Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 298: Merely Ants

Chapter 298: Chapter 298: Merely Ants

Therefore, in Dong Jianfang’s view, the reason Yang Tian could command such respect from Silver Wolf must surely be because of the powerful forces behind Yang Tian.

But if what Yan Baizi said was true—that if Silver Wolf truly targeted Yang Tian and killed all of them—then even if Yang Tian had a colossal background, it wouldn’t matter!

Seeing Dong Jianfang’s face change dramatically, Yan Baizi’s eyes flashed with a trace of satisfaction, evidently proud of the idea he’d just come up with.

He continued speaking to Silver Wolf, "Lord Silver Wolf, if you’re unwilling to take action, then leave it to me. I guarantee he’ll disappear without a trace..."

"Courting death!"

Before the words even finished, Silver Wolf moved in an instant.

However, contrary to what the crowd expected, he didn’t strike at Yang Tian. Instead, he swiftly seized Yan Baizi’s throat, his entire body exuding murderous intent.

The overwhelming killing intent sent shivers down the spines of Yan Baizi’s subordinates, rendering them too terrified to move a muscle.

Toss Mr. Yang, who commands international reverence, into the ocean? Make him disappear without a trace?

For Yan Baizi to speak so recklessly in front of Mr. Yang—this wasn’t just a death wish; it could even implicate Silver Wolf himself.

If not for Blood Kill’s strict orders forbidding harm to mission issuers, Silver Wolf would likely have snapped Yan Baizi’s neck by now.

As for Yan Baizi, despite his knowledge of the existence of an Innate Martial King, this was his first time experiencing Silver Wolf’s killing intent up close. It frightened him to the point that he was trembling all over, nearly losing control over his body.

Among everyone present, only Yang Tian maintained his usual expression. With a calm and indifferent demeanor, he watched everything unfold as if it were of no consequence.

Seeing that he had sufficiently intimidated Yan Baizi, Silver Wolf casually flicked him aside. Then, cupping his hands respectfully, he turned to Yang Tian and said, "Mr. Yang, Blood Kill has explicit orders forbidding the killing of mission issuers during the mission. Could you allow him to live for now? If not, once I return and cancel the mission, I’ll personally eliminate him and everyone connected to him on your behalf!"

*Gasp!*

Just because of a few words from Yan Baizi, not only would he be killed, but even everyone associated with him?

For Yang Tian to inspire such fear in Silver Wolf—what kind of existence was this?

No matter what the crowd speculated, their attention immediately turned to Yang Tian, waiting for his response.

"Forget it! He’s just an insignificant ant."

Without even glancing at Yan Baizi, Yang Tian slowly rose to his feet, looked at Han Ruxue, and said with a smile, "Thank you for your invitation. Now that I’ve obtained what I came for, it’s time I take my leave."

Saying this, Yang Tian picked up the sandalwood box containing the purple vine and strode toward the exit of the banquet.

Wherever he walked, everyone instinctively stepped aside, making way for him.

As Yang Tian carried the box, neither Dong Jianfang, the owner of the purple vine, nor any of the guests who had come to witness it dared spare it another glance.

After all, the moment Silver Wolf handed the box over to Yang Tian with both hands, its contents ceased to belong to anyone else. It was now solely Yang Tian’s.

Silver Wolf, meanwhile, remained in a posture of cupped hands and a bowed head, personally seeing Yang Tian off. Only when Yang Tian had left did he let out a deep breath and collapse into a chair, his legs trembling slightly.

Though Silver Wolf was powerful, at best he was merely an Innate Martial Artist just shy of the Legendary Realm.

To face someone like the God of Killing, Yang Tian, and remain standing—that was already his best effort.

Witnessing this, the crowd became even more awestruck.

But Han Ruxue, having come here with Yang Tian, managed to overcome her initial fear of Silver Wolf out of curiosity. After steadying herself slightly, she cautiously asked, "S-Silver Wolf, Mr. Yang... is he... very strong?"

"Strong? That’s an understatement!"

Silver Wolf’s brow furrowed but, upon realizing it was Han Ruxue—who had been sitting alongside Yang Tian—his expression softened somewhat.

