Chapter 5: This Move Is Called the Backward Glide of the Falling Goose Pose

After exchanging a few more pleasantries with Yang Yan and his wife, Yang Qingyuan prepared to return to his own room first.

However, just after bidding farewell to the couple and taking a few steps outside, Yang Qingyuan slowed his pace, his gaze casually sweeping around behind him.

Though no one was visible, Yang Qingyuan's powerful spiritual awareness detected someone following him.

Judging by the aura, the follower was not particularly strong.

Yang Qingyuan pondered briefly, then guessed who was tailing him.

At that thought, a sly smile curved the corner of his mouth.

At a corner, Yang Qingyuan suddenly flashed, disappearing from sight.

The person following him was startled but hurriedly quickened his pace to catch up.

Just as he reached the corner, in his blind spot, a small foot unexpectedly kicked him squarely in the rear, sending him flying.

"This move is called the ‘Rearward Sandfall Goose Kick’," Yang Qingyuan said with a smile as his figure slowly reappeared behind him.

He looked down at the person sprawled before him and then asked, "Tell me, Yang Yitan, why are you following me?"

The man was none other than Yang Yitan, who had been watching Yang Qingyuan intently since earlier.

Despite being kicked flat on his backside, Yang Yitan remained calm, elegantly brushing off the dust and turning to look at Yang Qingyuan with a hint of curiosity.

“How did you just evade the perception of my Celestial Eye?”

Normally, for members of the Yang family, who possess the Celestial Eye on their forehead, there are no blind spots or obstacles to their vision.

Even if someone hid around a corner, Yang Yitan could pinpoint their position through the Celestial Eye’s penetrating sight.

Yet just now, Yang Qingyuan had somehow blocked the Celestial Eye’s perception, catching Yang Yitan unprepared and causing him to suffer a major loss.

“We’re all of the Yang family. Is it that difficult to figure out how to block another’s Celestial Eye perception?”

Yang Qingyuan shrugged.

“I see...” Yang Yitan nodded, a fiery determination flashing in his eyes.

“First, thank you for saving my aunt and her family yesterday. Yang Yitan offers his gratitude.”

With that, Yang Yitan respectfully bowed to Yang Qingyuan.

“No need for thanks. Sister Yang Yan already expressed her gratitude,” Yang Qingyuan waved off.

“Secondly, I want to ask you something else.”

“Go ahead.”

“You’ve been hiding your true strength all these years, haven’t you?”

“What do you mean?” Yang Qingyuan frowned.

“The speed you showed when you struck my uncle yesterday—neither I nor Wang Quanbaoye even reacted in time. From that moment, I realized you’ve been concealing your power.”

“I’m not hiding my strength; I just never displayed it.”

“With your cultivation and talent, how could your Celestial Eye still be unopened? Don’t tell me you’re not deliberately disguising yourself.”

Yang Qingyuan twisted his mouth and, somewhat frustrated, rubbed the still-closed third eye on his forehead.

“I have no idea why this thing hasn’t opened yet. You opened yours early—any tips? Teach me.”

Yang Yitan was momentarily stunned. Seeing Yang Qingyuan’s expression didn’t seem to be a lie, he regarded him skeptically.

“Your Celestial Eye really hasn’t opened?”

“If you don’t believe me, come try using your spiritual power to check.”

Yang Yitan nodded and pointed a finger at Yang Qingyuan’s forehead.

A purple light flashed, and moments later, Yang Yitan opened his eyes with surprise.

“It really hasn’t opened. How is that possible? In our Yang family, even the least gifted open their eyes by six years old at the latest.”

The Celestial Eye’s awakening time reflects the owner’s talent to some extent.

The earlier it opens, the stronger the talent.

For example, Yang Yitan’s Celestial Eye opened at birth, making him the undisputed top talent among the younger generation of the Yang family.

But a prodigy like Yang Qingyuan, still unopened at eight, was unprecedented in the Yang family’s thousands of years.

“Ask me? Who am I supposed to ask?”

Yang Qingyuan rolled his eyes in exasperation.

“By the way, do you have any tricks for opening the Celestial Eye? Share with me.”

“Mine opened naturally when I was born, so I don’t have any tips.”

Yang Qingyuan smirked.

Lucky for those born with such innate gifts—like a built-in ‘golden finger.’ Unlike me, who has to beg and plead everywhere just to open the Celestial Eye...

“Got it. If that’s all, I’ll be going now.”

Finding nothing useful from Yang Yitan, Yang Qingyuan turned to leave.

“Hey, wait!”

“Anything else? Don’t tell me you’re actually gay...”

“Gay? Gay what?”

Yang Yitan’s previously handsome face clouded with confusion.

“Never mind, that’s a job title.”

“Oh...”

Yang Yitan nodded thoughtfully, then continued, “I came to ask if you’ll participate in the Blue Sky Tournament a few months from now?”

“Blue Sky Tournament?”

Yang Qingyuan paused, then suddenly recalled the event.

The Blue Sky Tournament was a grand event organized by the Dao Alliance to test the talents of disciples from prominent families.

The testing tool was a ‘stone’ left behind across the lands by the Third Young Master when he once drew a circle.

This particular stone obtained by the Dao Alliance was later called the ‘Dao Alliance Secret Cache.’

Any child who could perceive the information left behind in the Secret Cache by the Third Young Master inevitably became a pillar of the Dao Alliance’s future.

Therefore, the Dao Alliance always attached great importance to the Blue Sky Tournament.

At the event, whether from the world’s top demon-slaying family Wang Quan or the Divine Fire Manor with its pure Yang flame, the younger generation would all be sent to participate.

As the young master of the Celestial Eye Yang family, Yang Yitan was no exception.

“I’ll see about it. Whether I participate depends not on me, but on the family head.”

With that, Yang Qingyuan shrugged.

“Well then, I really need to rest now. Don’t bother me unless it’s important. Thanks.”

Watching Yang Qingyuan’s figure fade into the distance, a smile crept across Yang Yitan’s lips.

“Besides Wang Quanbaoye, another interesting rival has appeared in the Dao Alliance. Excellent, truly excellent...”