“Hey, did you hear? That foreign young man failed again — burned through two portions of the evolution precious liquid, created quite a stir, and accomplished absolutely nothing.”
Ye Fan’s failure gave many people gloating pleasure while simultaneously filling them with deep indignation, convinced that he had squandered divine mineral substances — an extreme and unconscionable waste.
A mood of discontent was brewing. Some harbored genuine hostility toward him, and when Ye Fan went out, he sensed the atmosphere clearly — the corner of his mouth curved into nothing more than a cold smile.
“Hey, foreign young man — you really have a thick skin, don’t you? What face do you have to remain in the Heaven Pure Land? Relying on the trust and favor that Miss Fanxian has shown you, recklessly consuming the divine liquid, yet unable to evolve — are you not ashamed?”
“Come! Let us exchange blows — I think it is necessary for you to come to a clear-eyed recognition of your own worthlessness as a waste physique!”
“A mere ant can never evolve into a great dragon. Stop indulging your wild fantasies. Do you think Miss Fanxian can protect you for the rest of your life? I imagine you will very soon be swept out the door.”
Faced with these provocations, Ye Fan ignored every one of them. Only those who dared to actually strike him would receive punishment — but after the Xuan Mo incident, no one reckless enough to resort to physical force had appeared.
His physique is truly formidable? Fanxian had also begun to find her own uncle somewhat difficult to understand.
And Ye Fan had not rushed to leave either — he had received a hint from Fanzhu, suggesting he adjust his state, for perhaps unexpected changes were forthcoming.
“Uncle, are you certain you wish to give him the third-grade evolution liquid? This is the most precious and rare divine liquid of all — even the major figureheads are hoping and waiting for it. Not a single drop can be allowed to go to waste!” Fanxian remained skeptical.
The supreme evolution liquid was divided into grades. Back outside the Deathless Mountain, the precious liquid that the violet-eyed woman and her companions had extracted had only been of the initial grade — Ye Fan had heard this from their own lips, and remembered it clearly.
This time, the Fan Clan of the Heaven Pure Land employed an ancient divine alchemy extraction method, which not only greatly shortened the time required but also elevated the grade of the precious liquid by a considerable margin. This was why, on this very first extraction, a second-grade precious liquid had been produced.
And over these days, they had pressed forward with further intensive extraction work, and the third-grade precious liquid was finally almost ready — hailed as a supreme rarity of the age.
The divine mineral substances were the most critical of all ingredients. The Fan Clan had acquired several of the most precious and rare primary materials, which was why extraction of the third-grade precious liquid had been possible at all — a feat that had not been seen in the Immortal Feather Star Sea for many years.
There was no question that the Primordial Destiny Stone and the Celestial Destiny Divine Rock that the Fan Clan had obtained were supreme-grade, without equal in the world. However, several of the other divine mineral primary materials were relatively inferior, which meant it was impossible to continue raising the grade any further.
In addition, the extraction method was also of paramount importance. Several ancient divine-level techniques had already been lost to history, and therefore even some powerful factions who possessed divine materials in abundance struggled to achieve success.
The value of the third-grade divine liquid was beyond measure — it would drive countless ancient undying ones to emerge from seclusion and smash their own heads fighting over it.
“This person’s blood will be worth far more than that!” Fanzhu said — only this one sentence, yet it resolved all of the direct descendants’ doubts.
His eyes were deep and unfathomable. Within their depths, the grandeur of collapsing mountains and rivers, of stars in motion, seemed to stir. He waited with boundless anticipation, his gaze fixed upon Ye Fan’s closed-door cultivation site.
“His blood — could it be within ten generations, or perhaps even further back…?!” Fanxian was shaken.
Outside, the commotion was endless. Everyone was discussing the matter of Ye Fan’s physique, saying he was a waste physique, that using the supreme precious liquid on him was pure squandering — yet Fanzhu and a handful of others simply waited in quiet, beams of terrible light surging from their eyes.
Ye Fan rarely went out anymore — going out only ever invited trouble. He had no wish to deal with all those provocations.
But events did not come to a halt. On yet another chill and quiet night, the moonlight soft, Ye Fan sat cross-legged upon a stone cliff, his heart open to the sky, drawing in the essence of heaven and earth.
He had a premonition — that breakthrough was not far off. If he cultivated like this, perhaps in the not-too-distant future he could break through the barrier. The second-grade supreme evolution liquid had produced some effect after all.
