Chapter Fifty-Three: Watching the World’s Elegance with a Smile! (Fourth Extra Chapter) An additional chapter for all dear readers!

Faced with the inquiry of the half-step Grandmaster Shen Wanan, the crowd of powerful figures below the stage fell into utter silence; not a soul dared to make the slightest sound in that moment. The Grandmaster’s presence was overwhelming, suppressing all the heroes of the world.

In such a quiet atmosphere, the simple phrase—“Are you calling me?”—rang out like a thunderclap in everyone’s ears.

Many people turned, tracing the voice to its source, and saw a slender figure standing alone, bearing the weight of countless gazes. Only upon looking closely did they realize it was a young man, not yet twenty years old.

Gu Feifei, Xia Qinghan, Young Master Liu, Young Master Wang, Li Mengxue, Lin Dong…

A multitude of incredulous eyes converged on Jiang Yu.

“Jiang Yu, are you out of your mind?” Xia Qinghan cried out, trying to pull him back to his seat.

Jiang Yu smiled faintly, unperturbed by favor or disgrace, his hands resting behind his back as he replied, “What? Even you think I’ve gone mad?”

Shen Wanan’s gaze then settled on Jiang Yu. Even the mere sweep of his eyes made Young Master Liu and the others tremble in terror, as if their flesh was being sliced by knives. They had no doubt that the living immortal who had leapt from the helicopter onto the ring could kill them all with just a glance.

“Jiang Yu, do you even know what you’re doing? Sit down at once!” Young Master Liu tugged desperately at Jiang Yu’s sleeve, but the latter did not budge an inch.

Xia Qinghan’s heart pounded wildly, her fear plain on her face. Was this boy truly so reckless as to show off at a time like this? On any other day, the worst he’d get was a scolding, but today, standing on the ring, was a half-step Grandmaster who killed without blinking.

Madness. Everyone believed this youth was crazy.

Someone nearby tried to advise him: “Young man, this isn’t your home where everyone spoils you. Go apologize to Grandmaster Shen quickly—he’s magnanimous and surely won’t hold your ignorance against you.”

Jiang Yu stood alone, facing countless doubts and rebukes.

“Jiang Yu, sit down. He’s looking for the mysterious expert who killed Zheng Tianming,” Gu Feifei said anxiously. None of them had expected that, when all the great figures of Jiangbei kept silent, it would be this quiet, reserved youth—who had been by their side for the past few days—who would rise to answer Shen Wanan.

Anyone capable of killing Zheng Tianming would have to be at least a Grandmaster. How could it possibly be this obscure young man? Even if he’d started cultivating in his mother’s womb, it was impossible for someone this young to reach such heights.

“Yes, sit down quickly, don’t drag us all into this. If you anger that immortal, none of us can bear the consequences.”

In the end, they were all part of the same group. No matter how they looked down on Jiang Yu on normal days, in this situation they hurried to stop him. Young Master Wang was nearly in tears, regretting ever bringing Jiang Yu today.

Jiang Yu looked at Gu Feifei and the others, spreading his hands helplessly. “He really is talking about me, but you just won’t believe it.”

Seeing that Jiang Yu actually intended to walk down, Xia Qinghan finally lost her composure and grabbed his arm. “Jiang Yu, that’s enough. I know you’re proud and look down on many things, but can’t you see the gravity of the situation after all this?”

She wanted to say, “This is a place where people are killed at the drop of a hat,” but in the end, she swallowed the words.

Jiang Yu paid her no mind. Under hundreds of astonished, puzzled, or curious gazes, he descended the steps, his expression serene, as if strolling through a courtyard garden.

On the ring, Shen Wanan was momentarily stunned.

He’d called for the expert who slew Zheng Tianming, yet now a mere boy was stepping up—what was this?

“Boy, I hope you’ve thought this through. I wouldn’t hesitate to crush a child underfoot,” Shen Wanan said, anger rising in his heart. A lad not yet twenty, daring to defy a Grandmaster’s authority—if this was a case of youthful ignorance, his family’s upbringing must have been woefully lacking.

What kind of elders could have raised such a fool?

With each step Jiang Yu took, those around him looked up.

All the great and powerful of Jiangbei saw clearly the delicate features of his face, yet none dared stop him. Not everyone was so kind-hearted, and Jiang Yu was no friend or family to them—if he sought death, so be it.

Jiang Yu smiled. “If there isn’t another Zheng Tianming in Quicksand Town, then the one you’re looking for is me. Zheng Tianming was far too weak, he couldn’t even withstand a single blow from me. I had no choice but to crush him like an ant.”