To Silver Wolf, the fact that Yang Tian hadn’t kept anything from Han Ruxue showed he didn’t mind her knowing his identity.

Thus, he replied, "Miss Han, you’re truly fortunate to have gained Mr. Yang’s favor. I envy you deeply."

"Envy me? Why me?" Han Ruxue asked, confused.

"Of course, you!"

Silver Wolf chuckled and said, "Given Mr. Yang’s reputation, it’s not just any wealthy heiress—Lady Han. Even the daughters of great officials or even princesses from smaller nations would envy you. Because Mr. Yang is a living miracle—a legend of our time!"

Han Ruxue was even more perplexed at this statement.

The others, too, were left puzzled, unable to grasp the basis of Silver Wolf’s words.

It was Dong Jianfang who suddenly furrowed his brow and asked, "Silver Wolf, are you saying Mr. Yang... is also an Innate Martial King like you? Or perhaps... even stronger?"

Stronger than Silver Wolf?

This Yang Tian they just saw?

The crowd, though finding the idea ridiculous, couldn’t help but think there was some merit to it.

After all, as Yan Baizi had pointed out, anything could happen out here on the open sea.

If Yang Tian truly had frighteningly influential connections, there’d be no need for Silver Wolf to show him such reverence.

If worst came to worst, Silver Wolf could simply toss Yang Tian overboard and eliminate the rest of them. For a seasoned assassin like Silver Wolf, this wouldn’t be difficult.

But when faced with Yang Tian, Silver Wolf would rather kill a mission issuer like Yan Baizi than provoke him—this said a lot.

"You’ve guessed correctly."

Silver Wolf nodded at Dong Jianfang and said, "But that’s still not the full picture. Mr. Yang isn’t just stronger than me."

"Not just stronger than you?" Dong Jianfang’s confusion deepened.

Silver Wolf continued, "Mr. Yang is not someone I could ever compare to. He’s a being I can only look up to. So it’s not just that he’s stronger than me—he’s so powerful I can only revere him."

Powerful enough to command the reverence of even an Innate Martial King like Silver Wolf?

How powerful did one have to be?

Silver Wolf’s words struck the crowd dumb, rendering them utterly speechless.

They found it impossible to imagine that moments ago, a figure of such terrifying strength had been sitting in their midst, someone they had overlooked entirely, failing to recognize the sheer gravity of his presence.

Dong Jianfang could only chuckle bitterly to himself, rueing his inability to see true worth.

As for Yan Baizi, who had been thrown to the ground by Silver Wolf, he trembled uncontrollably.

Silver Wolf cast a cold glare at Yan Baizi and sneered, "Do you truly think someone like you, a mere ant, could afford to provoke Mr. Yang? After this mission is canceled, even if Mr. Yang spares you, I won’t. I swear to kill you myself!"

"I..."

Hearing an Innate Martial King declare his intention to kill him, Yan Baizi slumped to the ground in sheer despair.

At the banquet, the guests remained in a state of shock at Yang Tian’s astonishing identity.

Yang Tian, however, paid them no heed. He returned to the ship’s deck, where he sat cross-legged. Placing the sandalwood box in front of him, he couldn’t hide a trace of excitement.

"Is it the Nascent Soul Fruit?"

Gazing at the box, even Yang Tian couldn’t help feeling a surge of anticipation.

It was precisely for the item inside this box that he had ignored Yan Baizi’s earlier provocations.

If not for this, Yang Tian’s personality wouldn’t have tolerated those insults. Based on Yan Baizi’s words alone, he would’ve crushed him into pulp with a single strike.

But that didn’t matter now. What mattered was the possibility that the box might truly contain the Nascent Soul Fruit, which would significantly boost Yang Tian’s chances of ascending to the Nascent Soul Stage.

For Yang Tian, the implications of this could not be overstated.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Yang Tian slowly opened the sandalwood box and fixed his gaze inside.

One look, however, made him sigh and chuckle bitterly.

For nestled within the box was a purple vine emitting the aura of a Nascent Soul Fruit—related to the fruit, yes, but it was merely a Nascent Soul Vine.

What truly disappointed Yang Tian, though, was that this Nascent Soul Vine had previously borne a Nascent Soul Fruit.