I'm only one year old, what the heck is a Overturning System?!

Chen Yi also enjoyed the peace.

If he showed up, it would only attract more onlookers, a loss outweighing the gain.

No choice.

"The world recognizes the gentleman," is not just a quest, but truly a name known throughout the world.

Not only is his moniker "Little Sword Immortal" renowned, but also due to the "Heavenly Pride List," his appearance is well-known throughout the lands.

Especially within the Wei Dynasty's realm, many disciples and heirs of sects, martial families, and academies regard him as a target.

Some wish to replace him, while others admire him, and still, more support him like the senior sisters from Dan Peak Mountain.

"Too much fame really is a headache..."

At this moment, Kyoto Prefecture was much busier than on ordinary days.

Apart from the Imperial City, the nine gates under the high walls to the east, west, and south were all wide open, with people coming and going, even causing a bit of congestion.

The outbound queues were better, almost without inspection.

But the inflow of people and vehicles far surpassed the usual, leaving the City Guards responsible for the garrison overwhelmed.

"Everyone take out your identity documents!"

"Especially those few in the back looking fierce and menacing, stop the damn staring, I'm talking to you!"

"Those here for business, open your carriages for inspection! If we find contraband, watch your heads!"

Chen Yuan and Chen Ke followed the queue, calmly passing the City Guard's inspection and paying the entry toll to enter Kyoto Prefecture.

Chen Yuan looked at the towering Vermilion Bird Gate in the distance; the thronging crowd couldn't block his view, inducing a moment of trance in him.

Fourteen years.

It had been fourteen years since he left Kyoto Prefecture at three years old and now returned at seventeen.

The blurry memory of Vermilion Bird Street began to merge with the scene before him, spawning a sense of familiarity.

"Over there is Kyoto Academy, and to the southeast corner is Dakong Temple."

Vaguely, he could hear the bell chimes coming from Dakong Temple and seemed to smell a whiff of sandalwood.

Those passing by saw the two men pausing and showed impatience on their faces, muttering about bumpkins from the countryside, and walked around them.

But some Jianghu Guests recognized Chen Yuan, as his silver-white long hair was too eye-catching.

"That's the fifth on the Earthly List, Absolute Blade Chen Yuan?"

"True to his name, his look is as cold as his blade."

"At this event, he's also a contender for first place; the odds issued by Moon Viewing Tower put his chance of winning at thirteenth place."

"Oh? Why not fifth?"

"Little brother, you must be joking. Surely, you don't think that those not on the 'Heavenly Pride List' are not considered Heavenly Prides?"

"Not to mention, in the Kyoto Academy other than Xie Dongan, there's also a descendant of a Saint, especially that Wang Yang, who is a disciple of the Great Master."

"Even though his name isn't on the 'Heavenly Pride List,' no one dares to underestimate him."

"Plus, there's the Sword God Mr. Dongfang's direct disciple, Liu Lang, whose Sword Dao Talent is said to rival the 'Little Sword Immortal'."

"Then why aren't these people on the 'Heavenly Pride List'?"

"It's said that they've just completed their studies and come down from the mountain and have not roamed the martial world yet. Perhaps in time, their names will appear on the 'Heavenly Pride List'."

"..."

Chen Ke quietly observed Chen Yuan's expression and asked in a low voice: "Mr. Yuan, are you going to the Duke Wu'an Mansion first, or..."

Chen Yuan came back to his senses and calmly said: "To Duke Jingye Mansion."

"Do you want to see the Old Marquis first?" Chen Ke couldn't help but suggest:

"The Miss misses you deeply, why not visit the Duke Wu'an Mansion to see her first, then choose another day to visit the Old Marquis?"

Chen Yuan ignored him and immediately started walking along Vermilion Bird Street towards the north.

Seeing this, Chen Ke felt a chill in his heart.

On the way back, he had certain ominous premonitions from observing Chen Yuan's actions.

Especially after Chen Yuan ordered the "Hidden Dragon Seed" to assassinate Chen Yi, he was sure there was no turning back between Chen Yuan and the Old Marquis.

If not for his efforts at mediation, those Hidden Dragon Seeds that had managed to grow would have likely met their demise under Chen Yi's sword.

After all, the strongest among them were only at the Fourth Grade Spirit Aperture Realm.

Such realm of cultivation couldn't even withstand a single stroke of Chen Yi's sword.

Sending them to assassinate the "Little Sword Immortal" was no different from sending them to their deaths.

However, this also made Chen Ke realize that the rift between Chen Yuan and the Old Marquis was probably irreparable, much like that between Zhou Wanyi and the Old Marquis.

With this thought,

Chen Ke sighed inwardly, helplessly followed Chen Yuan, and headed towards Duke Jingye Mansion.

Before long, Chen Yuan stood under a pair of red double doors with an ancient plaque hanging under the doorway inscribed with the words — Zhou Residence.

Chen Ke stepped forward to knock on the door. The doorkeeper opened a crack, and upon seeing him, smiled widely and said:

"Old steward, you're finally back."

"Mm, is the Old Master inside?" Chen Ke pushed open the grand gate, asking the man while respectfully inviting Chen Yuan inside.

Seeing the silver-white long hair, the doorman took a closer look and said softly:

"The Old Master is in the backyard, hasn't left there for five days."

Chen Ke wanted to inquire further but saw Chen Yuan already walking toward the backyard, prompting him to quickly follow.

"Mr. Yuan, how about I go to the backyard and report first? The Old Marquis will certainly be delighted to know you've returned."

Chen Yuan said coldly: "He will be even more delighted if I go there myself."

"But..."

"Old steward, are you trying to stop me?"

"I dare not!" Chen Ke startled for a moment and stepped aside, bowing his head.