Chapter 115: Irresistible Force
"You dare to come alone to kill me? What audacity!" Han Yishui's forehead veins bulged. The other party had killed all ten of his disciples and still dared to return to slay him. Such decisiveness and composure were rarely matched, causing waves of shock in his heart.
"You sent ten disciples to eliminate me, sharpening your blade against me. Naturally, I would not endure silently, so I have come to your doorstep to kill you!" Ye Fan was shrouded in golden radiance, his entire body blazing with divine splendor, like a golden-armored War God, his aura oppressive. "Do you think you can kill me and leave the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven alive?" Han Yishui's expression was dark as water. "Killing you is not difficult. I will finish the deed and leave without stirring any waves." Ye Fan was very composed.
Han Yishui was both shocked and enraged. This was not only a display of confidence but also a form of contempt toward him. He said coldly, "So young and already this terrifying. If you grow up, who in this land could subdue you? Today, I will do what must be done and nip you in the bud."
Ye Fan chuckled lightly, saying, "Nip me in the bud? Don't dream. I know your plan—aren't you just trying to stall for time? Unfortunately, you have no chance. Today, you are doomed to die."
Han Yishui's face changed drastically. The other party had come alone to kill him, and such decisiveness and calm filled his heart with a chill. Without fighting, he turned and fled, rushing away to escape. "Han Yishui, you disappoint me..." Ye Fan transformed into a golden light, arriving first to block his path.
Han Yishui never imagined that this youth, who looked about fourteen years old with a trace of childishness on his face, could be so terrifying, moving far faster than him. "The Supreme Elders and others will arrive soon. You have no chance." Han Yishui's face was full of murderous intent, trying to pressure Ye Fan psychologically to create an opportunity.
Ye Fan revealed a sunny smile befitting a youth, saying, "Han Yishui, first you stall for time, then you shout loudly. Did you really think I wouldn't notice?" "What if you did?"
"Since I dared to come kill you, how could I be so careless? After entering the valley, I inscribed many Dao patterns. From the outside, this place appears peaceful, with nothing unusual. You've wasted your efforts."
"So young, how could you understand the arrangement of Dao patterns? I don't believe it." Han Yishui's face was uncertain.
"Speaking of which, I have to thank your ruthless younger brother. Not only did he gift me all the spiritual herbs he had painstakingly gathered over half his life, but he also left me two ancient scrolls explaining Dao patterns. Though I can't fully comprehend them, I can at least imitate them."
"My younger brother disappeared over three years ago... was he... killed by you?" Han Yishui's brows shot up, and his eyes shot out terrifying light.
"He wanted to refine me into a pill, but unfortunately, he ended up sacrificing himself. Today, you brothers can reunite." "Little brat, do you think this can anger me? You won't find an opening."
Ye Fan's smile faded, and he said, "Now, I'll send you on your way." He threw a punch, causing the void to tremble, draining all the surrounding primal energy. His golden fist was like a mountain, bringing an overwhelming sense of pressure. "Chi!"
Elder Han first offered a silver ruler, which rapidly enlarged, measuring heaven and earth. It shimmered with pure white light, like a silver dragon charging, striking at Ye Fan's head. "Dang!"
Ye Fan's golden fist heavily struck the silver ruler, producing a crisp "crack." Silver light scattered, and the once-brilliant ruler instantly dimmed, shattering in the air with a "bang."
Han Yishui's pupils contracted sharply. He could hardly believe his eyes. The other party had shattered a powerful treasure with his bare hands. Were these still fists? They were comparable to divine weapons.
Ye Fan charged like a gale, golden flames surging like a tide. His golden fist grew larger, crashing down with immense, wild power, shaking the void itself.
Han Yishui's expression changed drastically. He had never imagined that a cultivator of this level would engage in physical combat, directly clashing with spiritual treasures, especially such a youth. It brought him immense shock. "Clang!"
Before him, a flash of cyan light appeared, and a green shield emerged, expanding in the wind to four or five meters tall. It gleamed with metallic luster, appearing heavy and thick, shielding him behind it. "Dong!"
Though the green shield was a treasure, it could not stop Ye Fan. His golden fist seemed enchanted, possessing unparalleled power. With one punch, the four-to-five-meter-thick treasure shield shattered into pieces.
The irresistible force could not be blocked. Golden energy surged like a mighty river, and Han Yishui was thrown back, a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was filled with shock—this was merely the force of the fist wind. If he were truly struck, he dared not imagine the consequences.
