One Person: Revitalize the Sword Sect, Start with the Sword Challenge of the Ten Lords

Ye Lin stood up, walked to the window, opened the curtains and looked at the night view in the distance. The lights of the city were like stars.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment and replied:

"I'm going to Biyou Village."

The little golden dragon stopped in mid-air, tilted its head and asked:

"Biyou Village? Why are we going there?"

Gently blowing the breeze outside the window, Ye Lin turned around and explained:

"According to the time calculation, Zhang Chulan, Wang Ye and the others should have arrived in Biyou Village. I went there this time to increase my personal prestige. Only by continuously increasing my prestige can my strength steadily increase."

When the little golden dragon heard this, its body swayed back and forth, and its scales sparkled like star stones under the light.

"Sounds good!" It seemed quite excited.

"Is there anything special about Biyou Village?"

"Biyou Village is a place that hides many secrets,"

Ye Lin recalled, his eyes becoming deep.

"There are quite a few extraordinary people there, and I want to use this opportunity to enhance my prestige."

“That sounds like a perfect opportunity!”

The little golden dragon's voice was full of eagerness to try.

"When do we leave?"

Ye Lin lowered his head and thought for a moment, then said firmly:

"We're leaving tomorrow morning. We need to prepare well and make sure everything goes well."

The little golden dragon flew up and down, seeming impatient.

"Okay, Master, I will do my best to help you!"

The night outside the window became increasingly charming, but Ye Lin's heart was filled with longing and challenges for the future. He knew that this trip to Biyou Village would be an important step he could not miss.

The two, no, one man and one dragon, were calmly planning and looking forward to the interesting challenges that would come their way. ...

Late at night, in the northeast of Biyou Village, the bright moonlight sprinkled on this quiet little village, making everything even more mysterious.

Xu San and Xu Si walked side by side. The breeze blew, and the leaves rustled, as if they were whispering.

"I heard that Zhao Guizhen is not an easy person to deal with, so we'd better be careful."

Xu San dusted himself off, his voice small but full of confidence.

"You're so reckless, what if you step into a trap?"

Xu Si placed his hand on Xu San's shoulder and looked around cautiously. "Don't worry, since we're here, even if there's a trap, it's for others."

Xu San grinned, walked straight towards the thatched hut not far away without stopping.

The door of the thatched hut was ajar. As the two men approached, a pungent smell of blood seemed to hit them. Xu Si frowned and slowly pushed the door open. He saw the house in a mess, with furniture toppled over and debris scattered everywhere.

Zhao Guizhen's body lay quietly on the ground, his face distorted, as if he had experienced indescribable pain. "It seems that we are a little late."

Xu San bent down to check, but his tone remained relaxed.

"I didn't expect someone to get there first."

"What should I do now?"

Xu Si tapped the corpse on the ground with his foot and asked in a low voice.

Xu San stood up, looked up at Xu Si, and sighed softly.

"Let's call the higher-ups first and ask them to send someone to deal with it. Zhao Guizhen's death will probably cause quite a stir."

"That's right, we can't delay any longer."

Xu Si nodded, took out his cell phone from his pocket and started dialing.

The night was as dark as water, as if hiding everything. The chirping of insects outside the house grew louder, and the lingering shadows in the two people's hearts were carried away by the wind.

The cause of Zhao Guizhen’s death was like the thick fog hanging over Biyou Village, which was difficult to dispel easily.

Ye Lin, who was far away in a corner, had not yet realized that his fate was intertwined with that of Biyou Village and had already begun.

The night is dark and tall buildings stand tall among the neon lights of the city.

In the office of the chairman of Nadutong Company, the light was evenly and softly illuminated. Zhao Fangxu leaned back in his leather chair with a relaxed look on his face.

He held a cigar between his fingers, puffing away at it, filling the room with a delicate aroma of tobacco. However, the tranquility was broken by the rapid ringing of the phone on the table.

Zhao Fangxu raised his eyebrows, put down his cigar, and reached for the phone. Xu Si's slightly nervous voice came from the other end of the line:

"Mr. Zhao, I'm sorry to bother you so late—Zhao Guizhen, he's dead."

This news immediately made Zhao Fangxu's expression solemn.

"what happened?"

Zhao Fangxu paused slightly, and the leisurely look on his face disappeared without a trace.

"When we arrived, he was already dead. In the room..."

Xu Si briefly described the situation at the scene.

Zhao Fangxu made a prompt decision, his facial muscles tensed as he responded briefly:

"You continue to stay at the scene and report the relevant situation."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to look at the assistant sitting next to him.

"Go to Biyou Village and see what you can find out."

Zhao Fangxu ordered in an unquestionable tone,

"Be careful not to alert other people in the village."

The assistant nodded, quickly stood up, packed up the necessary materials and equipment, and prepared to leave.

Zhao Fangxu leaned back in his chair and gazed out the window thoughtfully. He felt a vague sense of unease at how things had unfolded so suddenly.

Zhao Guizhen's death, seemingly accidental, seemed to foreshadow even greater turmoil to come. He couldn't let his guard down. However, beneath the seemingly peaceful night, everything was quietly changing.

The next morning, Ye Lin woke up from a heavy dream, and the morning sunlight shone on his face through the curtains.

He propped himself up, sensing a strange blend of tranquility and unease outside the window. After a quick wash, he adjusted his collar in the mirror and glanced at his reflection—a premonition of embarking on an unknown journey welled up within him.

"it's time."

He muttered to himself. As he walked downstairs, he habitually raised his hand to hail a taxi, but he had no idea that the driver from last night was waiting there. It seemed as if they had some mysterious connection.

The driver nodded slightly at him, Ye Lin responded with a friendly smile, and then got into the car.

The journey was not far, but the air in the car made Ye Lin feel as if time had stopped. The driver's occasional suspicious look in the rearview mirror made him realize that this trip was different.

"Brother, do you have any special plans for going to Biyou Village?"

The driver asked tentatively. Ye Lin thought for a moment and replied calmly:

"I'm just visiting an old friend and exploring the local customs and practices."

The driver didn't seem to want to investigate further. He shrugged and focused on driving.

As the car moved forward, Ye Lin felt an invisible force gradually pulling him closer to Biyou Village. After arriving at his destination, Biyou Village appeared peaceful and tranquil under the cover of the morning light.

Ye Lin did not walk directly into the village, but chose to wait for the opportunity in the hidden bushes around the village.

He looked around. The chirping of birds and the rustling of the breeze complemented each other, but could not conceal the subtle expectation and alertness in his heart.

There was a rustling sound of footsteps not far away. Ye Lin tilted his head slightly and looked alertly in the direction of the sound, only to find that it was a villager leisurely carrying water.

He relaxed a little, and his eyes revealed a hint of curiosity and concern for the village.

Every detail made him realize that this seemingly peaceful village contained some unknown secrets.