Traveling through Thailand

When Xiao Yi received the news of the kidnapping, he was in his room translating the novel. Just as he finished translating the last page and was about to bind it, his cell phone rang with a text message.

Clicking on the incoming call message, there was only a single photo: Sky, Rian, and an older man. They were not tied up, and Sky had them behind him, his gaze cold as he looked at the enemies surrounding him. His clothes were no longer white, but were covered in dust, a sign that he had fought them. He had only just protected the two men behind him, and his current situation was dire.

Xiao Yi clutched his phone, distracted by another message. Silently, he clicked on it. It contained only a place name. Attached to it was a photo of the three of them slumped to the ground. Sky's mouth was bruised, and he'd wiped away traces of blood. His clothes were stained and wrinkled.

After shutting off his phone, Xiao Yi opened the bottom shelf of his wardrobe and pulled out a sword box. It was a sword as black as ink, a personal weapon he had never used during his time in the Immortal Realm. Everyone knew only that he possessed a beautiful silver-white soft sword, but few knew that this inky black sword had been present in his spiritual sea since his birth. He had no idea why this sword, which had always resided in his spiritual sea, had suddenly appeared, when he had only brought that sword with him.

He didn't want to answer these questions. Now he had only one thought: this sword, which had been sealed for hundreds of thousands of years, could be opened today. Although the items opened were only some small items, he would consider it a privilege for them.

After changing into a neat outfit and picking up his sword, he was about to leave when his phone rang again. He didn't want to answer it, but seeing the caller ID, he decided to tap the answer button. As soon as the call rang, Phayu's impatient voice rang out, "Yi, is Rain at your place? I've called several times, but the phone always says it's off."

Xiao Yi closed the entrance door and said calmly, "Don't worry, he's with Sky."

"Oh, I see." With the result, the other party was obviously relieved.

"I'm going to go find them now. Don't worry, Sky will bring Rain back to you safely." After saying that, he hung up without caring about the other party's doubts about what he said.

Driving on the highway, quickly heading towards their destination. After nearly three hours of driving, they finally saw the abandoned factories. Continuing forward, four men emerged from the darkness and calmly blocked the middle of the road. Seeing this, Xiao Yi didn't hesitate, flooring the accelerator and accelerating to maximum speed. The four men's expressions suddenly changed when they saw the accelerating car, and they immediately dodged to the side. After driving a few hundred meters like this, Xiao Yi stopped the car, picked up the sword on the passenger side, opened the door, and got out.

Ignoring the fifty or sixty people blocking the way ahead, Xiao Yi closed the car door and slowly headed in the direction they were coming from. When he was fifty meters away, he sped up, weaving through the sixteen of them. His swords were barely out of his hand, and once he had regained his balance, those with or without drawn swords dropped them to the ground, motionless.

Sensing something piercing the air and shooting towards him at high speed, Xiao Yi immediately turned and ran towards the crowd of fifty or sixty people in the direction of the factory. Bullet after bullet, at his breakneck speed, narrowly missed its target each time.

The fifty or sixty people saw Xiao Yi charging towards them and immediately took attacking stances. However, their observation speed was still too slow, and they didn't see Xiao Yi until he rushed into their midst. They saw their target and were about to fight back, but the next second they fell to the ground and closed their eyes.

After breaking through the blockade of 100 people, they entered the abandoned factory. There were not many abandoned tools inside, only piles of boxes and scattered parts.

Walking to the middle of the abandoned factory, the lights on the second floor came on. Xiao Yi looked up and saw the man who had surrounded him last time.

"As expected of the strongest person in history, he has mastered martial arts to the level of an ancient martial artist."

Xiao Yi looked at the middle-aged man who was leaning on the railing and asked, "Where is he?"

"You mean them?"

Following his finger's direction, they were caged. Sky was filthy and the other two were nothing but wrinkles. Hiding her true feelings, she looked up and locked eyes with the man on the second floor. "Tell me the terms."

"Call your father, ask him to give up the cleanup, and then sign this renunciation of inheritance. I'll let them go. It's a good deal, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's a good deal."

The middle-aged man, who had wanted to humiliate him, saw that he still had this look of control over everything, and his anger rose sharply. "Hmph, it's true. After all, one of them is your sweetheart. Everyone in your family is a romantic. Before, your father single-handedly fought against the elders of the clan to marry a woman from another family to protect his lover. Now his son has gone a step further, giving up the family's direct line of succession for his sweetheart. Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, if this gets out, it will definitely cause a big fuss. Do you think I should give you a thumbs up for your courage?"

"It's all fine." The prerequisite is that you can return alive.

Xiao Yi understood why his father had focused on developing his career abroad rather than domestically. So, when he was a child, no matter what they said or how they tried to sow discord between them, he remained unmoved. But now that these people were targeting him, wanting to take away the family's direct line of succession, it showed they were prepared to bear the consequences.

After taking the document from his subordinates, Xiao Yi signed it without saying a word.

After receiving the document and seeing the name clearly on it, he smiled happily: "Thank you for your cooperation. It saved me a lot of trouble. Now it's time to deal with another matter."

Both sides understood that this was the most difficult part of the situation. The document they had just signed would only be effective if it was presented to those people. And most importantly, they had to get him to call his father. Otherwise, even if they took the document back, those people would be gone, and the document would be nothing more than a piece of waste paper.

The middle-aged man who had waited for a long time but didn't see him take out his phone raised his lips and asked, "Do you need me to borrow your phone?"

"Do you think it would be helpful if I said that? Your boss must have said that all decision-making power in the family lies with him, right? Even though I'm his son, I have no right to change his decision."

"Not qualified? Haha, that's the funniest joke I've ever heard. Do you really think what you did is airtight? Your father suddenly issued a cleaning mission, and you dare say you didn't have a hand in it? We came here to surround you and force you to sign this document. Wasn't this all planned by you step by step?"

Even though the matter was exposed, Xiao Yi still looked calm and composed: "If you think so, there's nothing I can do."

The middle-aged man, enraged by his "if you think so, I can't help it" attitude, clutched the railing tightly. The people standing behind him watched helplessly as he crushed the railing.

"You look so confident of victory! It's really infuriating. I want to see how long you can maintain this attitude. Spread the word, since our family's eldest son is unwilling to cooperate, then we should treat him well."

"Yes." + N.

The moment he issued the order, the first floor was filled with armed men appearing from every corner. Looking around, there were perhaps seventy or eighty of them. The aura of murderous intent and the sinister, bloody smell emanating from them revealed that these were the Cleaners they had secretly trained.

"No matter how well you've trained, it doesn't matter. This many people can wear you down." The middle-aged man stood up straight, his cold eyes looking down: "Keep your breath, the rest is up to you."

"Yes." + N.