Chapter 182: It’s All the Bra’s Fault
“Tu Fei, what nonsense are you spouting?” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang was killing enemies, but she moved like a celestial butterfly, graceful and noble, with an ethereal beauty.
“Yao Xi, did you lose an article of clothing? And a very valuable one at that?” Tu Fei stood in midair, asking with a straight face.
“I don’t know what you’re rambling about.” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang executed a supreme secret technique, sending two old men flying with a single blast, then spat out an emerald green jade bell.
The pleasant sound of the bell rang through the sky, and the cultivators attacking her all clutched their ears in agony, screaming miserably.
“You definitely lost something. How did you lose it?” Tu Fei persisted, pressing the issue.
Damn it! Ye Fan turned and fled. He could see clearly now—this bastard was a big mouth, daring to say anything without restraint, a bit wild and unrestrained, with a hint of mockery.
“I can’t be bothered with you!” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang ignored him. The emerald jade bell she had spat out grew larger and larger, its sound shaking the heavens, melodious yet immensely powerful. Within a ten-zhang radius, all the weapons attacking her began to tremble, then emitted crisp cracking sounds. “Boom!” Seven or eight weapons shattered in the bell’s sound, falling from the sky. The sound waves were like blades, inspiring fear.
“Yao Xi, think again…” The big-mouthed Tu Fei spoke without hesitation once more. “That thing you lost—woven from divine silkworm threads, impervious to water and fire, impenetrable by blades and spears. You refined it into a heavy treasure. Remember now?”
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s face changed color. At first, she thought he was talking nonsense, but now she suddenly thought of that undergarment and nearly screamed.
For the past month, she had used all her power to search for Ye Fan in the Southern Domain, wishing she could turn the earth upside down, but there was no trace of him.
Every time she thought of that day’s events, she felt a maddening rage, wishing she could personally tear Ye Fan limb by limb with her elegant jade hands.
“Heavens, my immortal eyes are blinded!” Tu Fei shouted, speaking with an infinitely melancholy tone. “I wish what I saw wasn’t true. Why did someone else get there first?”
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang wanted to slap him. “Nonsense!”
“I saw the look on your face just now—it must be true. The genius of our trade is too skilled. Why wasn’t it me?” Tu Fei said somewhat gloomily. “Did nothing happen between you two? You’re one of my targets, you know.”
“Go to hell!” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang gritted her teeth in hatred. The emerald jade bell before her rapidly expanded, reaching a diameter of ten zhang, its sound shaking the heavens.
Clearly visible waves of green light rippled outward like ripples or ocean waves, sweeping in all directions. The cultivators around her all screamed in agony, unable to resist. The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s face was frosty, her robes fluttering as she charged at Tu Fei.
“Are you trying to silence me?” Tu Fei shouted, then seemed to remember something. Scanning the surroundings, he called out, “Genius brother, where are you? Lend me that piece of clothing!”
On the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s jade-like forehead, two black lines appeared. Killing intent filled the air as her powerful divine sense swept in all directions.
“I say, genius brother, you’re not being fair. Why did you run away? In our trade, we value loyalty. How could you slip away without a word?” Tu Fei shouted from the sky.
You big mouth! Ye Fan had already rushed far away, but he could still hear their voices. With battles raging everywhere, he was occasionally attacked and couldn’t leave quickly.
“I’ll kill you!”
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang was usually charming and rarely angered, but Ye Fan seemed to have a strange magic. Every time she thought of this youth, she couldn’t help but want to scream.
“It’s nothing to do with me! I didn’t steal the clothes—it was the genius brother. If you’re angry, go find him. I don’t have a single copper coin’s connection to it!” Tu Fei shouted.
The bell rang loudly. The emerald jade bell was incredibly mystical, its sound waves visible like waves or tides, surging in all directions. At this moment, the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang stood peerlessly on the giant emerald bell, her ice-like bones and jade-like skin radiating killing intent.
Tu Fei fled, then sacrificed a clay pot. It was gray and dull, as if dug out of a pile of dirt, old and worn.
But this clay pot was immensely powerful. Its mouth was like a black hole, possessing a strong devouring force. The surrounding sky twisted because of it, as if it could absorb anything.
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s face changed. “The Seventh Great Bandit Tu Tian passed this thing to you?”
“Relax, it’s a replica. My grandfather said if I could capture a holy maiden as my wife, he’d give me the real pot.”
Though the clay pot was old, it was undamaged, its power terrifying. It absorbed the wave-like green sound waves, blocking Yao Xi’s attack.
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s face changed. “This is just a replica, yet it has such power. The real pot must indeed be an Extreme Imperial Weapon, just as the legends say—refined from the flesh and blood of an ancient great emperor before the Primordial Era.”
So-called Extreme Imperial Weapons were the pinnacle of weaponry. In the Eastern Wasteland, they were as rare as phoenix feathers and unicorn horns. From ancient times to the present, the number that had appeared could be counted on one hand. Only a figure who dominated an era and ruled the Eastern Wasteland could forge one, requiring the combined strength of the entire Eastern Wasteland. The number of ancient great emperors was limited, so such weapons were naturally few.
