"Have you heard of a young man named Ye Fan? He suppressed the Golden-Winged Little Peng King, a top expert of the Demon Race's younger generation. "
"I did hear that. Is it true? I heard that he is only a 15 or 16 year old cultivator. How could he suppress the Sky Roc Kind who can compete with the Ruler of the Immortal Body? "
"Your news is too outdated. It has gone crazy in the north. This is definitely true. The people from the Hall of Five Elements saw it with their own eyes."
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This was a discussion in a teahouse. News like this spread and spread like wildfire across more than half of the north.
In a gambling house not far away, a group of powerful cultivators were also discussing this topic.
"This is insane. Not only was the Little Roc suppressed, the Son and Daughter of the Alkaid Holy Land were taken away as well. This is unbelievable."
"No way. Are you sure this news is true? The two representatives of the young generation from the Alkaid Holy Land were suppressed by someone? That's just too far-fetched. "
"There is no mistake. The people from the Palace of Disillusionment witnessed everything. A few of their disciples were killed by the little cultivator named Ye Fan. They saw it with their own eyes."
"This is too shocking. Where did this Ye Fan come from? He even managed to suppress Yao Guang's son. You should know that there are rumors in the sects that Yao Guang's son is undefeatable. How did he get taken away so quickly?
"What is this Ye Fan's background? Does he really have the ability to control the sky and earth? He took down three Heaven's Favorites at once. How shocking! "
Everyone in the gambling house discussed. Many people found it hard to believe and felt that this was too surreal.
The Alkaid Son was highly regarded among the young generation of the humankind. Many famous figures were no longer his opponent. The other holy lands all feared him and thought that this future Alkaid Saint would have unimaginable achievements.
However, he was suppressed by someone else. How could people not be shocked?
The Golden-Winged Little Peng King and the Alkaid Saint almost represented the future of the Monster Race and the Human Race, but now they were suppressed by the same person.
"Just who is that Ye Fan? What is his background? Which sect does he come from? Why does he have such a method to suppress three geniuses?"
"The Ji Clan once put him on the wanted list. Some time ago, there were portraits of him in some cities, and I even took a look at them. I heard that he was somewhere between the Sea of Reincarnation and the secret plane of the Holy Zhi Palace. I didn't expect him to cause such a stir in the end."
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As the news spread, bits and pieces of information about Ye Fan were slowly unearthed. Although it was still incomplete, many cultivators in the Northern Domain had a rough understanding of him.
"Damn it, this brat is a ruthless person. He was beaten into the sixth level of the Fire Field and did not die. Half a year later, he came out and did something that shocked the entire Southern Region. He burned the Highest Elder of the Ji Family to death."
"He's just a little cultivator without any foundation, yet he was able to cross the void from the Southern Region of the Eastern Barren Territory to the Northern Region. I really don't know how he did it. I guess he snuck in from some holy land. How surprising."
From teahouses to restaurants, from one city to another, and from one oasis to another, the news spread very quickly. Half a month later, many sects learned about the incident.
Everything about Ye Fan gradually became clear. It was only then that people were surprised to find that he was actually a Barren Body of the Ancients.
"He has such a physique, yet he has also achieved extraordinary achievements. It's surprising. Could the Sacred Body of the Ancients be able to regain its former glory?"
"Impossible. He hasn't broken through the secret plane of the Holy Zhi Palace, and he hasn't broken the curse. There might be a chance if he really enters the secret plane of the Four Extremes one day."
"A little cultivator from the secret plane of the Holy Zhi Palace actually suppressed three geniuses. He has the Yellow Origin Root. This is really shocking. Is this a sign from the heavens that the hope of the Sacred Body of the Ancients has appeared?"
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Ye Fan had a cauldron made of the Source Qi of Myriad. This was the most crucial news, and it affected the nerves of many people. Many people wanted to find him.
Especially the holy lands, their desire for holy relics was even stronger because not every holy land had a Great Emperor who possessed an ultimate weapon.
Since ancient times, there were not many Great Emperors, but it did not mean that only Great Emperors could create holy lands. Holy lands that were not created by Great Emperors were equally terrifying because their accumulation was very deep.
Some of them imitated nature and engraved the imprints of the Great Dao. Some of them had obtained nameless inheritances and possessed unfathomable foundations. There were also some that had produced generations after generations of sages. After a long period of accumulation, they created supreme scriptures.
Not a single holy land was unworthy of its name. All of them were extremely powerful, even beyond people's imagination. The only thing they lacked was an ultimate weapon.
After all, the Great Emperors had long since ceased to exist. Only the ultimate weapons left behind were the most powerful things. Holy lands that did not have a Great Emperor naturally wanted holy relics.
"The latest news is that Yao Guang Holy Land and Ji clan are offering an astronomical reward. Anyone who can provide relevant information can get three square meters of Yuan!"
"This is really a big deal. Anyone who can provide clues about Ye Fan can get ten thousand kilograms of Source Qi. Wealth moves people's hearts, northern region will be in an uproar."
"This is not the most shocking news. The bigger reward is at the end. If you can provide information about Ye Fan's whereabouts, you can get thirty square meters of Source Qi."
"Thirty square meters, a whole fifty thousand kilograms of Source Qi, this is a heaven-defying price!"
Once this news spread, northern region was shaken. Many people started to move, trying to find Ye Fan's whereabouts.
