Chapter Nine: Dragon, Sovereign of the Seas!

Yang City Airport.

As he watched the plane ascend and soar toward the distant ocean, Yang Ye’s heart was once again filled with melancholy.

He had only been reunited with his sister for a single day, and now she was gone.

Yang Yu had decided to go to America, where a childhood friend awaited her. Before booking her ticket, Yang Yu had already contacted this old companion. Though ten years had passed since their last conversation, the friend was genuinely delighted to hear from Yang Yu, speaking with her at length.

Yang Ye, listening nearby, could tell that his sister’s friend was not merely being polite, but truly joyful at their reconnection.

This put Yang Ye at ease.

Yang Yu’s friend was no ordinary person; her family owned a grand estate in America. Even if Yang Haishan knew where Yang Yu was, there was nothing he could do to her now.

Before she left, Yang Ye transferred a sum of money into a Swiss bank account and handed the details to his sister.

The money was what their father had left to Yang Ye, and with ten years of accumulated interest, it amounted to over two billion, enough for Yang Yu to live comfortably in America.

Even after giving all his father’s money to his sister, Yang Ye would not be left penniless.

His master, too, had left him a fortune, even greater than what his father had bequeathed.

“My dear, Sister left so quickly,”

Watching the plane vanish into the horizon, Long Xiaoqing also felt a pang of sadness.

Yang Ye’s family was her family.

Yang Ye said quietly, “Sister fears that staying by my side would make her my weakness, so she chose to leave. And for her, Yang City is a place of sorrow—leaving is best. I hope she forgets all that has happened and finds happiness in her days ahead.”

“So that’s how it is!” Long Xiaoqing understood.

Yang Ye smiled. “Xiaoqing, don’t worry! Before long, I’ll make Yang Haishan pay. Destruction is always easier than creation!”

…

Back in his hotel room, Yang Ye took from his storage ring a phone book left by his master.

He leafed through it and dialed a number.

After several transfers, a hoarse voice answered, “Esteemed guest, how may we assist you?”

Yang Ye spoke calmly, “I want information on Yang Haishan of Yang City—everything about him, and I want it before nightfall.”

“Ten million Wu-Coins.”

Yang Ye finished speaking, and the other party quoted the price without hesitation.

Wu-Coins were the world’s unified currency, established over a century ago by mysterious martial artists. Though each country had its own currency, international transactions were settled in Wu-Coins.

Currently, it took about twenty million Chinese Yuan to exchange for ten million Wu-Coins.

“No problem,” Yang Ye agreed instantly, without a second thought.

This secretive organization never haggled. If one tried to bargain, the call would be cut off without warning.

Yang Ye agreed, and the other side said, “Within one minute, your phone will receive a Swiss bank account. Transfer the money there. Once we confirm receipt, within an hour, you’ll get a webmail address. There, you’ll find what you requested.”

“Alright.”

Yang Ye hung up.

Seconds later, his phone received the account number.

Yang Ye logged into the Swiss bank with his master’s account.

It was his first time accessing it.

The figures stunned him.

There were over fifteen billion!

All funds were denominated in Wu-Coins.

In other words, if converted to Chinese Yuan, it would be over thirty billion!

“Xiaoqing, I never imagined Master was so wealthy!”

Yang Ye glanced at Long Xiaoqing, who was draped over his shoulder, and sighed.

Long Xiaoqing opened her eyes wide, staring curiously at the numbers on Yang Ye’s phone in silence.

She had no concept of money whatsoever.

Soon, Yang Ye transferred ten million Wu-Coins to the account provided by the mysterious organization.

Within an hour, Yang Ye received a text message containing an email address and password.

He opened the mailbox on his phone, entered the password, and found a dossier stored within.

He immediately began to read.

He had been away from home for ten years, and was young when he left; he knew little about Yang Haishan.

