# Chapter 1522: Facing the Immortal Mountain Man
Original Release
Putiyi waved his hand, and a servant walked back, carrying a jade plate holding a cup of immortal tea. Fragrant wisps drifted out as he walked toward Ye Fan's location.
Ji Ziyue sat together with Ye Fan in the pavilion, her large eyes curved into crescent moons, her smile radiant. She naturally knew who this was.
Ye Fan stood up, looking toward An Pu, and said, "Thank you for the kind intention. If you had sent two cups, we would have accepted them."
Not far away, An Pu shook his head and said, "Unfortunately, the blood feud is irreconcilable. If I don't make a move, I won't be able to explain it to my elders. I can only offer the immortal tea."
"In that case, I can only thank you. What if we turn out to be blood enemies? Wouldn't you regret it?" Ye Fan said.
"No matter. I'm giving you this cup of tea!" An Pu said calmly, but on his pale face there was a kind of dominance, completely different from before.
This sent a chill through everyone, as they sensed a kind of aura that swallowed ten thousand miles, a domineering spirit that acknowledged no one but itself. It swept away his sickly appearance, making people's legs tremble and their spines grow cold.
This was an extraordinary figure. Without any fluctuation of power, without revealing his depth of cultivation, just this natural bearing alone made all the heroes' hearts tremble.
"Tea... can it be forced on someone?" Ye Fan shook his head.
"This kind of immortal tea, ordinary people can't drink it even if they want to. It can be called an immortal opportunity. What are you hesitating about?" The servant said coldly.
Ye Fan ignored him, only speaking to An Pu: "Earlier, when you sent me tea, I felt gratitude. But if you're forcing it on me like this, then we are enemies."
Although it was said to be a cup of divine tea, sending it with such force carried a hint of coercion. Since he had begun his path, no one had ever been able to pressure him like this.
An Pu's expression was cold, saying nothing. But the servant holding the tea cup became even more aggressive. Where did they come from? A true forbidden zone of life. All the power and inheritances of this world were a joke to them!
From ancient times to the present, what power could truly compare to their elders? Unless a true Great Emperor appeared, everything else was but passing clouds, nothing at all.
Ye Fan paid him no attention and directly sat down. A mere servant, no matter how powerful, was still just a servant. Arguing or debating with him would only lower one's own dignity.
"Everything in this world is beneath our feet. Our master rules over the rise and fall of the world. For countless tens of thousands of years, no one has ever dared to refuse our goodwill like this." The servant's voice grew heavier.
Ye Fan directly looked at An Pu and said, "It seems you're not very satisfied with this servant. Are you trying to borrow my hand to kill him?"
His voice was not loud, but the oppressive aura shot straight into the nine heavens, making everyone's ears ring. Everyone's heart trembled, realizing what kind of powerful figure this was.
His words shook the sky, containing an invincible martial will that could be truly felt. Such a figure was inevitably peerless, with few rivals among his generation.
"Clap," "clap," "clap"...
An Pu clapped his hands and said, "In all these years, you are the first person to be so forceful with me. I remember since my birth, there haven't been many who have defied me."
He had the servant step back, ordering him to take back the Enlightenment Tea.
"Master!" The servant was unwilling, staring coldly at Ye Fan. He simply couldn't tolerate this attitude. Because from start to finish, Ye Fan had never even glanced at him. Even when speaking, he addressed An Pu directly.
Although this could be considered self-respect, not stooping to argue with a servant, where did he come from? He had walked out of the Immortal Mountain! Even as a servant, in the outside world he had once dominated the scene. Who dared to underestimate him? Ye Fan's attitude made his fury surge!
He did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, looking down at Ye Fan from a height. A powerful aura surged out, sweeping toward Ye Fan, intending to suppress and kill him.
"Pfft"
A flash of cold light, followed by spurting blood, and then everything was over.
Ye Fan didn't even blink. He sat cross-legged, still calm and composed, directly killing this man without saying another word.
Everyone was shocked, their hearts surging with monstrous waves. How powerful was that servant just now? Even they couldn't say for sure. Like raging waves, yet in an instant he was split apart, exploded into a pool of blood.
People couldn't even see what weapon it was, or how the man had done it. Too fast! One strike killed him cleanly.
An Pu's expression instantly turned cold. Like a demon god, his entire body erupted with a sky-shattering aura, directly shattering the heavens.
"I respect you as a figure, but your servant didn't know his limits. If our positions were reversed, what would you do? Wouldn't you kill him?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
"Tap," "tap," "tap"...
Rhythmic footsteps sounded. The Great Saint of the Ji Family appeared, a precious mirror suspended above his head. He stood in the distance, looking this way, staring at An Pu.
Everyone's expression froze. What kind of background did this person have, to warrant a Great Saint holding an Imperial Artifact to observe him? This was truly shocking.
An Pu's expression was extremely cold. It took a long time before he slowly calmed down and said, "Fine. He brought disaster upon himself, not obeying my commands. He deserved this calamity."
No one expected that after such a fierce stance, he would ultimately calm down again, becoming as unruffled as still water.
"Who is this person?"
Everyone was uncertain, staring at Ye Fan's location. But some had already understood, recognizing who this was, and even knowing how that servant had died.
Ye Fan's sword light flashed, killing the armored servant of the Immortal Mountain. This couldn't be hidden from Huo Qizi, Jiang Yifei, Princess Yueling, and others. They had seen it clearly.