His words set off a tidal wave of shock.

“Damn, could this kid really be that mysterious expert? He doesn’t look like an idiot—otherwise, why would he step out at a time like this?”

“It can’t be that outrageous, can it? If he’s a twenty-something Grandmaster, what does that make the rest of us—pigs?”

Many people glanced at Jiang Yu, murmuring among themselves.

“What should we do? Qinghan, think of something to save Jiang Yu!” Gu Feifei grabbed Xia Qinghan in panic, her voice breaking into a sob. At the same time, she was furious at his reckless behavior.

Xia Qinghan gave a bitter smile. “Save him? How? Even if my father were here, he wouldn’t dare plead for someone before Shen Wanan. Hmph, it makes me so angry—this boy never knows when to pick his battles. Let him die if he wants.”

Anyone could hear she was speaking out of anger.

Despite her words, Xia Qinghan still picked up her phone, preparing to call Lin Dong below to ask him to beg Lin Wangtian for help. The face of a Grandmaster—surely Shen Wanan would show some respect.

By now, Jiang Yu had reached the bottom of the steps.

A figure stood up nearby—it was none other than Li Hao, the underground emperor of Cloud City.

He looked at Jiang Yu and bowed respectfully. “Li Hao greets his teacher!”

Simultaneously, several other figures rose around the ring.

Yuan Tiangang wore a look of reverence as he said humbly, “Tiangang pays his respects to Master Jiang!”

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Xia Housheng also stood, cupping his fists. “The Xia family of Jiangbei, Xia Housheng, pays respects to Master Jiang.”

Beside him, Old Shen stood as well. “Junior Shen greets Master Jiang.”

Stillness. A silence as profound as death.

In this moment, countless people were dumbstruck, as if struck by lightning. They heard with their own ears so many local magnates call this youth “Master Jiang.” The impact was like a comet striking the earth.

Above, Xia Qinghan’s mouth hung open, her mind blank.

Gu Feifei clapped a hand over her mouth, her gaze at Jiang Yu filled with shock and joy…

Young Master Liu and his companions were like statues, staring blankly at Jiang Yu’s back.

Gulp.

No one knew who swallowed hard.

“They… what did they call Jiang Yu?” Young Master Liu muttered to himself.

Young Master Wang’s voice trembled. “It sounded like ‘Master Jiang.’ Liu, who are those people?”

Liu spoke instinctively, “That’s Cloud City’s Li Hao, Xia Housheng of the Xia family, and Yuan Tiangang…”

That young man, that smile—so many stories hidden within it!

Amid the crowd, Lin Wangtian stared dazedly at Li Hao. What had he just called that youth?

Teacher?

Tears streamed down Lin Wangtian’s face as he burst out laughing, almost madly.

In that instant, he seemed to understand everything.

Ha… hahaha…

Lin Dong jumped in fright at his father’s outburst and quickly asked, “Teacher, what’s wrong?”

Lin Wangtian, his face wet with tears, replied, “I knew it, I knew it! How could he possibly fall? He’s a living immortal!”

Beside Gu Feifei, Li Mengxue covered her mouth and whispered, “So it’s true—he did disappear for several hours that day, and the next day there was news of a Grandmaster being killed. That’s why the Wolf King revered him like a god. So that’s how it is.”

On the stage, Shen Wanan’s jaw hung open as though he’d seen a ghost.

This youth was the mysterious master who had killed Zheng Tianming and the others?

Among the world’s martial artists, some Grandmasters over a hundred years old could use secret techniques to make themselves appear decades younger—but the limit was forty or fifty. This youth was no more than twenty. Even if he were an old monster, there was simply no way to become so young.

In other words, he was only eighteen or nineteen.

Jiang Yu ascended to the stage at an unhurried pace.

In this moment, he seemed to stand atop the very summit of Jiangbei.

“Weren’t you looking for me? Why are you silent now?” Jiang Yu smiled.

Shen Wanan quickly regained his composure. “I admit, I underestimated you. I never expected you, at your young age, to be able to slay an old Grandmaster like Zheng Tianming.”

Jiang Yu replied indifferently, “To be precise, I crushed him to death.”

In the private rooms suspended above, seven or eight silhouettes approached the windows, their faces etched with shock.

“So be it. Today, I shall take your head, and restore the reputation of the Shadow Kill Sect,” Shen Wanan declared, flicking his fingers—a streak of energy shot forth.

What is a Grandmaster?

A wielder of life and death, a thief of lifespan.

That is a Grandmaster!