Before his father’s death, Yang Haishan had seemed to Yang Ye a gentle elder—every year, he would bring gifts for Yang Ye’s birthday and speak words of praise.

The family appeared harmonious then.

Now, looking back, Yang Ye realized Yang Haishan and his family treated his father, him, and his sister with a certain obsequiousness.

After his father died, Yang Haishan’s demeanor changed abruptly.

Before his father was even buried, Yang Haishan sent people to seize everything belonging to the Yang family, and had his son—Yang Ye’s cousin, Yang Le—drive him and his sister Yang Yu from their home.

Fortunately, their father had left them money, and after leaving home, they stayed in a hotel in Yang City.

Later, Yang Ye’s master met him and took him to the mountains to train.

That journey lasted ten years.

Yang Ye had thought his well-funded sister would live well in Yang City.

It was only upon his return that he learned, after Yang Ye was taken away by his master, his sister was evicted from the hotel.

After that, throughout Tianyang City, even though Yang Yu had money, she could not spend it.

No one dared to offend Yang Haishan. Even those who could risk it, would not do so for Yang Yu.

With nowhere to turn, one of Yang Haishan’s women appeared, forced Yang Yu to hand over her money, and married her off to He Feng.

For nearly ten years, Yang Yu endured He Feng’s unpredictable temper—constantly berated and beaten, forbidden from contacting anyone, guarded closely. When He Feng went out, he locked Yang Yu in the house; even when she was allowed outside, he followed her everywhere.

Were it not for the hope in her heart, knowing her brother Yang Ye was still alive, Yang Yu might have chosen suicide!

“This must be the woman Sister spoke of—the one with the red mole beneath her chin.”

Seeing the photo in the dossier, Yang Ye spoke quietly.

She was a woman named Qin Feng, strikingly beautiful, with alluring eyes, thirty-five years old—one of Yang Haishan’s most capable women.

Compared to his legal wife, this woman held a high status in Yang Haishan’s eyes, helping him oversee entertainment venues in cities throughout China.

After reading Qin Feng’s profile, Yang Ye focused on other key details: Yang Haishan’s cultivation level, his children, and the current state of the Yang family’s business.

Yang Haishan’s cultivation was at the late planetary stage, accumulated over many years, and he was preparing to break through to the stellar stage.

In the past ten years, Yang Haishan’s women had borne no more children; he still had two sons and a daughter: eldest son Yang Le, second son Yang Xiao, and daughter Yang Yao.

From the photos, even after ten years, their appearances had barely changed.

Yang Le was born early, now seventy-two years old, gifted in martial arts, and at the early planetary stage.

Second son Yang Xiao was thirty-five, with average talent, at the early dying star stage. Daughter Yang Yao, born the same year as Yang Yu, was twenty-nine, at the early mist star stage.

Yang Le was now a grandfather; Yang Xiao had a son and a daughter; only Yang Yao remained unmarried.

As for the family business—

Aside from entertainment venues across various cities, Yang Haishan had abandoned his brother Yang Haitai’s inland transportation business, concentrating his resources on ocean hunting, which had yielded good returns in recent years.

Nowadays, the land belonged to human cultivators, while the ocean was dominated by star beasts.

Humans who coveted the ocean’s multitude of star beasts could only rely on group strength and powerful weapons to hunt low-level star beasts in the shallows.

Low-level star beast cores were not valuable, but in large quantities, they became a considerable fortune.

Seeing the word “ocean” in the dossier, Yang Ye couldn’t help but turn to Long Xiaoqing, his eyes alight with excitement.

“My dear, what’s wrong?”

Noticing Yang Ye’s fervent gaze, Long Xiaoqing for the first time felt a shy emotion and asked.

“Xiaoqing, aren’t dragons the rulers of the ocean?”

Yang Ye inquired.

Long Xiaoqing responded proudly, “Of course! Grandfather is king of the sea—no sea beast would dare defy him! Hearing you say this, I feel the urge to return to the ocean myself.”