Unable to figure things out, Terry Yang wanted to ask his mother. As for Evan Yang, arriving in such a strange place, he had no idea what was what, so he planned to find someone to ask about this so-called forbidden land.
But he found that the people he approached knew nothing about the forbidden land, or else they dodged the question, as if mentioning it violated some rule.
After asking around for a long while with no results, Evan Yang sat in an inn, drinking alone, muttering, "If I can't find out today, I'll ask some big shots tomorrow."
Just then, a dirty hand reached out, snatched Evan Yang's wine cup, and gulped it down. As Evan was about to speak, the man laughed and said, "New here, huh?"
The man looked just like a ragged beggar. Seeing him, Evan Yang remembered the beggar who once taught him alchemy, but this one seemed younger. If it were someone else, they’d probably despise having him sit nearby and curse him for stealing their wine.
Just then, as Evan Yang was lost in thought, the server walked by and sighed, "Kid, you just got conned."
"I saw you asking about forbidden lands and such. So, which planet under the Yang Clan are you from? Who’s in charge? Didn’t your city lord tell you not to ask about that stuff?" The beggar said, pouring himself another drink from a nearby jug.
Evan Yang looked at him curiously. He seemed ordinary but gave off a different vibe—not like a regular person. So Evan asked, "Senior, I have a bit of amnesia, so I really don’t know where I’m from or which city lord manages me."
The beggar swallowed the wine he was about to drink and said, "So that's how it is, no wonder. Lucky you ran into me, though. If a Yang Clan manager saw you asking about that, they'd cripple you for sure."
"Is it really that serious?" Evan Yang asked curiously.
"Of course. The forbidden land is strictly taboo here—even if some high-level figures know about it, they’re forbidden to speak. If anyone is caught talking, they’ll be branded a traitor to the Yang Clan and their soul will be annihilated," the wine beggar replied.
"I see." Evan Yang replied.
"So, why are you looking for the forbidden land?" the wine beggar asked, sipping his wine.
"Even though I lost my memory, I have a vague recollection that's somehow tied to the forbidden land, but I just can't remember the details. That's why I want to figure it out," Evan Yang explained.
"Connected to the forbidden land? How could that be?" The wine beggar said, clearly skeptical.
"I don't know either—that's why I'm asking," Evan Yang said, pretending to be clueless. After all, this was Yang Clan territory, and he had to conceal his identity and motives.
"I don’t know either—that’s why I’m asking." Evan Yang pretended, since this was Yang Clan territory and he had to hide his true identity and intentions.
"You’d better give up on that idea. Just focus on figuring out how to survive here. Don’t bother asking about forbidden lands." The beggar advised.
"Really can’t ask?" Evan Yang asked skeptically.
"Nope. Not at all. That’s all I can say." The beggar put down his cup, stood up, and left. As he walked away, he laughed, "Life’s for drinking, and drinking’s for life."
Evan Yang watched the beggar’s back, tempted to chase after him for more answers about the forbidden land. But the beggar’s warning made Evan realize that asking around one by one would only attract the Yang Clan’s suspicion.
Just then, as Evan Yang was lost in thought, the inn worker walked by and sighed, "Kid, you just got conned."
"Conned?" Evan Yang asked, puzzled.
"That's right. He drank all your wine." The worker explained.
Evan Yang checked—sure enough, not a drop was left. The worker added sympathetically, "He's our famous wine beggar, always tricking people out of their drinks. No money, lazy, loves to eat. He specializes in conning strangers—you're the nth one today, I've lost count."
Evan Yang was surprised—he hadn’t expected the man to have such a reputation. He asked, "You really don’t know who he is?"
"No idea," the worker replied, shaking his head.
Evan Yang could only leave helplessly. Outside, he spotted the wine beggar not far away, surrounded by several children teasing and even throwing things at him.
The wine beggar dodged and darted around, playing hide-and-seek with the kids.
Evan Yang walked over. The wine beggar glanced at Evan and laughed, "Thanks for your wine earlier."
"If you’re willing, I’ll bring you some even better wine next time," Evan Yang laughed.
"Senior? What senior? I’m definitely older than you, but I’m useless—just a bum. If you want something from me, forget it. If you leave, I won’t even want your wine." The wine beggar listened to Evan's words, then laughed.
Evan Yang hadn’t expected the beggar to think that way, so he laughed, "Senior, you misunderstood. I really don’t want anything from you—I just want to make friends."
The wine beggar originally planned to refuse, but seeing that look in Evan Yang’s eyes, he hesitated, then shook his head, "Impossible."