The Demon Emperor’s sacred weapon, the Ji Family’s ancient mirror, the Yaoguang Holy Land’s Dragon-Pattern Cauldron, and the clay pot Tu Tian had obtained by chance—all were such Extreme Imperial Weapons.
Of course, there was one exception in the Eastern Wasteland: the Desolate Tower, said to have been forged by no human hand.
Extreme Imperial Weapons were forged by ancient great emperors and sacred emperors, their power unparalleled. If their true might could be unleashed, it would be unimaginable.
Tu Tian had earned his place among the Thirteen Great Bandits because he possessed an Extreme Imperial Weapon. Almost no one could kill him; with the weapon protecting him, he was virtually unbreakable.
According to one record about this clay pot, before the Primordial Era, a great emperor, nearing the end of his life and about to fall, used his primordial spirit as fire, his peerless flesh and blood as clay, and supplemented it with endless divine materials from Eastern Wasteland legends, forging himself into the clay pot to leave an Extreme Imperial Weapon for his descendants.
It could be said that with this weapon, if one had enough divine power to support it, roaming the Eastern Wasteland would be no problem, standing invincible from the start.
Unfortunately, even the most glorious families eventually decline, and the greatest inheritances eventually fade. After the ancient great emperor’s passing, time passed, and his descendants became ordinary.
Three hundred years ago, Tu Tian, in a dry ancient riverbed in the Northern Domain, accidentally discovered this clay pot, half-buried in sand and dust, unknown how many years it had been neglected.
Unfortunately, the pot lacked a lid and was incomplete, missing half its power. Otherwise, Tu Tian could have roamed the Eastern Wasteland with just this pot.
The replica clay pot was still terrifying, like a bottomless pit, about to absorb the giant emerald jade bell.
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang was shocked. She knew that if the real pot were here, she would surely be obliterated without any suspense.
“Tu Fei, your divine power is insufficient. Even if you wield a replica of an ancient great emperor’s sacred weapon, what can you do?” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s brow shone, her diamond-shaped mark blazing brightly, shooting a divine light forward to strike.
“What? Your divine sense is so powerful…” Tu Fei was greatly startled and couldn’t dodge.
But the clay pot before him saved him. It devoured everything, even divine sense, and the divine light was instantly extinguished.
“This…” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s face changed.
The ancient great emperor before the Primordial Era had used his primordial spirit as fire and forged his flesh and blood into a pot, naturally able to devour divine sense.
“Haha…” Tu Fei laughed loudly and immediately began to flee. His cultivation was inferior to the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s, and a prolonged fight would surely end badly.
“Where do you think you’re going!” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang didn’t want to let him go.
“Genius brother, where are you? I’m coming to find you!” Tu Fei transmitted his voice, shaking this source region.
Ye Fan cursed inwardly. This big mouth was too despicable—he was bringing trouble to him.
At this moment, shouts of killing filled the air. He was attacked from time to time, struggling to break out. If Yao Xi discovered him, things would be dire.
“Genius brother, what are you afraid of? You even stole Yao Xi’s bra! With such skill, so brilliant and outstanding, you’re truly a hero of our trade. Let’s join forces, brothers, and we can capture this woman!” Tu Fei shouted like a loudspeaker across the sky.
As soon as these words were spoken, the entire source region fell briefly silent. The news was too shocking, almost unimaginable.
Ye Fan wanted to curse. This guy’s mouth really should be sealed shut.
But on second thought, the other party might genuinely mistake him for an expert. After all, his physique was special, making it hard for others to gauge his cultivation depth.
“Could it be true?”
“The pure and holy Holy Maiden of Yaoguang, her bra stolen? That’s impossible.” Some cultivators couldn’t help but discuss even in the midst of battle.
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang’s silvery laughter rang through the sky. “Tu Fei, relying on sharp words won’t change your defeat. Let’s see where you can flee!” With just these words, all the cultivators were relieved, no longer believing Tu Fei’s claims.
“I’m not lying! A genius brother really did steal Yao Xi’s bra. Brother, come out quickly…” Tu Fei fled while howling, “In our trade, we value loyalty!”
“Let’s see how long you can spout nonsense!” The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang gritted her teeth secretly. She wanted to seal this big mouth and, even more, to find Ye Fan. Her divine sense swept the surroundings, searching carefully.
During this time, many bandits charged at Yao Xi, and many Yaoguang Holy Land cultivators attacked Tu Fei. The fierce melee made their shouting naturally attract more attention.
“Genius brother, don’t force me to use my ultimate move!” Tu Fei fought while retreating. “You’re about fourteen or fifteen, with a clean-cut face…”
Your mother! Ye Fan couldn’t help but curse those three words. He immediately stripped a bloodied garment from a corpse, wrapped it around his head and face, as if bandaging a wound.
But with people everywhere, someone naturally noticed him.
“No way, there really is a youth. I just saw him.”
