Chapter 776: Chapter 776

As dusk fell, the hunters who had accompanied Fang Bai into the mountains gathered in the yard of Zhao Yunjian’s house, where they shared a rich lunch together. Many of them ate and drank heartily, returning home in a drunken stupor.

After seeing off over a dozen hunters with Zhao Yunjian and his son, Fang Bai prepared to rest here another night and leave in the morning to continue his journey of training.

As night approached, Zhao Family Village suddenly saw the arrival of a dozen or so Japanese tourists, carrying large and small bags.

Apart from one woman, the impression these Japanese tourists left on the villagers of the Zhao Family Village was one of few words and stern faces, silent and untalkative.

What surprised the villagers of the Zhao Family Village even more was that in the bitter cold, these Japanese tourists were all dressed very lightly, as though they were not afraid of the cold at all.

The Japanese woman who was responsible for communicating with the Zhao Family Village villagers seemed to be just over twenty, with fair skin, a slender waist, long legs, and was very beautiful. Moreover, she spoke fluent Huaxia.

Introducing herself as Hattori Yumi, during her interactions with the villagers, she always carried a refreshing smile on her face. Whenever the villagers answered her questions, she would bow to express her thanks, appearing very polite.

"Are these Japanese martial artists really tourists traveling in this area? I’m afraid it’s not that simple!"

Fang Bai stood among the villagers of the Zhao Family Village, his eyes slightly narrowed as he scanned over the Japanese tourists, sensing fluctuations of Essence Energy from them—knowing they were martial artists, each with considerable skill.

Especially the Japanese woman named Hattori Yumi, who, despite appearing harmless, had the strongest abilities among the Japanese martial artists, an Earth Level Perfection martial artist.

These Japanese martial artists, although they all disguised themselves well, masquerading as tourists, could not hide from Fang Bai’s "Fiery Eyes."

Fang Bai’s attention was mostly focused on Hattori Yumi, this Japanese woman, and considering her name, he thought of Hattori Jiro, the leader of the Kyokushinkai he met in America.

Having been in this world for a long time, Fang Bai was knowledgeable about the history of various countries and knew that the Hattori Clan was a very famous Martial Arts Prominent Clan in Japan, which had produced numerous renowned ninjas in history. He wondered if this Hattori Yumi had any connection to Hattori Jiro.

Seeing Fang Bai brazenly appraising her, Hattori Yumi’s brows furrowed slightly and a sharp glint flashed in her eyes, but she quickly resumed her smiling demeanor.

After interacting with the villagers of Zhao Family Village, Hattori Yumi implied that she hoped the villagers could make a few rooms available for them to spend the night, and that they would leave the next morning.

Given that Japan had invaded Huaxia decades ago, and Zhao Family Village had also suffered greatly at that time, the villagers held a grudge and did not hold any good feelings toward these Japanese tourists. However, after hearing Hattori Yumi say they were willing to pay a high price for lodging, several impoverished villagers were tempted and offered to vacate their homes for them to stay in.

Although many villagers of Zhao Family Village were unhappy with the stay of the Japanese tourists, they kept their discontent to themselves and did not voice it. So, that evening, the dozen or so Japanese tourists were accommodated in Zhao Family Village.

Fang Bai always felt that these Japanese martial artists had not come here merely for sightseeing; therefore, they had other motives.

Harboring this suspicion, late into the night when all was quiet, Fang Bai dispersed his Divine Sense, enveloping the entire Zhao Family Village within it. Thus, every move of every person in Zhao Family Village was under Fang Bai’s surveillance.

The place where Hattori Yumi lived was only a hundred or two hundred meters away in a straight line from Fang Bai’s house, and her actions could not escape Fang Bai’s attention.

The night was at its peak, and Hattori Yumi had not rested; she and several Japanese martial artists were currently gathered in the room she was staying in, huddled around a table, carefully examining a map spread out on it.

The map was actually a landscape painting that depicted the mountains and terrains within a hundred miles around Zhao Family Village. The painting lacked any seals, poetry inscriptions, or signatures and appeared ancient and yellowed, suggesting it had been around for some years.

Some of the mountains and rivers on the map were labeled with names, and Hattori Yumi and the Japanese martial artists were pointing at these names, discussing something indecipherable.

Although Fang Bai could not understand the conversation of the Japanese martial artists, from their expressions and gestures, he could guess they wanted to use the map to search for something.

"Let’s see what they’re up to tomorrow..."

Since Fang Bai did not understand the Japanese language, he lost interest in eavesdropping further. He then retracted his Divine Sense, sat cross-legged to rest, and prepared to follow the Japanese martial artists the next day to see what they were up to.

After dawn, Fang Bai stepped out of his room and saw about a dozen Japanese martial artists, led by Hattori Yumi, gathered at the door of Zhao Yunjian’s home.

Hattori Yumi stood in front of Zhao Yunjian and his son, pointing at the various mountain peaks surrounding Zhao Family Village, inquiring about the names of those peaks.

Zhao Yunjian and his son did not understand why Hattori Yumi was asking about the names of those peaks. Driven by their simple and hospitable nature, they still answered each question.

"Mr. Zhao, you have grown up here since childhood and must be very familiar with the local topography, right? The thing is, we have come here to appreciate the beautiful landscapes of your country... While I was in Japan, I heard there is a ’Flying Dragon Mountain’ nearby with exceptionally beautiful scenery. We would like to visit it, but we don’t know the exact location... Do you know where ’Flying Dragon Mountain’ is?" Hattori Yumi suddenly said to Zhao Yunjian.

Upon hearing the words "Flying Dragon Mountain," Zhao Yunjian’s expression became strange, and he frowned, "Flying Dragon Mountain... I do know where it is, but..."

Hattori Yumi’s eyes lit up, and she eagerly asked, "But what?"

"Well, this matter is actually related to your country, Japan!"

Zhao Yunjian glanced at Hattori Yumi, his tone turning somewhat unfriendly, "I heard that when your country, Japan, invaded Huaxia, they killed many people in this area. Later, the bodies were dumped in a valley near ’Flying Dragon Mountain’, which afterwards became known as ’Deadman’s Valley,’ a place of ill omen. For the next several decades, no one dared to visit ’Flying Dragon Mountain’ for fun, let alone approach ’Deadman’s Valley’..."

"For the harm my ancestors caused to your country, I offer my deepest apologies here. I’m truly sorry!"

Hattori Yumi bowed deeply to Zhao Yunjian, speaking sincerely.

Zhao Yunjian waved his hand and sighed, "You weren’t born at that time, these matters have nothing to do with you! But I suggest you forget about going to Flying Dragon Mountain. The place has a heavy Yin presence, it’s inauspicious!"