Today, I came to fulfill her wish.

Standing at the front, the white-haired elder draped in a gilded cloak did not act rashly. Instead, he suppressed the shock in his heart and raised his hand to signal the disciples within the sect not to make any reckless moves.

He stepped forward, coming to a stop ten zhang away from Yi Feng.

“May I ask who you are, and what business brings you to my manor? Is the disappearance of my ancestor’s remains related to you? Please speak frankly.”

The white-haired clan leader’s tone was measured, yet laced with anger.

This was their forbidden rear mountain territory—how could they allow anyone else to trespass?

Moreover, it seemed this person had taken away their ancestor’s remains, an act of grave disrespect to their forebear.

As a descendant, he could not—under any circumstances—allow his ancestor to suffer such a humiliation even after death.

Yi Feng remained silent, paying no heed to the approaching man. Instead, he gazed absently into the distant, brilliant starry sky.

Infuriated by the visitor’s indifference, the white-haired clan leader demanded answers repeatedly through gritted teeth.

“You are utterly arrogant, sir! I, Yu Tuo, as clan leader, am duty-bound to protect my ancestor’s remains. If you remain silent, this old man will fight to the death to seek justice for my ancestor!”

But Yu Tuo still did not act recklessly. He could not see through Yi Feng’s cultivation at all, knowing full well that Yi Feng’s power was unfathomably deep.

Yet this matter touched on the honor of his ancestor and the entire clan. Before the gathered clan members, he had to make his stance clear.

As Yu Tuo finished speaking, the clan disciples around him also voiced their indignation.

After a long silence, Yi Feng finally moved.

Turning his head to look at Yu Tuo, he said calmly, “Are you a descendant of Yu Wei?”

Yu Tuo’s heart trembled violently at these words.

This man actually dared to speak the ancestor’s personal name!

Could he know the ancestor?

Yu Tuo scrutinized Yi Feng once more. No matter how hard he tried, he could not see through this man at all, yet there was a powerful sense of familiarity in Yi Feng’s appearance.

Could this man be… the very one?

Yu Tuo suddenly recalled a scene buried deep in his memory.

It was a very long time ago.

Back then, Yu Tuo’s ancestor, Yu Wei, was still alive.

In Yu Wei’s room hung a portrait.

The man in that portrait wore white robes.

He had a handsome face, with a transcendent, ethereal aura like an immortal.

Yu Tuo remembered that his ancestor treated the man in white with utmost reverence.

She had even specially instructed the clan that the man in the portrait was their master.

If that master ever arrived, they must welcome him with honor and follow his will.

To this day, that portrait still hung deep within the clan’s secret chamber in the Sutra Pavilion.

That place was a heavily guarded treasure vault. Even Yu Tuo, as clan leader,rarely ventured into its depths.

In Yu Tuo’s mind, the portrait gradually grew clearer.

The handsome figure in the portrait slowly overlapped with the Yi Feng standing before him, until they became the same person.

Yu Tuo’s eyes went wide, and his entire body shook violently.

He had never expected that the man before him truly was the one in the portrait.

Nor had he imagined that the master their ancestor had spoken of would actually come to their clan’s ancestral land.

For a moment, Yu Tuo was dazed, his breath coming in short gasps, his chest rising and falling heavily.

The surrounding clan members, seeing this, frowned in confusion.

What had come over the clan leader?

Then, the next moment.

Yu Tuo knelt prostrate in excitement, tears of emotion welling in his eyes.

His voice choked as he cried out, “Yu Tuo pays homage to the Master! Yu Tuo pays homage to the Master! I failed to welcome you from afar; please do not hold it against me.”

The clan members were struck as if by lightning.

Those quick to react immediately knelt down as well.

Those slower were tugged down by those already kneeling.

They too recalled the ancestor’s teachings and remembered the master their ancestor had revered as a deity. In that instant, they were all overwhelmed with excitement.

In the past, they had all thought of this master as a fictional figure invented by the ancestor.

But now, the master had truly descended before them, leaving them feeling as though this was unreal.

It was a sensation of dreams becoming reality—strange and jarring.

Yet none dared to voice any doubt.

Yi Feng raised his hand gently.

The Yu family disciples were all lifted by a soft, invisible force.

This scene confirmed their faith without a doubt.

Only one with such power could truly be the master their ancestor had revered as a deity.

They were all strong members of the clan, yet the master had lifted every one of them with just a slight gesture.

Many were shocked inwardly; even more admired him genuinely from the depths of their hearts.

Yi Feng looked at the assembled crowd and smiled warmly. “There’s no need for such formality. The reason I have come today is that I could not bear to see Yu Wei nailed to that cliff for eternity.

Today, I am here to fulfill her wish.”

Upon hearing this, everyone felt a warmth in their hearts.

So the master still remembered the Yu family.

The white-haired Yu Tuo, showing his aged frailty, said with a look of shame, “In those days, when the ancestor fell here, we exhausted every means to bring back her remains.

But that sword—we simply could not pull it out. Blame us for our meager abilities; we couldn’t even let the ancestor rest in peace.

After trying every method, we had no choice but to relocate the entire clan here to settle down, as a small measure of our filial duty.

Once we moved here, we made this rear cliff a forbidden zone, hoping that one day we might draw that sword and allow the ancestor proper burial.

Master, we have been far too incompetent. Please punish us!”

“Please punish us, Master!” the clan members echoed in unison.

Yi Feng shook his head gently and said warmly, “It’s not your fault. You have all worked hard over these years.

Yu Wei is now free. She will exist in another form throughout the vast heavens and earth.

Also, this sword was left behind by the ancient enemy in ages past. That you could not draw it is perfectly normal—do not let it trouble you.”

With that, Yi Feng waved his hand casually.

The rust on the long sword instantly flaked away; the blade gleamed, its cold light dazzling.

The sword landed in Yi Feng’s hand as if newly cast—radiant, unmatched in sharpness, reborn anew.

Yi Feng handed the sword to Yu Tuo.

“Take this sword; keep it.”

Yu Tuo took the sword with trembling hands, his heart surging with complex emotions.

This sword was a peerless divine weapon, containing boundless power.

Yet the master had drawn it as easily as anything and gave it away as if it were nothing. Such strength and generosity were unsurpassed through the ages.

No wonder the ancestor had repeatedly instructed the clan to follow the master’s will and treat him with the utmost respect.

At the same time, this sword was also the Yu clan’s mark of shame.

It had pinned the ancestor to the cliff for countless years, and had likewise lodged in the hearts of the clan members.

Now the master had freed the ancestor and pulled out this sword—the thorn stuck in their hearts.

The obsession that had haunted them was no more.

Yu Tuo and the clan members were elated.

They bowed deeply to Yi Feng.

“Thank you, Master!”

The sounds of gratitude surged like waves.

Then, Yu Tuo stepped forward respectfully and said with some trepidation, “Please, Master, if you do not disdain it, may you stay at the manor to rest?”

“There is no need. I still have matters to attend to. You should cultivate diligently and not bring shame to the glory of the Yu family,” Yi Feng replied calmly.

Yu Tuo was about to speak again, the others urging Yi Feng to stay,

Yet, Yi Feng had already vanished into the void, disappearing from where he stood without a sound.

"We humbly see you off, Master."

The crowd dared not show any dissent, only gazing after him with awe-filled eyes.

They knew in their hearts that for a humble shrine like theirs, the Master’s personal visit was already an immense blessing; how could they truly dare to hope he would stay.

One by one, they prostrated themselves on the ground, seeing off Yi Feng, and remained knelt for a long time without rising.