liu Chuan family would return to the Japan Martial World, and the whole world was about to undergo drastic changes.
With a myriad of thoughts in his mind, Yanagawa Masao excitedly looked at the young face and kneeled to say, "Congratulations on your rebirth, senior!"
The young man, whose eyes had just opened, glanced indifferently at Yanagawa Masao, causing Yanagawa Masao to tremble, feeling as though Death itself was gazing upon him, chilled to the bone.
"You... did well!" the young man said slowly as he stood up, looking down at the old man kneeling at his feet and spoke softly.