Han Yishui retreated like flying, light blooming within him. As an artifact refiner, he never lacked weapons. Nine pitch-black bone spears shot out, mist roiling, dark and eerie, like nine demon claws, charging forward.
Ye Fan stood his ground, swinging his golden fists. His formidable battle power distorted space as he clashed with the nine black bone spears, producing a series of "clang" sounds.
A terrifying thing happened. The black mist was shattered by the golden fists, revealing the clear sky. The nine bone spears shattered inch by inch, turning into powder, drifting away in the wind, completely destroyed.
"This..." Han Yishui was dumbfounded, unable to speak. This was no normal cultivator. Such a powerful physical body was unheard of in the Yan region. It was itself a spiritual treasure, surpassing any weapon. "Do you have any other treasures to offer? Let me test the limits of my physical body."
"You..." Han Yishui was both shocked and enraged. The other party had not taken him seriously at all, using him as a touchstone. A purple light flashed, and a large net appeared in his hand, rushing down. Within the net, a purple Eight Trigram Diagram flickered faintly.
This made Ye Fan frown. He sensed a powerful divine energy fluctuation and dared not be careless. Within him, a tsunami roared, divine energy surging. "Boom!"
Ye Fan swung both fists, golden divine fire burning outside his body. His divine energy was like a sea, far stronger than before. His golden fists were indestructible, and the purple net instantly shattered, turning into a mist of light that vanished into the sky.
Han Yishui's face turned pale. This was a tremendous shock to him. He could not fathom how a person's physical body could be so strong, defying all logic.
"Little brat, you truly exceed my expectations..." At this moment, a shiny silver gourd appeared in Han Yishui's hand, gleaming with treasure light. He removed the stopper and said, "Perhaps it's time to end this!"
The silver gourd flew up, rapidly enlarging to the size of a small mountain. Its mouth pointed downward, emitting a hazy aura. Its entire body shone with brilliance, like a silver mountain hanging in the sky. Ye Fan felt a powerful force pulling at him, lifting his feet off the ground, drawing him toward the silver gourd. It was like a sea eye, draining all the surrounding spiritual energy, beginning to devour tangible things. "This is a weapon I've refined for most of my life. I don't believe your physical body can withstand it. I'll take you in, turn you into pus and blood, and avenge my disciples!"
"Then try it!" Ye Fan suddenly accelerated, his body like a rainbow, rushing to the mouth of the gourd. His fist intent was overwhelming, light brilliant. His golden fist, irresistible, shattered the gourd's mouth with a series of "crack" sounds. "Boom!"
Ye Fan's body sparkled, like divine iron tempered a thousand times, indestructible. His golden fist erupted with towering divine flames, smashing the silver gourd to pieces. "You... this is impossible!" Han Yishui's face was deathly pale, without a trace of color. He could not accept what he saw.
"I have no time to waste with you. Han Yishui, I'll send you on your way!" "I am an elder of the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven. If you kill me, you will face endless pursuit and ultimately die."
Ye Fan chuckled, mimicking his tone, "I am a mere mortal. You sent ten disciples to kill me, so naturally, you will face counter-killing. You cannot escape death." "You..." Han Yishui's face changed. He knew the situation was dire. This youth was too decisive, daring to come alone to kill him, and would never stop now.
"You had the intention to kill me. How could I leave such a great threat? Be a better person in your next life." Ye Fan rushed past. In his panic, Han Yishui offered seven or eight treasures, but they could not stop Ye Fan's physical body. His golden fist grew larger in his eyes.
"Bang!"
Han Yishui's body shattered into pieces, blood splattering, falling from the sky. His life ended there.
Ye Fan landed on the ground. His powerful aura gradually faded, and his sparkling body returned to normal, no longer radiant. He searched the valley but found nothing of value.
After a moment, he walked out of the valley, looking harmless, a smile on his face. He calmly headed toward the mountain gate.
Not long after leaving the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven, Ye Fan felt a terrifying energy fluctuation surging from behind him. This was definitely a cultivator beyond the Divine Bridge realm.
He was not arrogant enough to duel with a Shore-realm or even a Supreme Elder beyond that realm. The gap between different major realms was immense and insurmountable. He fled without looking back.