"Human Clan Sacred Body Ye Fan, long time no see!" Shi Zhongxuan spoke.
Ye Fan smiled, raising his cup in greeting. Mist swirled around his face, and in an instant he returned to his true appearance. Since he had been recognized, there was nothing to hide. He didn't want trouble, but he wasn't afraid of it either.
Sure enough, when Ye Fan's true body appeared here, it immediately caused an uproar. Many people cried out in surprise, and quite a few rushed forward, talking excitedly.
"Brother Ye, I heard you traversed the Ancient Stellar Path, killing enemies from all directions until they trembled with fear, undefeated on the star path. Is it true?" Someone asked eagerly.
"Senior Ye, what obstacles are there on the ancient path? What should one pay attention to? Do you think I can set foot on that path?" A newly risen junior asked, full of hope.
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Ye Fan was helpless. He knew it would be like this, but there was nothing he could do. He answered them one by one. It took a long time before the crowd dispersed, leaving him exhausted from dealing with them.
This was only after he secretly hinted that there might be a battle here, likely resulting in rivers of blood. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to shake off the crowd. Now that his name shook the Big Dipper, once he appeared, this was inevitably the result.
Of course, there were also those who regarded him as an enemy, standing in the shadows, watching coldly. But at this point, who could kill Ye Fan? Who dared to lightly cross blades with him? He was no longer the minor cultivator of the past. His might shook the world.
Huo Qizi smiled and walked forward, speaking softly: "You've also seen it. Do you know where that one comes from?"
Ye Fan nodded. "The Enlightenment Tea was freshly picked, not like before when it was blown out by the wind. It seems only someone from that place has emerged."
"Since you know, you still killed his servant. That place is far more terrifying than our imperial clans. There are true Emperor-level experts sitting there!" Huo Qizi said.
This was reality. In this world today, who could be immortal? Who was the true ruler? Naturally, it was the Supremes within the Seven Forbidden Zones of Life!
Ji Ziyue giggled and pulled Huo Qizi to sit down with them, personally pouring her a cup of tea.
"Little sister, are you trying to harm me? If you make me sit like this, what if the Immortal Mountain also puts a debt on my head?" Huo Qizi said.
"Sister, as an imperial clan member, the daughter of the Qilin Ancient Emperor, are you afraid of them?" Ji Ziyue said nonchalantly.
"You wicked-hearted one, you're clearly trying to drag me onto your war chariot, and still you say this. They have true Emperor-level experts, while you and your family are the same—the most glorious era has already passed." Huo Qizi complained bitterly, saying that over there she could drink Enlightenment Tea, but coming here she had only made enemies for nothing.
"It's just normal social interaction. I think that fellow isn't a petty person. It's fine." Ji Ziyue laughed.
Jiang Yifei also walked over to greet Ye Fan. The two had known each other from very early on, when Ye Fan was still a minor cultivator just learning the methods of cultivation.
"So fragrant!" Dragon Horse, Ancient Golden Peng, and the other eleven saints came out from the Central Heavenly Palace, smelling the fragrance of Enlightenment Tea. When they saw Ye Fan, they were overjoyed and said, "Quickly brew a vat full so we can drink to our hearts' content."
Ye Fan's forehead was covered with black lines. These masters had all carried large vats to drink in the past, every one of them big-bellied gluttons.
He took out some Enlightenment Tea leaves, boiled the Life Spring Divine Liquid of the Ancient Heavenly Venerable, and began brewing tea, stunning a group of people in the distance.
Since when had Enlightenment Tea leaves become so worthless? Anyone could brew a pot and casually invite people like this.
Especially seeing the number of tea leaves Ye Fan put in—it wasn't small. If spread out, it really could fill a vat. Everyone was envious. This kind of peerless immortal tea was something one could only encounter by chance, yet it could be drunk like this. Speechless.
Many people knew what had happened. Back then, Ye Fan had fought fiercely against the Celestial Prince, killing him in a bitter battle that shook the world. Then he had ransacked his lair, obtaining eight hundred to a thousand leaves of Enlightenment Divine Tea.
Whose legacy was that? The Immortal Emperor!
The Enlightenment Tea tree only produced one hundred and eight leaves per year. Only in special years would it grow several thousand leaves. The Immortal Emperor had encountered such a time, cutting down the entire tree, using the main trunk as a coffin, and leaving the branches for his descendants.
As for the poor old tea tree, it could only regrow.
"Not a loss. Over here, I can drink a few more cups of good tea. Ah, it really makes one's thoughts wander. When my father was alive, he drank this tea every day, picking fresh leaves daily. Things have changed, people are different." Huo Qizi sighed.
After hearing this, everyone felt like vomiting blood. What they had seen and heard today was truly unbearable. One after another, their backgrounds were more astonishing than the last.
"Ye Fan!" Prince Huaizun of the Golden Crow Clan stood up, shouting sternly.
"Do you have business with me?" Ye Fan looked at him calmly.
Beside him, Shi Zhongxuan squinted his eyes and smiled, saying, "I've long heard of the Human Clan Sacred Body's great name. Meeting you today, you truly live up to your reputation. Your profound arts are unmatched!"
He glanced at An Pu from the corner of his eye, but found him extremely calm, without any reaction.
Feng Huang, the current master of the Wind Clan, had a peerless appearance. Her eyes flickered with light as she also looked this way, her heart quite unsettled.
Princess Yueling slightly furrowed her brows. She knew that if this continued, there would be no small trouble.
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