Chapter 254: Golden Wing Little Peng King
Ye Fan killed eight true disciples of Yao Guang and the Ji Family in front of the young cultivators of Quzhou. This news seemed to have grown wings, spreading swiftly and stirring up no small commotion.
Quzhou was in turmoil, with everyone on edge. The Ji Family dispatched many powerful experts to this oasis, and the Divine King Physique Ji Haoyue came in person. Some even claimed to have seen the Holy Son Yao Guang.
These two were figures shrouded in halos of light, drawing attention wherever they went—young prodigies of the Eastern Wasteland standing at the pinnacle of their generation. Yet now, for the sake of a youth named Ye Fan, they both descended upon Quzhou simultaneously, naturally causing astonishment.
Soon, news spread that the Holy Maiden Yao Xi had also arrived, appearing in Chaoyang City, turning this place into a gathering ground for heroes and attracting the gaze of many.
All directions in Quzhou were stirred, and the surrounding oases received word as well. People talked endlessly, all discussing Ye Fan.
"This youth has no master, no sect backing him. He crossed the void from the Southern Domain to the Northern Domain all alone—he truly has some skill."
"He obtained the Grand Void Art of the Ji Family and even burned one of their Supreme Elders to death. Unbelievable!"
As Ye Fan's past deeds were recounted, people grew even more astonished, finding it hard to believe.
"As a Primordial Saint Body, his path forward will be extremely difficult. I wonder how far he can go."
When this news spread, many sighed. This physique was like a curse—no matter how close to an immortal or demon your enlightenment, you were locked within this fleshly cage, with a future that inspired despair.
"But such a physique is worth studying. I think all the Holy Lands are interested."
"He possesses a cauldron forged from Mother Qi of All Things. Such a treasure will make every sect's eyes turn red. Even without the Ji Family making a move, his future is grim."
"What a pity. The Primordial Saint Body—an unbreakable curse. His achievements in this life are nearly at an end!"
Some lamented, believing the youth's path ahead was essentially severed, impossible to cross the "heavenly moat" left behind by the ancient era.
"Daring to raise a blade against the Ji Family—I expected something extraordinary, but why kill so directly?" Tu Fei demanded.
"What do you want to borrow?" Ye Fan asked coldly.
"Borrow the Primordial Mother Qi Root!" Golden Wing Little Peng King stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at Ye Fan. His words were domineering, as if brooking no argument.
"And if I refuse?" Ye Fan hadn't expected that as soon as he arrived, someone would demand the cauldron forged from Mother Qi of All Things.
"Then I'll take it myself!" Golden Wing Little Peng King said flatly, not even looking Ye Fan in the eye, exuding an air of self-worship.
"Brother Peng, you're going too far. Brother Ye is, after all, my guest," Azure-clad Little Jiao King frowned.
"Guest? Those not of our kind are bound to have different hearts!" Golden Wing Little Peng King stared at Ye Fan as if looking at a dead man.
"What do you mean by that?" Tu Fei shouted.
"Of course, that doesn't include you!" Golden Wing Little Peng King clasped his hands behind his back, sweeping a glance at Ye Fan. "Just a useless Primordial Saint Body. Kill him if you kill him—what use is there in keeping him?"
"You..." Tu Fei's brows shot up.
"The sacred treasure of Primordial Mother Qi Root—I'm taking it!" Golden Wing Little Peng King was almost inhumanly unreasonable.
"Brother Peng, this isn't good..." Azure-clad Little Jiao King frowned.
"I'll give you two choices." Golden Wing Little Peng King had not a shred of human emotion in him. He stared at Ye Fan, utterly ruthless. "One: leave the Primordial Mother Qi Root and I'll spare your life. Two: I take it myself and end your life!"
Tu Fei was furious. He had never seen anyone so unreasonable. Though he knew Golden Wing Little Peng King roamed the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, undefeated among his peers, he still couldn't suppress his rising anger.
Ye Fan's brow trembled. His divine sense condensed into a golden sword an inch long, ready to be unleashed at any moment.
"Don't make a move against me, or you'll die without a complete corpse!" Golden Wing Little Peng King stood tall, his eyes blazing with murderous intent as he looked down on Ye Fan from above.