novelDen Chapter 1013: Reuniting With Friends
Chapter 1013: Reuniting With Friends
Eventually Qing Luan let out a slow breath while rubbing her forehead.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered.
Han Yu grinned.
"I’ll take that as praise."
Qing Luan could only shake her head helplessly.
Still...
Once the shock settled somewhat, she realized something else. For the first time since meeting him, Han Yu actually seemed relaxed. The oppressive mask he wore constantly as Ju Fan had vanished completely.
Now his expressions felt natural and alive.
Even his eyes seemed lighter.
That realization strangely made Qing Luan smile faintly. The following hours passed quickly as Han Yu fully updated her regarding the current situation.
They discussed expansion plans.
Trade routes.
Resource accumulation.
Hidden strongholds.
Potential allies.
Future infiltration targets.
Now that Han Yu himself could finally move freely outside the Blood Sect’s control, their operations could advance far more aggressively than before. Qing Luan immediately began mobilizing people accordingly.
The entire organization entered a completely new phase.
And once those matters were handled... Han Yu finally met the people he had missed for decades.
Senior Sister Xuan Qing.
Wu Shuan.
Senior Brother Duan.
The moment they saw him, all three froze completely.
For years they had known Han Yu remained alive somewhere. Ju Fan himself had secretly reassured them repeatedly over time. Yet knowledge and reality were entirely different things.
Now Han Yu truly stood before them again.
Alive.
Whole.
Smiling.
Xuan Qing broke first.
Tears immediately poured from her eyes while she covered her mouth trembling violently.
"Han Yu..."
That single name carried years of emotions within it.
She rushed forward and hugged him tightly while crying uncontrollably for several long minutes. Yet despite the tears, she smiled the entire time. Wu Shuan and Senior Brother Duan also stood there silently with reddened eyes.
Even they found it difficult to maintain composure.
Too much had happened.
Too many years had passed.
They all believed Han Yu disappeared forever after the destruction of their sect.
And now they finally learned the truth.
Han Yu had survived.
More than that...
He had spent all these years planning, fighting and carrying everything alone while secretly trying to save all of them.
That realization struck them harder than anything else.
Wu Shuan finally stepped forward and punched Han Yu lightly on the shoulder.
"You damned bastard," he muttered hoarsely. "Do you know how much suffering you caused us worrying all these years?"
Han Yu laughed softly.
"Sorry."
Senior Brother Duan shook his head while smiling bitterly.
"You infiltrated the Blood Sect alone..."
Even now he found the idea absurd.
Han Yu merely shrugged casually.
"Well, it worked."
The three of them almost felt speechless hearing that simple answer.
Worked?
Han Yu had practically turned the entire Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect upside down. And somehow he spoke about it like it was a minor inconvenience.
Yet seeing him standing there alive...
None of them could bring themselves to complain anymore.
Time passed swiftly...
Han Yu stood silently within the underground hall while the gathered cultivators discussed matters among themselves in hushed voices.
The atmosphere had changed greatly over the past year.
When Han Yu first started contacting the hidden enemies of the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect, most of them approached cautiously. Suspicion ran deep among the survivors of the Blood Continent. Many clans had survived only because they learned how to distrust everyone around them.
Yet now...
Now the same people looked toward Han Yu with entirely different expressions.
Respect.
Shock.
Disbelief.
And in some cases, outright awe.
Over the next year after gaining freedom from the sect’s surveillance, Han Yu moved aggressively. He personally coordinated alliances, arranged hidden meetings and established secure communication channels between the various hidden powers scattered throughout the Blood Continent.
Madam Cold Fang proved invaluable during all of this.
Many of the surviving hidden clans trusted her more readily due to her ancient origins and the history of the Frost Bat Clan. She personally vouched for Han Yu repeatedly, assuring them that everything he claimed was true.
Still, even with her support, the first meetings often turned awkward.
Because no one expected Han Yu himself. They expected some ancient schemer. Some terrifying hidden ancestor who had spent thousands of years preparing revenge against the Blood Sect.
Instead...
They found a young man barely fifty four years old.
A man whose age alone almost sounded insulting compared to the monstrous achievements attached to his name. Even now Han Yu remained absurdly young for a Peak Nascent Soul realm cultivator.
Many of the gathered cultivators had grandchildren older than him.
Some were thousands of years old themselves. And yet the one sitting before them calmly while coordinating forces against the greatest hegemon of the Blood Continent was this absurdly young cultivator.
The reactions were naturally dramatic.
"I refuse to believe it."
That had been the first thing one old Dao Shell realm cultivator said after meeting Han Yu. The elderly man had stared at him for several minutes before finally looking toward Madam Cold Fang.
"You are telling me this child destroyed multiple inheritances of the Blood Sect?"
Han Yu merely smiled calmly while sipping tea.
Madam Cold Fang nodded seriously.
"He did."
The old cultivator still looked unconvinced. Then Han Yu calmly began explaining the internal structure of the Blood Sect. He described the Legacy Disciple hierarchy. The hidden ancestor chambers beneath Heart Peak.
He told them about the layout of the Grand Hall, the internal politics between the Peak Heads, the purge operations, the tournament incident, the framing of High Elder Zhongli, the destruction of the Lung Peak inheritances and finally, the death of Legacy Disciple Bai Langya.
The more he spoke, the quieter the room became.
Because the details were too precise.
Too real.
Too impossible to fabricate.
Eventually the old cultivator slowly leaned back while staring at Han Yu with a complicated expression.
"...Monster."
Han Yu smiled lightly.
"I hear that often."
After that, convincing the others became significantly easier.
The hidden powers of the Blood Continent had endured generations of hatred and suppression. Most of them long ago accepted that true revenge against the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect might never come.
They merely struggled to survive.
To preserve their bloodlines.
To pass down fragments of their inheritances.
Yet now someone had actually struck the Blood Sect hard enough to force them into complete isolation.