Obviously, this price was not because of Ye Fan, but because of the existence of the Source Qi of Myriad.
Many people sneered. Holy relics were priceless, even a million kilograms of Source Qi was not enough. Any powerful force would not exchange it if they got it.
Many cultivators started to move. Many people knew that even if they got the holy relics, they could not keep them. If they went to other holy lands, they could ask for a higher price than the Ji clan and Yao Guang Holy Land.
In the southern region of Eastern Wilderness, Tai Xuan's Clumsy Peak was a scene of withering vegetation.
Ever since Ye Fan left here and burned the Ji clan's grand elder to death, Tai Xuan Peak had suffered a lot of pressure. Even the sect leader of Tai Xuan had to order the other disciples to return to the main peak.
Clumsy peak, which had just shown signs of prosperity, became desolate again.
Now, weeds were growing here, dead trees were everywhere, and yellow leaves were flying. In the whole peak, only Li Ruoyu was there. He sat quietly among the ruins.
"You really have a good disciple, making the holy land restless." The sect leader of Tai Xuan landed on Clumsy Peak. He had received the news from northern region.
"He is not my disciple, but it is worth it to have such a disciple. Even if Clumsy Peak is withered, with such a person, it will be able to develop in the future," Li Ruoyu answered.
"You are quite open-minded, but the pressure on Tai Xuan has increased a lot." The sect leader of Tai Xuan clasped his hands behind his back and looked into the clouds. "Everyone hopes to have a disciple who can shake the world. Even if they die, they can smile in the underworld. But there must be a limit. Otherwise, it will be a disaster in the future."
Also in the Taixuan Sect, there was a man in blue who was as handsome as jade and as otherworldly as an immortal. He gently plucked the strings of his guqin and played a beautiful piece. Many flowers bloomed with the sound of the guqin, and hundreds of birds flew to worship and dance because of the sound of the guqin.
After the sound of the guqin, he looked up at a beautiful woman in white and said, "Junior Sister Xiao Man, what kind of place is your hometown? I want to hear about it. I also want to tell you about Ye Fan."
In the northern region, in a palace of the Ji clan, Ji Ziyue ground her shiny canines. She sighed and muttered to herself, "So that little Taoist was him."
Then, she wrinkled her nose and hugged one of Ji Haoyue's arms. "Fortunately, I didn't throw him into the furnace."
"I will catch him sooner or later!" Ji Haoyue's divine moon covered his body, and dragon qi coiled around him. The aura of a divine king had already begun to appear.
The Holy City of the north was a magnificent city that occupied an area of who knew how many miles. Since the beginning of records, this city had never changed its location. No one knew how long it had existed.
The first ancient city of the north and the first divine city were both its names. Legend had it that in the distant past, it had been floating in the sky.
There were powerful cultivators of the Northern Plains and the royal family of Central Plains who lived here all year round. At this moment, even some of the top figures in the city knew of Ye Fan's name.
A powerful cultivator of the Northern Plains was laughing wildly in the Holy City, startling many people.
"Old Roc King, no matter how arrogant you are, every time you see me, your chin is almost raised to the sky. You have a prodigious descendant, but you can't be like this, saying that even 18 of my direct descendants can't defeat a descendant of yours. What happened in the end? You bragged too much. What Great Emperor's Path? Didn't you get suppressed with a flip of your hand? Hahaha … "
"Unfortunately, the Old Roc King is searching for his descendant all over the world. Otherwise, I would be able to enjoy your shocking battle again." An older member of the royal family of Central Plains snickered.
At this moment, if one were to say who was angered, the Old Roc King was not the most furious. The people of the Wavering Light Sacred Land were the most furious.
The grand sacred land, the two leading figures of the future, were taken away by someone just like that with a furnace, not leaving a single one behind.
The Holy Son of Wavering Light had the ambition of a Great Emperor, and his name shook the sacred lands. His performance was acknowledged by everyone, but now, he was taken away by someone with a broken furnace.
This made them feel humiliated!
Ye Fan's words had long spread to the various great sects. In the future, he would pay a visit to the Wavering Light Sacred Land and the Ji Family. This made all of the sacred lands feel humiliated. This was a small cultivator declaring war against an undying inheritance.
In the past half a month, the winds and clouds surged. It was difficult for the northern region to calm down, but not a single person could find Ye Fan.
At this moment, he did not feel any sense of danger. With a shake of his body, he transformed into a graceful youth. He often appeared in the gambling dens, appearing extremely carefree.
"Golden-Winged Little Peng King, Holy Son of Wavering Light, Yao Xi, all of you should quiet down a bit. If you make me angry, I'll throw you all into the Origin Ancient Mine!" Ye Fan held the Li Fire Divine Furnace and threatened the three people inside.
However, what kind of mentality did the Golden-Winged Little Peng King have? How could the Holy Son of Wavering Light and Yao Xi possibly yield? Their bodies were inside the copper furnace, attacking at it every day to break the seal.
"I still have a use for you guys right now. Don't make me make a bad move, or else I'll suppress this furnace in a latrine pit for ten thousand years!"
When Ye Fan's words sounded, even the indifferent Holy Son of Wavering Light almost cursed out. Yao Xi was even more so angered to the point where her face lost color.
However, the effects were clear. Even someone as arrogant as the Golden-Winged Little Peng lost his temper.
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