Heaven and earth were boundless, the universe vast. He seemed to be standing within the cold emptiness of the cosmos, drawing in and perceiving the secrets of the world’s initial creation, listening to the voice of the primordial Great Dao.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, a beam of icy blade-light erupted — several thousand zhang long, slashing toward him from the cliff face ahead. This was a saint-level fluctuation — terrifying beyond measure!
Ye Fan turned and moved without hesitation. Someone wanted to kill him, had come prepared, and deployed ancient saint-level power — using sheer Dao cultivation to suppress him, denying him the chance of close combat.
The blade-light was blinding, several thousand zhang in length, fierce and ruthless — a vast expanse of white that severed even the moonlight in the night sky. In all this darkness, only it blazed with boundless cold radiance.
In the distance, a pale blue metallic mech stood only eight zhang tall — not particularly large — yet terrifying beyond description, radiating ancient saint-level fluctuations. It held a blue demon blade that came crashing down.
This was forged from a mixed divine alloy. A blue metallic sheen flickered from it, making the mech appear crystalline and filled with a sense of power and beauty. Its offensive force was overpowering — supremely formidable!
Ye Fan’s expression changed. In recent days he had learned that the more powerful the person controlling a saint-level mech, the more terrifying the power they could unleash — a half-saint at the helm was sufficient to stand against an ancient saint!
Evidently, this was a powerful half-saint — bringing him enormous pressure. Now installed within the blue mech, countless Great Dao markings flowed like water through the eternal void.
It was like a reborn blue phoenix spreading its wings and crying out, rending heaven and earth apart. Ye Fan used the Black Arrow as a body shield and fled at full speed, yet still barely escaped death.
The one thing he was grateful for was that the underground dragon energy in this area was particularly dense. Drawing upon the Source Heaven Divine Art, he burrowed into the earth and traveled eight thousand li in a single dive, evading a blow that would otherwise have been certain death.
Though somewhat disheveled, there was no denying this was a miracle — surviving a supreme killing strike equivalent to that of an ancient saint.
The instant he went eight thousand li underground, the stone forest above was instantly reduced to ash. A vast area became a black hole — swept clean by the battle blade held in the mech’s blue-gleaming metallic hands.
“Who dares to attack my Heaven Pure Land?!” Fanzhu was furious. He led a group of powerful experts in a pursuit, but in the end arrived one step too late — the blue-gold mech had already made a spatial jump and vanished.
This was another great commotion. Many people clamored as a large number rushed to the scene, shattering the stillness of the deep night.
Within Cao Qing’s courtyard, the elderly manservant knelt in contrition. “This old servant is at fault — I had not anticipated that he would actually slip away and escape.”
Cao Qing’s face was dark. “This person’s instinctive perception is too terrifying — he can sense danger before it arrives. It seems that the Celestial Destiny Rock and the Primordial Destiny Stone have granted him enormous benefits. He is a true ascetic cultivator who has opened many divine gates of the body’s treasure — he is not to be underestimated!”
“The main issue is that this old servant is not yet fully familiar with this super saint-level mech — there was stiffness in my movements. Otherwise, even if he evaded the first strike, he could not have escaped my grasp. The power of an ancient saint is boundless — how could it be something he can contend against?” The elderly manservant blamed himself.
“This person cannot be allowed to grow powerful. Quickly make contact with the relevant parties — he must be eliminated by any and all means necessary. I need his Indestructible Golden Blood — its value is beyond estimation!” Cao Qing said with a vicious expression.
“Is he… truly worth that much?” The elderly manservant was doubtful.
Cao Qing was absolutely certain. “Of course! If my guess is correct, he is at minimum an Indestructible Golden Body from within the first several generations — and precisely because his own physique is sufficiently powerful and perfect, the second-grade evolution liquid produced little effect on him. If the third-grade evolution liquid is given to him, I believe his Indestructible Golden Blood will fully awaken, making him one of the true supreme physiques of the universe!”
The elderly manservant was aghast. “That would mean he will possess the most powerful ancient bloodline, approaching perfection? If that is so, his blood will be extraordinarily precious — comparable to the freaks of the Eternal Prime Star!”
“Precisely. He can only die. I will obtain his blood and cultivate my own supreme physique!” Cao Qing murmured cruelly, and a bone-chilling killing intent spread throughout the entire courtyard.
The following day, various discussions arose once more, triggering a great wave of controversy — and all of it was, yet again, because of Ye Fan.
“Heh — this foreign fellow is not much himself, yet he always stirs up great trouble. Why is it him again?”
