"Who are you?" Yin Yang Saint's expression darkened. This was the death of the Yin Yang Sect, and he hated it the most.
On the side, the saints and saintesses also looked over with unfriendly expressions as they stared at Ye Fan.
"You're just a passerby. Do you want to destroy my sect?" Ye Fan smiled.
"I don't even need to think to know that you're standing up for those people. You're looking down on us. How arrogant," Yin Yang Saint said coldly. He pulled Wang Teng and the others in, wanting to unite against a common enemy.
On the side, Ji Ziyue's eyes blinked as she stared at Ye Fan suspiciously. She wrinkled her nose slightly as she observed his every move.
Two years had passed, but she had not changed much. She was the same as before. Her eyes were as large as black gemstones, and they were very lively. Her eyelashes were very long, and she had a pair of dimples on her face. She looked mischievous and cute.
On the other side, Ji Haoyue's black hair draped over his shoulders. His eyebrows were straight, and his tiger-like eyes were full of spirit. His Godking aura was even thicker, and he used a secret treasure to hide his cultivation.
What shocked Ye Fan the most was Pang Bo, who had reached the Eighth Transformation of Dragon Transformation just like him. Ye Fan had no idea how Pang Bo cultivated. He was not slower than Ye Fan at all.
Pang Bo was naturally burly, one or two heads taller than Ye Fan. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his arm was as thick as someone else's leg. He was strong and powerful.
"How did you improve so quickly? Did you go mad?" Ye Fan could not help but secretly send a message.
"Ye-zi, it's you …" Pang Bo was overjoyed as he replied secretly.
Now, Ye Fan looked like he was seventeen or eighteen years old. He was delicate and spirited, like an otherworldly immortal. He had consumed a saint medicine, so he always looked like a teenager.
Luckily, he was no longer fifteen or sixteen years old like before. Now, he was finally a little older. The influence of the saint medicine was evident.
Ye Fan entered Qin City and naturally concealed his true appearance. He did not want any problems to occur. He secretly sent a message. "How did you improve so quickly?"
Pang Bo was overjoyed, but he remained calm on the surface. He didn't show it as he secretly howled, "For the sake of cultivation, I'm going all out. I've eaten a huge piece of coffin board these past two years."
As soon as he said that, Ye Fan's jaw almost dropped to the ground. He didn't expect Pang Bo's temperament to be so fierce. If he wanted to do something, he would do it without any restraint.
He snatched half of the Undying Heavenly Emperor's coffin and brought it out. In the end, he gave the rest to Pang Bo, because he had the Bodhi Seed and didn't need to use it.
Pang Bo had given Li Heishui a piece. As for the rest, other than meditating, he had swallowed a piece and completely refined it in the past two years.
"You're really something …" Ye Fan could only say that. But after thinking about it carefully, he wasn't worried, because it was definitely a treasure that could be eaten.
Before the Archean Era, the Undying Heavenly Emperor was worshipped by all races as an existence that surpassed the Divine Spirit. He was the best in the world. He cut down the Tree of Enlightenment and refined it into a coffin. All of these were the extravagance of a Divine Spirit. Since ancient times, he was the only one who had done this.
What was the Ancient Tree of Enlightenment? This was an Undying Tree, the world's rarest spiritual root. Even the leaves it produced could be used to comprehend the dao. There were great dao imprints on them, let alone its main trunk!
"Motherfucker, I've suffered retribution! I ate a piece of the coffin and suffered quite a few lightning strikes these past two years!" Pang Bo was incredibly furious.
Ye Fan was almost speechless. This brother of his was too fierce, eating a heavenly tribulation. This was enough to prove the wonders of the Ancient Tree of Enlightenment. There were many great dao fragments within.
"It's fine as long as your cultivation can advance."
"Correct, that's what I was thinking too. I even left a large piece for you. When the time comes, we can eat it together." Pang Bo laughed.
"Forget it, I don't need it. You … eat the rest as well." Ye Fan wanted to laugh, but he couldn't.
"Last time, I was scolded by that blind old man. He scolded me for wasting natural resources, saying how can this Undying Tree be eaten? If it is passed down, it can flourish a large sect," Pang Bo said.
The blind old man carried the Heaven Devouring Demon Jar and went to the Unique Scholar Residence several times to support the little bandit. This was why Wang Chong and the others were fearful and did not dare to make a move.
"Why are you in a daze? Are you scared out of your wits?" Someone beside him mocked. Ye Fan had not responded for a long time, so no one knew what he was thinking.
"I don't want to make things difficult for you. I've come to pay my respects and apologize, and I won't argue with you," Wang Chong said.
"Little brat, stay where you are." Ye Fan stopped transmitting his voice to Pang Bo and walked toward the dozen or so saints alone.
"You're too arrogant. Do you know who these people are? Do you have no respect for anyone here?" The Yin Yang Saint fanned the flames, hoping that Wang Chong and the others would attack together.
"The Yin Yang Sect really doesn't learn from their mistakes. They always choose saints. Aren't they a laughing stock? Do they want to elect a fourth saint?" Ye Fan said casually.
"You … deserve to die!" The Yin Yang Saint's face darkened. "That saint won't live long. He can't hide like a tortoise for the rest of his life."
"It's too troublesome to change. I think the Yin Yang Sect doesn't need saints," Ye Fan said. He took a step forward and slashed down with a large hand.
Everyone was shocked. He seemed to have entered an unstoppable state, making it difficult to defend against. His speed was too fast. A crystal-clear palm fell like jade.
