Urban Seduction: Housewives Club Chapter 2213 - 534: Saving the Uncle-in-Law 3

A prickle of unease touched Yang Lin. The stranger's background was unknown, and he was a mighty cultivator of the Transcendence Realm. What motive could he have for seeking out the Yang family? Should his intentions be malicious, the ramifications would be severe.

Yet, observing the young man's trajectory, it was apparent he already possessed a general bearing of the family's location. Even without a guide, discovery would have been imminent.

Furthermore, the man was his rescuer. If harm were his objective, there would have been no reason to offer aid once the identity as a Yang family member was confirmed.

Accepting this reasoning, Yang Lin inclined his head, indicating a direction slightly divergent from Wang Yue’s initial path.

Throughout their travels, Wang Yue maintained a stoic silence, his speech limited to necessary confirmations of the route.

His worldly wisdom was still developing, and he understood that these Sacred Lands might command communication methods far beyond his grasp.

Should he expose his true purpose and it transpired his second aunt faced mistreatment, the family might take drastic measures—potentially even silencing her to safeguard their secrets.

Regarding his aunt’s security, Wang Yue firmly believed caution was paramount.

Under Yang Lin's direction, the remaining hundred kilometers evaporated in an instant. Soon, a collection of structures materialized on the horizon.

Tucked away within a tranquil valley, the settlement eschewed towering edifices or ostentatious constructions; instead, it mirrored a serene, archaic hamlet.

Scores of modest courtyards were arranged with understated elegance, emanating a tranquility that evoked the legendary 'Peach Blossom Spring.'

Wang Yue had once envisioned the appearance of a martial arts Sacred Land—majestic palaces, formidable gates, and imposing architecture.

The Yang family's estate utterly defied those preconceptions. He mused whether this was an exclusive trait of the Yangs or if all Sacred Lands embraced such unobtrusive grace.

One certainty remained: a family exhibiting such composure was unlikely to harbor a nest of arrogant or oppressive individuals. Even if his second aunt did not hold a high position here, she was probably not enduring hardship. This dawning realization allowed Wang Yue to exhale a quiet breath of relief.

"Senior, that settlement ahead is Yang Village," Yang Lin announced, a gesture encompassing the hamlet.

Wang Yue offered a nod and brought the vehicle to rest at the village's threshold. His objective was to ascertain his aunt's well-being, not necessarily to instigate conflict, thus necessitating a display of appropriate deference.

Despite its remote setting and simple aesthetic, the village was decidedly not unsophisticated.

A contingent of children engaged in play near the entrance showed no overt astonishment at the arrival of a sophisticated aerial vehicle; they observed with mere curiosity as Wang Yue disembarked.

Moments later, their curiosity ignited into palpable excitement as they surged forward.

"Uncle Lin has returned!"

"Uncle Lin, did you bring us any goodies?"

"Uncle Lin..."

It was evident their delight was directed at Yang Lin, who followed in Wang Yue's wake. Within Yang Village, all inhabitants shared the Yang surname, prompting the children to address adults with their given names prefixed by a respectful title.

"Not on this occasion, little ones. Perhaps next time," Yang Lin responded with a genial smile, ruffling the children's hair. "Run along and play for now; I have matters to attend to."

Upon hearing of the absence of treats, the children displayed fleeting disappointment but refrained from further entreaties. They offered cheerful farewells and prepared to disperse.

"I happen to have some snacks here. Who would like some?" Wang Yue inquired with a smile. He reached into his spatial ring, withdrawing an abundance of confectionery and presenting it to the children.

The children's eyes widened with eager anticipation, yet none extended a hand. Instead, they collectively turned to seek Yang Lin's approval.

Yang Lin let out a soft chuckle. "The young gentleman is offering these to you. Please, accept them."

"Thank you, Uncle!" the youngsters chimed politely. Accepting the treats, they scampered off to a secluded spot to enjoy their bounty.

Wang Yue rubbed the bridge of his nose. Am I truly considered an 'Uncle' already? These children appeared to be between seven and ten years of age; he himself was not significantly older.

"Children possess an innocence untainted by worldly ways. I trust you will overlook their unpretentiousness, Senior," Yang Lin said, offering an apologetic smile.

"They possess pure hearts. Such sincerity is a rare commodity in the outside world these days," Wang Yue commented, his tone carrying a weariness beyond his years. He added, almost reflectively, "I had always envisioned Sacred Lands as austere, rigidly hierarchical domains. It appears I was mistaken."

Purity. This was the sole descriptor Wang Yue could summon for his initial impression of Yang Village—a simple virtue that had become almost extinct in the mundane realm.

Yang Lin appeared taken aback. "Senior... you are not affiliated with a Sacred Land?"

Considering Wang Yue's tender age and his formidable strength, Yang Lin had initially assumed he was a "Saint Son" or "Holy Child" dispatched from one of the major Sects on a special mission. However, Wang Yue's statements indicated a different origin.

This realization meant that this extraordinarily young, yet impossibly powerful, individual hailed from the mundane world.

How could such a thing be possible?

Wang Yue openly confirmed this, nodding. "That's correct. I originate from the secular world. Until today, I had only heard tales about the Sacred Lands."

Yang Lin was astonished by this revelation but maintained his respectful demeanor. "Senior, I implore you, please accompany me to my modest dwelling so we may converse further."

Wang Yue accompanied him into the settlement.

Despite its modest size, with approximately fifty households and around two hundred inhabitants, the village was densely populated with formidable cultivators.

The arrival of the aerial transport had not gone unnoticed. As they advanced deeper into the village, a group of about a dozen individuals emerged to greet them.

At the forefront of this welcoming party was a man characterized by his dark hair and a long, flowing beard. The remaining members of the group ranged in age from middle-aged to elderly.

Wang Yue's gaze sharpened subtly. Through his perception of True Qi, he discerned that every single one of these dozen individuals possessed a cultivation level no lower than Yang Lin's.

The least powerful among them was at the seventh level of the Transcendence Realm.

The leader, along with two other esteemed elders, were identified as powerhouses within the Transcendence Realm. Significantly, Wang Yue found himself unable to precisely ascertain the leader's exact cultivation level, suggesting the man was at least three sub-levels superior to his own.

A true super-expert at the fifth level of the Transcendence Realm or even higher!

"Father? Uncles? Why have you all come out to meet us?" Yang Lin inquired, a note of surprise in his voice.

The elder who was leading the group knitted his brows, casting a cautious and scrutinizing look at Wang Yue before turning his attention back to his son. "Yang Lin, how did you sustain such severe injuries?"

It dawned on Yang Lin at that precise moment that his father and the others must have detected his critical condition and feared the worst had transpired. He quickly offered an explanation, "I encountered a peak-Transcendence beast while wandering in the wilderness. I almost lost my life, but fortunately, I ran into this Senior..."

At this juncture, Yang Lin trailed off, his explanation halting abruptly. It suddenly struck him that he hadn't even bothered to ask for Wang Yue's name. It wasn't that he had forgotten; rather, Wang Yue's aloof and distant demeanor throughout their journey had made him hesitant to inquire.