“In my view, someone finds him an eyesore and wants to slaughter him. If I were him, I would have left long ago. Is he really going to wait to be hunted down or swept out? I hear even Miss Fanxian has been paying him little attention lately.”
Ye Fan returned, his expression cold and fierce. If not for his Dao mastery reaching the realm of profound mystery, last night he would have been killed by that ancient saint-level combat power.
The only reason keeping him here was that the third-grade evolution liquid was about to appear. Otherwise, he very much wanted to strike back — to kill with every step, then leave without a backward glance once the deed was done.
Over the following days, he was gripped by an acute sense of crisis. Those who sought to kill him lurked like ghosts, circling. He could even hear the breath of death. He desperately yearned to grow stronger!
But events grew worse still. Half a month later, someone arrived from the Eternal Prime Star. A powerful figure had come from Xuan Mo’s clan to demand an explanation — this was Xuan Mo’s great-great-grandfather.
“A life for a life, a debt repaid in full — that is the way of heaven!”
Xuan Linfeng was a powerful half-saint who arrived commanding an ancient saint mech, full of imposing force. He drew his sword and marched directly toward Ye Fan’s closed-door cultivation site, intending to cut him down.
“Brother Xuan, what is the meaning of this — coming to my Fan Clan to kill someone? This is far too brazen.” An elder of the Fan Clan stepped forward.
“Stay out of this. My great-great-grandson cultivated here pursuing your Fan Clan girl Fanxian, yet you allowed him to perish. That debt will be settled another day — but right now, no one is stopping me!” Xuan Linfeng forced his way through.
A powerful half-saint commanding an ancient saint mech, drawing a sword to sever Ye Fan’s head — this was a profoundly alarming matter, and even the Fan Clan found it deeply troublesome.
Ye Fan’s eyes were icy and cold. He watched the distant figure pointing a sword at him, his heart stirring with turbulent waves. Truly no shortage of trouble — none of it sought out, yet all of it finding him.
If I could break through, I would cut through all of them!
He desperately needed to grow stronger. He had long since grown weary of enduring in this place. Not only was he in immense danger — his life could be ended at any moment — but he was also constantly being pressured and driven. His heart had long since been filled with loathing and contempt.
“Very well — I will not strike today. I wish to see how long the Fan Clan can protect him. I will simply take up residence here and not leave — waiting for him to emerge, to take his head!” Xuan Linfeng said in a grim, sinister tone.
That very night, even after Ye Fan was arranged into a place of safety, powerful figures still struck from the shadows, breaking through several defensive barriers, attempting to come and kill him.
By now, even those who had previously mocked and sneered could not bring themselves to say much more. Many were now sharply aware that this foreign young man was no ordinary figure — he had drawn ancient saint-level combat power to mobilize against him. How could he be someone common and mundane?
In just half a month, several half-saints commanding ancient saint mechs had launched attacks one after another. The situation was perilous beyond measure — Ye Fan had been driven to an absolute dead end. Either he left immediately, or he broke through. Otherwise, if things continued, matters of life and death were certain to arise.
Fortunately, it was at precisely this moment that the third-grade evolution liquid was successfully refined — it had finally emerged!
“His Indestructible Golden Blood belongs to me — I must obtain it!” Cao Qing said.
“This old servant has made the arrangements. This time, the killing will be absolute. His precious blood will be seized in the midst of his breakthrough — even the Fan Clan will not be able to protect him!” The gray-robed elderly manservant said in a sinister, bone-chilling tone.
“The third-grade precious liquid is ready. I wonder whether this fellow can break through — what kind of performance will he show.” Fanxian murmured to herself.
“I want to see just how extraordinary he can be — what kind of evolution his Indestructible Golden Blood will undergo. Whether it is truly as terrifying as the legends say!” Fantian said.
All those who knew the inside details were watching closely — every one of them wanting to know the final outcome.
Fanzhu came personally, accompanied by the five-colored divine bottle containing the third-grade evolution liquid. Every single drop was worth a city — enough to make the eyes of every major figurehead burn red with envy.
His eyes carried a strange, brilliant light — as though he were gazing at the most radiant jewel in existence — as he looked at Ye Fan.
Ye Fan opened the five-colored jade bottle. A single breath was all he needed to know: this divine liquid could enable his breakthrough — absolutely, without question. In that very instant, he felt as if he were about to transcend into immortality, his entire body light, every pore trembling with sensation.
Once I break through, I will settle accounts with all of you together! he told himself inwardly.
Everyone was watching closely — all of them wanting to know what result would come.