Ye Fan possessed a unique golden Sea of Bitterness. Now, a tsunami raged within him, lightning interweaving. He was completely covered by a golden ocean and lightning, dazzlingly bright, disappearing at the horizon in an instant.
Half a month later, Ye Fan appeared in the Wei Kingdom, five countries away from the Yan region, a full one hundred and seven thousand li. No one pursued him.
The Wei Kingdom stretched five thousand li from north to south and six thousand li from east to west, its territory much larger than the Yan region. Yet, in the entire Eastern Wasteland, it was still a drop in the ocean.
When he asked where the Yao Chi Holy Land was, the answer made Ye Fan's head spin. The distance was far beyond his imagination. A mortal would walk for lifetimes and never reach that area. Even a cultivator flying on a rainbow would take several years.
He groaned weakly, rubbing his temples, muttering, "Is this a planet? Impossible. How can the territory be so vast? It completely defies logic."
If he had to fly on a rainbow, he could not cultivate. Wasting several years like that was a luxury he could not afford. Ye Fan felt he could not let time slip away.
After asking around, he learned of another method: inscribing the most profound Dao patterns, gathering heavenly momentum, seizing the fortune of heaven and earth, and opening a "Domain Gate" to traverse the void. Many major sects could do this.
But to cross most of the Eastern Wasteland in one go, only two families in this region had such extraordinary means. One was the Ji Family, twenty thousand li to the west; the other was the Yao Guang Holy Land, thirty thousand li to the east. Their long heritage and deep foundations made it absolutely possible.
Opening a Domain Gate to traverse the void consumed more energy the farther the distance. These two families would not grant such convenience to a small cultivator at the Divine Bridge realm. This gave him a headache.
The only consolation was that he still had time to buffer and was not in a hurry to obtain the cultivation method for the Dao Palace Secret Realm. Ye Fan planned to stay in the Wei Kingdom for a while and find a way to traverse the void.
The capital of Wei was very prosperous, bustling with traffic and crowds, people shoulder to shoulder, flowing endlessly. Ye Fan settled in the city. Though immersed in the mundane world, he persisted in daily cultivation, occasionally venturing into the deep mountains outside the city. Every day during cultivation, he pondered how to become stronger.
His bones were as white as jade, comparable to divine iron in hardness. His internal organs were flawless and pure, without a trace of impurity, like divine artifacts. His body was crystal clear, sparkling, and incredibly tough—a powerful advantage.
Ye Fan kept thinking about how to expand this advantage. The battle at the Spirit Ruins Cave Heaven had shown him the raw, wild combat power of his physical body. He felt that if he could combine it with divine abilities and weapons, his strength would undoubtedly increase further.
"I have consumed sacred medicine, undergone two transformations of my bones and marrow, and my body is strong. I can continue to temper it..." He thought of various martial arts from his homeland, which he had practiced before, to temper his physical body. But he felt that pure combat techniques could not match cultivators.
The bustling capital and the quiet solitude of the deep mountains formed a stark contrast. After a month, he had not found a way to traverse the void, but he had gained a new insight—Tai Chi. "Tai Chi moves and generates yang; when movement reaches its extreme, it becomes still; stillness generates yin; when stillness reaches its extreme, it moves again. One movement, one stillness, each the root of the other; dividing yin and yang, the two energies interact, giving birth to all things..." "Yes, practice Tai Chi!" He did not intend to practice Tai Chi boxing but to follow the records in various ancient texts, referencing the ancients' understanding of Tai Chi, to cultivate Tai Chi physical techniques to temper his body. "Tai Chi is itself the evolution of the Dao. If I practice such physical techniques, they will no longer be mere combat techniques but will rival various immortal cultivation methods."
Though he had read many ancient texts on Tai Chi and understood its profound meaning, turning it into a concrete physical technique would undoubtedly be an extremely long and difficult process. "If successful, it might not be inferior to various mysterious ancient scriptures. After all, it is the crystallization of ancient Chinese wisdom..."
Ye Fan did not intend to abandon the cultivation methods of this world. On the contrary, he would practice them even more diligently, as it was a complete and mature cultivation system. Tempering his physical body was only to enhance combat power, requiring slow exploration, destined to be a very long process.
Today, I'll do the first chapter early. I can't stay up late anymore; I'm mentally exhausted during the day. To update early tomorrow, I can't stay up late—it's too damaging to my health. This book, Chen Dong is working hard. I'll continue to strive tomorrow, still two chapters. Please support, dear readers. To be continued...