Jinchan and his grandfather, Ye Yun, were both over fifty years old. After so many years of emotional entanglement, it was time for them to get along.
"Seniors, it's all thanks to you for your help this time. I'm eternally grateful!" Ye Fan said as he came before Zhang Shaoyang and Yu Xingchen. He placed the golden alms bowl aside and knelt before the two of them.
If the two of them had not lent a helping hand just now, the situation would not have turned out this way.
"We're outsiders. It's normal for us to help others when they're in trouble. You don't have to be so courteous." Zhang Shaoyang said as he reached out to help Ye Fan up.
"I will remember your great kindness in my heart and I will definitely repay you generously." Ye Fan bowed towards the two of them.
"You don't have to thank us." Yu Xingchen said to Ye Fan with a smile, "We were just wondering if we'd saved the wrong person and were prepared to disperse our cultivation and ask for forgiveness in front of the Grandmaster. Now it seems that our lives are saved for the time being."
Ye Fan was stunned, not knowing what he meant.
"You just have to do more good deeds in the future and kill less. That'll be repaying our kindness." Zhang Shaoyang said to Ye Fan, "I hope we didn't save the wrong person. You're on your own now."
Zhang Shaoyang said as he turned around and cupped his fists to everyone. Then, he tapped the ground with the tip of his foot and flew down the mountain at high speed.
Yu Xingchen patted Ye Fan's shoulder and said goodbye to everyone. He used his movement technique and flew down the mountain.
Looking at the two figures in the distance, Ye Fan suddenly understood what they meant.
Just now, he had gone berserk, his evil aura soaring to the sky, and his killing intent blazing. That was why the two experts felt that they had saved the wrong person and regretted it.
However, when they saw that he had spared the remaining six of the Eight Yin Yang Disciples, Ge Sang Doji, and the three hundred enemies, they were relieved.
After saying their goodbyes, Ye Chen brought Ye Kong and the Thirty-three Bronze Men down the mountain, heading straight for the ancestral residence. Jinchan carried the unconscious Ye Yun onto the flying sedan and soared into the sky, flying into the clouds, heading straight for Pear Blossom Palace.
"Where is your Blood Demon Token?" Tenmoni, who was carrying Jade Moji, asked Ye Fan.
When Ye Fan heard Tenmoni's question, he immediately took out the Blood Devil Token.
With a thought, Tenmoni began to activate the Blood Devil Token in Ye Fan's hand.
Buzz …
Following Tenmoni's activation, the Blood Demon Token in Ye Fan's hand instantly glowed with a brilliant red light.
Tenmoni gently pushed Jade Moji in his arms, and her figure slowly flew into the brilliance of the Blood Demon Token.
Ye Fan understood that the Blood Demon Token was filled with demonic spirits. Tenmoni wanted Jade Moji to be nourished by the demonic spirits.
In other words, Tenmoni had no intention of bringing Jade Moji back to the Devil Realm.
"Brother Devil, is Moji alright?" Ye Fan asked Tenmoni with a frown as he kept the Blood Demon Token.
"Other than the lack of demonic spirits, she is fine. She will regain consciousness in three to five days." Tenmoni smiled at Ye Fan.
At this moment, the sect leaders and the Tibetans began to disperse.
The sect leaders used their movement techniques and soared into the sky. The Tibetans crowded down the mountain. The lamas of the temple were in a hurry to return to the temple to discuss the new abbot.
In the crowd, there were two people in black cloaks and thick hats covering their faces. They turned around and prepared to leave with the Tibetan.
"Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?" Cui Ziwen smiled as he looked at the two of them and asked.
Tenmoni smiled and did not say anything.
The Little Taoist Boy pursed his lips and smiled as if he already knew.
Akatsuki, Ye Feixue, and Succubus were confused and did not know what was going on.
Baihu Xiao Zhao looked at the two of them with a strange light in its eyes.
The aura of the two people was very familiar to it, but it could not recall where it came from.
Hearing Cui Ziwen's question, the two people in black cloaks stopped and slowly turned around.
The two of them were wearing thick hats and their collars covered their faces. It was impossible to see their faces.
"Succubus, take Ye Feixue and Miss Yue to the foot of the mountain and guard it. Without my permission, no one is allowed to go up the mountain." Cui Ziwen said to Succubus with a smile.
"Yes, sect leader." Succubus glanced at Ye Fan, then took Akatsuki, who was frowning, and Ye Feixue, who was confused, down the mountain.
In the process of leaving, Ye Feixue and Akatsuki kept looking back at Ye Fan with reluctance.
Ye Fan nodded lightly to the two of them, indicating that they did not need to worry.
Although he did not know who the two people in front of him were and why Cui Ziwen stopped them, he could see that the two people in front of him had unimaginably high cultivation levels!
Although the two of them had concealed most of their auras, from the faint auspicious aura that leaked out, their cultivation levels were not below his at all. They had already reached the Immortal Realm!
However, he was sure that the two of them did not have any ill intentions towards him.
The reason was very simple. The aura of the two of them was very peaceful, and there was no murderous intent.
Where did these two people come from? Why did they come here? Why did Cui Ziwen stop them?
Countless questions kept circling in Ye Fan's mind.
Just as Ye Fan was thinking, the two of them slowly raised their heads.
They turned their gazes towards Ye Fan and Xiao Zhao. Their eyes were clear and they were filled with energy!
Whoosh …
When Baihu Xiao Zhao saw the two of them, it jumped down from the stone platform and ran toward the two of them excitedly!
It had recognized them!
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