Rebirth of the Peak Young Master
Chapter 474 A Kind of Possibility

Chapter 474: Chapter 474 A Kind of Possibility

Deep within the Antarctic Ice Mountain, intense tremors erupted.

Selda glared fiercely at Ji Yanran, her gaze menacing, yet she could do nothing to harm her—approaching her was nearly impossible!

This wasn’t because Ji Yanran had suddenly gained immense strength, but because she wore a large white jade garment around her neck!

Whenever Selda attempted to harm Ji Yanran, the Jade Pendant would unleash a powerful Energy Shield, thoroughly protecting Ji Yanran and rendering Selda incapable of breaking through!

"I never expected Mrs. Yang to have such a method—truly admirable!" Selda had failed multiple times and commented coldly.

But her eyes remained filled with a murderous ferocity, as though she could tear Ji Yanran to pieces with her glare alone.

Paul sat nearby, sipping chilled red wine, and smiled as he spoke, "Master Cedar, do stop fretting—this is the power of World Myth, Mr. Yang’s creation. How could such a thing be easily broken?"

"Modern-day myths? Nothing but dead men!"

Selda sneered at Paul’s words and spat contemptuously. Then, she turned to him and asked, "Prince Paul, aren’t you worried? Those old friends out there—they already know we’ve taken Mrs. Yang. If we don’t break through this shield soon, they’ll find it with their help!"

"Mr. Yang truly lives up to being the myth of the world; his powers are unfathomable." Paul swirled his wine and said, "The protection he placed around Lady Yang has the ability to discern good and evil. Since my intentions toward Mr. Yang weren’t pure, I can’t even approach this mighty shield now. Thus, all efforts are futile. After all, there are only three things in this world capable of breaking Mr. Yang’s power!"

"Three? What are they?"

She asked curiously.

After all, their painstaking efforts to infiltrate China and bring Ji Yanran to the bitter cold of the North Pole were all in pursuit of Yang Tian’s secret. If they couldn’t breach Ji Yanran’s protection, everything they’d done so far would be for nothing!

How could Selda reconcile?

Paul shook his head and said, "It starts with the ancient weapon forged during the First Great Battle—the Blade that clashed with the Immortals. But alas, Jianfeng remains deep within China. The old friends are long gone, and we can’t reach it anymore. Worse yet, Xiaoxiang Jianfeng’s energy is depleted to just 30%. Solving this is an arduous task!"

"What about the other two?" Selda asked again.

"The second is a weapon! And the third—space-based weapons that attacked Heng Mountain!" Paul explained, swirling his wine.

"A weapon? Space-based weapons?"

Selda scoffed coldly when she heard the words. Of course, she knew they might shatter the shield.

But even discussing how to acquire them seemed impossible. These two mighty weapons had completely slipped out of their control!

If the shield broke and Ji Yanran died, what then?

Yet Selda couldn’t help but ask again, "Is there no other way?"

"Nature still holds its secrets!"

Paul grinned and downed the rest of his wine. Then, he smirked and said, "Since we can’t unlock the shield and the old friends outside are searching for it, let’s present it to them, shall we?"

Present it?

Selda’s eyes were clouded with confusion.

But Paul continued to smile—a smile tinged with apathy...

Just as Selda received word.

Since the battle at Hee Bin, Paul and Selda had been haunted by Yang Tian’s wife’s secrets. The public attraction around the circulating video ignited the entire practice realm.

More importantly, word had spread, though unclear how, about Paul and Selda abducting Yang Tian’s wife!

The revelation stunned the old monsters, yet it simultaneously spurred them into decisive action.

After all, they all knew just what kind of man Yang Tian was!

When Paul and Selda captured Yang Tian’s wife, Yang Tian himself didn’t appear, leaving only one possibility!

Yang Tian was dead!

With this belief, the old monsters, nearly all crazy for Yang Tian’s immense secret, began hunting Paul and Selda!

But then came shocking news—to the dismay of many, Paul and Selda weren’t hiding as presumed.

Instead, they proclaimed:

"Seven days from now, at the Three Sages Ruins on Qian Yuan Island, we welcome many colleagues to uncover Yang Tian’s secret together. Whoever seizes the chance may obtain this shocking practice realm mystery!"

Reveal the secret?

Would Paul and Selda really be that generous?

Could this be a trap?

Upon hearing the news, all the old monsters shared the same thought.

Nevertheless, the announcement roused the international practice world—countless entities began converging on Qian Yuan Island.

On the first day, people from Europe, North America, South America, and Southeast Asia captured images of figures soaring through the air.

"It’s been a long time since we’ve all gathered!"

Paul and Selda slowly descended from the skies, under the watchful eyes of several divine figures, wearing faint smiles.

Yet the gathered old monsters didn’t react immediately—they merely surveyed the area, one after another, their brows furrowing.

According to inside sources, Paul and Yang Tian’s wife, Ji Yanran, had indeed been captured by them.

This meant the attendees came here, plainly, to compete for Ji Yanran and, in turn, obtain Yang Tian’s secret through her!

But now, only Paul and Ji Yanran were present—Selda wasn’t. How could these old monsters not feel suspicious?

Then, as the crowd watched, an elder wrapped in a black cloak let out a hoarse chuckle before asking coldly, "Hehe, Prince Paul, Master Selda, why are only the two of you here?"

Paul smiled faintly at the black-cloaked elder and responded, "Adiya, High Admiral of the Sea, skilled in curses—is your arm still unbroken by your own prince?"

The mention agitated Adiya, who trembled slightly. Whether in fear or anger was unclear. Paul smirked despite the rising tension, and Adiya fell silent.

Paul surveyed the crowd slowly and deliberately.

"The Demon King Ka Kun, Cang Yahweh and Venerable, Old Snake Spirit, Immortal Demon Salta..." Ah, these truly are old acquaintances! This sentiment takes me back to a hundred years ago—to our struggles then!" Paul chuckled again.

But soon, he sighed deeply. The divine and godlike champions in attendance failed to conceal their growing impatience.

Immortal Demon Salta scoffed aloud, his tone sharp: "Paul, Adiya may shy from you, but I, Salta, do not! Since we’re here, you know what we want—hand the woman over! Otherwise, even if you, Prince Paul, were once at the top of Satan’s favor list a century ago, backed by Selda, neither of you will escape today!"

Salta’s words brought tension to the forefront—Adiya, Ka Kun, Cang Yahweh, the Priest, Old Snake Spirit, and others all stared coldly at Paul and Selda, their auras of divine terror pressing heavily against them.

Feeling the atmosphere shift, Selda, weaker than Paul, turned pale instantly.

As for Paul, he collected his smile slowly and said, "Ladies and gentlemen, no need for impatience. Since we’ve gathered you here, we naturally intend to share our secret. But Mrs. Yang is out of the question!"

"Not Mrs. Yang? Then what is it? What secret do you have that’s worth killing Mrs. Yang?" questioned Demon Ka Kun.

But immediately, he dismissed the thought.