“Over there, right over there!” Ye Fan stepped into the old madman’s footwork and bolted.
The Fourth Great Bandit, the Seventh Great Bandit, and Peacock King—the sky was nearly shattering. Everywhere were flashes of blades and swords, figures, and splashes of blood.
“Genius brother, I finally see you! Don’t run! The one with the bloodied cloth is you. In our trade, we never forget a face. Even if you put on Yao Xi’s holy maiden battle robe, I’d still recognize you!” Tu Fei was truly like a loudspeaker, his voice shaking the sky with endless howls.
“Whoosh!” Many people looked at Ye Fan, and some Yaoguang disciples chased after him.
Nearby, many bandits gave Ye Fan a thumbs-up. “Well done, genius brother! In our trade, it’s rare to see someone like you, stealing a holy maiden’s bra!”
“From generation to generation, talents emerge, each leading for centuries. Our trade will never decline!” A group of bearded men shouted noisily.
“Damn all your ancestors!” Ye Fan naturally understood that these bastards were stirring up trouble to embarrass the Yaoguang Holy Land. Apart from Tu Fei, probably no one believed he had actually taken Yao Xi’s bra.
At this moment, the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang was grinding her teeth to dust. She had also spotted Ye Fan. Thinking of that day, she wanted to scream.
A month ago, naked and face-to-face, her immortal-like jade body had almost no secrets from Ye Fan. Even now, thinking about it made her cheeks burn and her skin feel hot.
Yao Xi wanted to rush over and kill Ye Fan directly, but she feared that doing so would “confirm” Tu Fei’s “nonsense.” Instead, she drove Tu Fei in that direction, gradually approaching Ye Fan, ready to strike when necessary.
“Tu Fei, you bastard, stop framing me!” Ye Fan shouted. He had to use words to block the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang, or his situation would be dire. “Fairy Yao Xi is pure and holy, known to all. How can you allow such defilement?”
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang gritted her teeth, wanting to fly over and stomp Ye Fan underfoot. His words were too grating to her ears. That day, the two had been naked together, his demonic hand sliding across her skin, moving recklessly. Even now, it gave her goosebumps. And now he spoke like this, trying to block her path—it was utterly infuriating.
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang was no ordinary person. She reacted quickly, sneering coldly. “Tu Fei slanders me, and you try to smear me too. Birds of a feather flock together. Today, I’ll kill you both.”
She attributed everything to the two of them putting on an act—one exposing, the other covering up—coldly accusing them of playing a double act.
“See, genius brother? Yao Xi wants to kill you too. Come over here! With brothers united, we can break metal. Let’s capture her, and then it won’t be just a bra!” Tu Fei started his big mouth again.
Many bearded bandits howled and joined in the uproar.
Ye Fan cursed inwardly. These bastards were too despicable. He shouted loudly, “Tu Fei, you bandit, stop talking nonsense! Fairy Yao Xi, I’ve admired you for a long time. I’ve never harbored any defiling thoughts. In my heart, you’re like the bright moon hanging high, the most sacred existence in the world.”
Hearing these words, the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang wanted to slice him up piece by piece, but she still smiled. “I can’t accept such admiration from you.”
Before she could say more, Ye Fan shouted again, “Tu Fei, you bastard! If you keep framing me, watch out—I’ll sacrifice my magic treasure and cut you down!”
He emphasized the words “magic treasure,” giving the Holy Maiden of Yaoguang a deep look. It was a naked threat: if she kept chasing, he would sacrifice the bra, and they would both be ruined.
The Holy Maiden of Yaoguang, sharp as ever, naturally understood his implication. She gritted her silver teeth, hating Ye Fan to the core, but smiled brightly. “In that case, why don’t we join forces and kill Tu Fei?”
“Sorry, my strength is too low. I can’t help much.” Ye Fan finally reached the edge of the source region.
Of course, since being noticed, he was lucky that the bearded bandits had helped him, or he might have been captured by Yaoguang Holy Land cultivators.
“Genius brother, in our trade, we value loyalty…” Tu Fei, seeing him only fleeing and not helping, was unwilling. “Just sacrifice that bra already!”
Having escaped this far and about to leave the battlefield, Ye Fan had no intention of getting involved.
Ahead, Peacock King and the Saint Lord of Yaoguang were locked in a great battle, tearing the sky apart, darkening the sun and moon. That stretch of the sky was filled with ocean-like waves of terrifying energy. A hundred and eight worlds rose and fell, halos filling the sky. The Saint Lord of Yaoguang seemed to be transforming into the Heavenly Dao.
Peacock King, like a deity, moved through the myriad worlds. Though a handsome youth, his dominance shook the world.
The Fourth Great Bandit and the Seventh Great Bandit jointly sacrificed a clay pot, immobilizing a group of Yaoguang Holy Land old antiques, trying to absorb them all.
“Peacock King, Azure Dragon King, Tu Tian—they’re going big!” Ye Fan was shocked. These people were bold enough to strike hard at a powerful holy land.
“Genius brother, in our trade…” The loudspeaker Tu Fei was at it again.