Throughout the great divine island were young people — all of them exceptional talents from the great sects. Each possessed admirable natural gifts. Yet after seeing the Yao Guang sage-child and the Ji Family’s divine king-body figures, everyone voluntarily chose to keep a low profile.
Then, upon seeing the Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King and Ye Fan, all present restrained themselves even further — fearing these two murderous stars might single them out.
The Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King had always been wildly arrogant. When his killing intent flared, he recognized no kinship whatsoever. It was said he had once killed thirteen members of his own clan — cold-blooded and ruthless, possessed of an innate demonic nature.
As for Ye Fan — there was no need to say more. He had killed no small number of holy land disciples. Many members of Yao Guang and the Ji Family had perished at his hands; he had even suppressed the purple mansion’s sage-woman. Not long ago, he had executed the holy woman of the Supreme Grand Sect of the Central Province. Who would dare provoke him? The younger generation all detoured around him upon sight.
After Feng Huang intervened, the Golden-Winged Xiaopeng King gave a cold snort. Killing intent was written all over him, but he forced down his fury, turned, and walked away — heading to another end of the great island, putting distance between himself and Ye Fan.
Ye Fan gave a light laugh and brushed past Feng Huang without another glance, striking up conversation with others.
Feng Huang was momentarily taken aback. Seeing this attitude of his, she had no good way to respond. She gave a cold snort and turned to leave, leaving behind a trace of fragrance.
The Great Xia imperial prince, Yao Yue Kong, Ye Fan, and Li Heishui conversed together. Their status was extraordinary and they feared no one. During the conversation, Ye Fan asked the white-robed little novice nun where Shen Can had gone.
Xia Yilin wrinkled her refined nose and sighed repeatedly. In the Northern Region she had encountered Shen Can several times, but that small golden creature had completely forgotten about her, paying her no mind at all. Most recently, it had disappeared entirely.
“Is this Brother Ye Fan, the Holy Body? Truly a talent of the era — seeing you today is a blessing of three lifetimes.” A very refined and handsome young man approached — fair-complexioned, wearing a warm smile.
“You are…” Ye Fan was puzzled.
“My name is Zhao Fa — a nobody, incomparable to Brother Ye. I came here only by mustering my nerve, hoping to make a friend.” Zhao Fa smiled.
“Be careful with this one — he is not a good sort. He comes from the Purple Subtlety Sect, a sect of mysterious lineage — not a holy land per se, but its members are all incomparably powerful!” Yao Yue Kong transmitted his voice.
Hearing the word “Purple Subtlety,” Ye Fan’s heart immediately stirred. He could not help but look Zhao Fa over several more times. He looked very refined, not at all like a cultivator.
Li Heishui also transmitted: “I’ve heard of this person. He’s not a good thing — honey in his mouth and a dagger in his belly. He loves to make underhanded strikes at critical moments. His reputation is very poor. The Purple Subtlety Sect — their true strength is unknown, but they are said to be wealthy enough to rival the world, with fingers in every trade and industry.”
“Brother Zhao is too courteous. To become acquainted is to become friends — there is no need for such formality.” Ye Fan responded with a smile.
Zhao Fa said much, and only at the end did he get to his purpose — stating that he wished to purchase with great wealth the Dragon Pattern Black Gold sacred spirit sword in Ye Fan’s possession, and moreover wished to buy the Qilin divine medicine seed.
Ye Fan thought for a moment and understood. The world knew he did not have long to live. Zhao Fa was thinking to obtain the treasures on his person in advance, before missing the opportunity.
He could not help but smile, saying: “It is not that I refuse to sell — rather I cannot sell. In a few days I may need to sever my own cultivation to use the Qilin seed to prolong my life and become an ordinary mortal. As for the Dragon Pattern Black Gold sacred spirit sword — I also plan to use it to exchange for supreme rare spiritual medicines, purely to extend my life.”
Not only Zhao Fa was alarmed — even other sage-children and sage-women looked over at this. He was going to sever his own cultivation just to survive? Was this true? This was a major event!
“Brother Ye has encountered such misfortune — it is truly heartbreaking. I believe you will certainly pass through this crisis and in the future shine even more brilliantly.” Zhao Fa smiled, then turned and departed.
A moment later, Xiao Nannan tilted her head up and tugged on Ye Fan’s leg, saying: “Big brother, he is not a good person. Nannan heard him — he was just now saying something fierce…”
“Nannan, what did you hear?” Ye Fan was astonished and crouched down. He had not expected the small girl’s hearing to be so extraordinary.
Xiao Nannan had overheard Zhao Fa speaking privately with someone — plotting to act against Ye Fan, intending to plunder the treasures on his person once he was at death’s door. Or if he became a mortal, to strike him down decisively.
Yao Yue Kong and the Great Xia imperial prince were both stunned. They had heard nothing at all, yet Xiao Nannan had obtained all of this — truly alarming.
Xiao Nannan was like a porcelain doll — very well-behaved. The white-robed little novice nun crouched down and lifted her up in a fond embrace, the picture of affection, and gave her a top-grade spirit fruit.
“Let’s deal with him first — how dare he scheme like this!” Li Heishui said with fierceness.
Ye Fan smiled lightly and said: “We don’t need to stoop to his level for now. Didn’t you say the Purple Subtlety Sect is rich enough to rival the world? I have other plans.”
Shortly afterward, several Wind Clan youths walked past. When passing Ye Fan, their expressions were obviously unfavorable. They had not forgotten those three million catties of Source. Someone murmured quietly: “The nerve, showing up here…”
“Young people should look further ahead. Whatever else may be said, he obtained the Source Celestial Master’s legacy. Returning three million catties of Source to you would be a trivial matter.” The Great Black Dog swept a glance at them.
“With a life nearly gone, how is he going to repay anything?” One of them was rather discourteous — he had been suppressed by Ye Fan before.
Feng Huang’s attendant was also nearby, saying: “He should hand over the Dragon Pattern Black Gold sacred spirit sword and the Qilin divine medicine seed — using those to offset three million catties of Source wouldn’t even be enough.”
“All right — it is precisely because you’ve said these things that I intend to live on.” Ye Fan smiled.
“What… do you mean by that?” All the young Wind Clan members were startled and involuntarily stepped back. The sage-children and sage-women also looked over simultaneously.
“I mean — soon I will sever my own cultivation and from that point forward be a mortal. I intend to strive to become a Source Celestial Master, and at that time repay your Source.” Ye Fan said.
Everyone present was struck. They knew that Ye Fan had indeed obtained the Source Celestial Master’s legacy — perhaps he truly was about to walk another path.
Many let out a quiet breath. The Holy Body’s days were indeed running out. The time to make a choice had come. At the same time, there was no small amount of surprise — even with his entire cultivation abolished, if Ye Fan became a Source Celestial Master, he would be an honored guest of every great holy land.