The Yin Yang Saint had nowhere to hide and raised his hands to meet the attack. In the air, the crystal-clear palm and fingers flowed with Dao patterns. There were runes flashing. That was the power of Dao.
With a soft sound, the saint's hands broke inch by inch like they were made of paper. Then, he collapsed. He was powerless to resist the large hand in the air.
Pfft!
The Yin Yang Saint didn't even have time to scream. The palm landed on his head and crushed him into meat paste. Even his bones melted. He didn't look like a human anymore.
The people around all retreated quickly. They broke out in a cold sweat. That was the saint of the Yin Yang Sect. He was killed with a single slap. It was shocking.
The scene was noisy. Li Heishui and the others were naturally happy, but the other side was uneasy. Even Wang Chong couldn't help but retreat in fear.
After the clamor, everyone knew that the Yin Yang Sect was going crazy. In just a few years, three saints had died. This was too shameful. They would definitely become the laughing stock of the Middle Ground.
"Ye, you're too unkind. The old leader of the Yin Yang Sect is about to die. He didn't die, but he's going to die because of you," Pang Bo said with a chuckle.
"They always want to find trouble with me. They want to get rid of me immediately. I have no choice but to make sure they don't dare to choose any more saints in the future." Ye Fan smiled.
Then, he walked forward step by step, forcing Wang Chong and the others. The dozen saints retreated together. No one dared to face him head-on. They were all a little afraid.
Wang Teng had personally suppressed the little monster in the past. Now that he had come out of seclusion, he was still very arrogant, but he was much stronger than two years ago. He didn't dare to be stubborn.
There were many cultivators in Qin City. They were all shocked. They didn't expect a young man to force more than a dozen talents from the five regions to retreat. None of them dared to attack.
"Don't push me too far." Wang Chong clenched his teeth.
Ye Fan was unmoved. He pushed out with his palm. Like a gale sweeping away fallen leaves, the dozen people all spat out mouthfuls of blood and were sent flying.
Only Wang Chong was unharmed. He was blocked by two powerful ancient creatures. One seemed to be made of gold and was three meters tall. The other seemed to be made of silver and was very powerful.
In the end, the battle didn't continue. A golden chariot flew across the sky. Wang Teng rushed into the depths of the Qin Mountains like a celestial emperor.
"Master received a secret report. There's an important clue. Let's go!" The two ancient creatures brought Wang Chong far away.
"Don't tell me Wang Teng knows about the place we discovered?" Pang Bo exclaimed.
"Aiyaya, let's go quickly. We can't let someone beat us to it. Anyway, the things we need are almost ready. Let's go back quickly." Ji Ziyue shouted.
"What did you guys find?" Ye Fan was surprised.
"I saw the mark of a monk and a mark left by a man riding a bull. It leads to a lake that is about to dry up." Pang Bo said.
"What?!" Ye Fan exclaimed.
Ye Fan secretly transmitted his voice to Li Heishui and the others. They were so surprised that they almost cried out. They were especially enthusiastic when old friends met.
Not long after, they left Qin City and went deep into the Qin Mountains. They hurried to the mysterious place that Ji Haoyue, Pang Bo, and Li Heishui discovered.
It had to be said that Ji Ziyue's spiritual sense was too sharp. After traveling for less than fifteen minutes, she wrinkled her nose and ground her teeth. She grabbed Ye Fan and said, "It's you. Why did you hide it? Do you think we're outsiders? I don't want to talk to you!"
Ye Fan revealed his true appearance and pinched her nose. He smiled. "I'm afraid of being beaten up by your adults."
"You dare pinch me …" Ji Ziyue ground her teeth and blinked her large black eyes as she grabbed Ye Fan's ear.
"Let go." Ye Fan pinched her nose.
On the other side, the God King of the Eastern Wilderness, Ji Haoyue, had a dark expression. He wanted to say something, but he also wanted to push Ye Fan to the side. He couldn't help but stride over.
"Your little sister is pulling my ear. I didn't hurt her. Hurry and make her let go." Ye Fan spoke first.
"Take your hand away from my sister's nose." Ji Haoyue said with a dark expression.
"Ji Haoyue, I saved your life. Be polite to your benefactor." Ye Fan mumbled.
"That's two different things." Ji Haoyue was usually very wise, but at this moment, the veins on his forehead were popping.
Ji Ziyue's large eyes curved into crescent moons as she laughed non-stop. She pulled Ye Fan's ear a few times and floated away agilely.
Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the rest also laughed, harboring evil intentions. Only Ji Haoyue and Ye Fan glared at each other.
Not long after, they crossed the void and entered the depths of the Qinling Mountains. They came to a stone forest where there was a dried-up lake. On a boulder, they saw the mark of a monk, and on the other side, they saw the mark of an old man riding a green ox.
"If there's no accident, this should be Sakyamuni, and the other one riding a green bull is Laozi. Purple Qi Comes From The East, even the stone walls have purple qi!" Ye Fan was moved.
"This …" Pang Bo was shocked. Only he and Ye Fan knew the significance of these two names.
The ancients from 2,500 years ago had actually appeared on this side of the cosmos. Where were they going along the ancient path of the cosmos?
"Laozi left Hangu Pass and disappeared from China since ancient times. Who would have thought that he would pass here …" Pang Bo found it unbelievable. Laozi's "path to the west" was really too far!
"Could this be the Immortal Transformation Pool?" Ye Fan muttered to himself.
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