"Senior, what’s wrong?" Evan Yang asked curiously.
"Nothing, nothing at all. You really want to be friends with me?" The wine beggar asked.
"Yeah, I’m sure," Evan Yang replied.
"Alright, I’ll pick the best tavern and the best wine. You pay the bill—hehe, I can drink to my heart’s content. Let’s go." The wine beggar laughed.
Evan Yang smiled—just moments ago the beggar refused, now he changed his mind so quickly. Still, since Evan had already spoken, he wouldn’t take it back, so he let the wine beggar lead the way.
On the way, people saw Evan Yang following the wine beggar and pitied him, thinking he was another fool falling for the trick. Some children even chanted a nursery rhyme.
"Wine beggar, tricking people for wine and tricking people for money," the children sang, describing the beggar’s character. Evan Yang heard it and was amused.
The wine beggar just laughed, "Don’t listen to them—they’re just talking nonsense."
Evan Yang smiled, starting to wonder if the beggar was really just an ordinary person. But Evan wasn’t worried.
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Meanwhile, on the other side, Terry Yang had already used the city’s teleportation array to reach the largest planet—the one that was fiery red.
After stepping out of the teleportation array, Terry Yang walked down the main street. Everyone who recognized him greeted him respectfully, "Lord Terry."
Terry Yang just nodded in response and kept walking until he reached a mansion. The guards at the gate all called out, "Lord Terry."
"Where’s Madam?" Terry Yang asked.
"She’s inside," the guard replied.
"And my father?" Terry Yang asked.
"He’s inside too," the guard replied.
"Both in the same room?" Terry Yang asked.
"Yes. They’re waiting for you there," the guard said.
"Got it. Go ahead and get back to work." Terry Yang said, then walked past the guard and headed toward the mansion. Soon, a large single-story house came into view.
The lights were on inside, and two figures paced back and forth. Terry Yang naturally knew who they were: his own father and mother, waiting together for him. It must be something important, so Terry didn’t pause and went straight to the door, knocked, and said, "Father, Mother, Terry is back."
"Come in," a woman’s voice replied.
Terry Yang pushed open the door and saw a bearded man in armor standing by a desk, and a woman standing in front of it.
Wearing armor indoors, Terry Yang realized his father must have just returned and hadn’t had time to change—or maybe he was about to leave again soon.
So he asked, "Father, Mother, were you urgently looking for me?"
"Of course! If I didn’t call you, the Yang Clan’s reputation would be ruined because of you," the man said angrily.
The woman frowned, "Is that any way to speak to your child?" Clearly, the man listened to her and suppressed his anger. The woman looked at Terry Yang, "Terry, how was your trip? Did you gain anything?"
"No, I actually lost some people," Terry Yang replied.
"You dare say that? Didn’t I tell you to stay out of trouble? Now everyone outside says the Yang Clan is nothing special—even the other Heaven‑Battling Clans know. If they hadn’t mentioned it, I wouldn’t have known you caused so much trouble outside." The man said angrily.
Terry Yang knew his father often interacted with other clans, so getting news was normal. The four clans also secretly compete, so being mocked is unacceptable. That’s why his father was so angry. "Father, I just wanted to raise our Yang Clan’s reputation. Who knew it would turn out like this?" Terry Yang said.
"Raise our reputation? You sure did—but in the worst way. Luckily your grandfather is in seclusion and doesn’t know. If he found out, he’d be furious," the man snorted.
"Father, don’t tell Grandpa. If he finds out, he won’t let me become the next clan leader," Terry Yang said.
Mentioning the clan leader calmed the man down a bit. The woman also spoke up for Terry Yang, "Terry only did it for the good of the Yang Clan. Don’t get angry so easily, okay? Besides, nothing major happened—it’s just a lost match." "You don’t understand!" the man was clearly furious about losing. In his mind, the Heaven‑Battling Clans are supposed to be the best, but losing to others was humiliating.
The woman knew how much the man valued family honor, so she didn’t say more. Instead, she said, "Now that he’s back, let’s let it go."
"Let it go? Fine! But he’s to go into seclusion at Starsea for a thousand years!" the man declared.
"What!" Terry Yang and the woman both looked shocked.
"Any questions?" the man asked.
Terry Yang didn’t dare argue and quickly signaled to the woman—his mother, who naturally didn’t want Terry to stay in seclusion for so long. She said, "A thousand years? Isn’t that too much? I think a hundred years is plenty."