# Chapter 400: Ye Fan and the Holy Lands
The great hall was silent as death. Killing Ye Fan would be equivalent to killing Jiang Taixu—who would dare slay the Peerless Divine King now?
Thirteen Saint Lord-rank figures, three ancient demon prodigies, and a Central Province King had all been struck down by him in a single night, shocking the world. Who would step forward now?
Why was this happening? When had Ye Fan saved the Divine King's life? This was the confusion and bewilderment of many.
In recent days, cultivators throughout the city had been hunting for Ye Fan's whereabouts, only to discover he had formed such a relationship with the incomparably powerful Divine King. How had he managed this?
"Could there be a mistake? How could he have saved the Divine King's life..." someone muttered quietly.
Jiang Yun spoke: "When numerous powerful enemies came to attack, the Divine King Ancestor was on the verge of death. Ye Fan used the True Dragon Divine Medicine to revive the ancestor, allowing him to be reborn in the Dragon Transformation Pool."
"True Dragon Divine Medicine..."
Many people gasped upon hearing these four words, struck by inexplicable shock. This was a legendary ancient divine medicine! Ye Fan actually possessed such a thing?!
People quickly recalled his identity—not only was he a Primordial Saint Body, but he was also a Source Art genius who had inherited the Origin Heavenly Master's legacy, and had once cut out a divine medicine seed.
Yet even so, people were still astonished. An Immortal Divine Medicine! Even the Holy Lands didn't possess one, yet Ye Fan had obtained two types in succession. This was too heaven-defying.
If they could control him, what would it mean for a Holy Land? Immense benefits! If they could successfully cultivate a single Immortal Divine Medicine, they might even be able to nurture a Great Emperor!
Many knew Ye Fan carried the Mother Qi of All Things, but now realizing all this, they discovered the Primordial Saint Body's value was far greater than they had imagined.
The Holy Lands and various major powers had pursued him for so long without gaining anything. Now seeing Ye Fan sheltered by the Peerless Divine King, many were deeply unwilling.
At the same time, many from major powers suddenly conceived the idea that perhaps winning over the Primordial Saint Body would bring even greater benefits.
Ouyang Ye, his body withered and nearing the Origin Earth Master realm, was already in his twilight years but still desperately craved the Source Heaven Scroll. "Old one asks the Divine King to uphold justice."
"What matter do you have?" Jiang Taixu sat unmoving, his gaze sweeping downward.
Ouyang Ye said: "The Saint Body has bullied the descendants of my Source Art Aristocratic Clan. But since he has saved the Divine King's life, the old one dares not blame him. I only ask him to return the Source Heaven Scroll to my Source Art Aristocratic Clan."
Standing among the crowd, Ye Fan glanced at him contemptuously. "In our Source Art duel, you wanted to kill me. Unfortunately, your skill was inferior to mine. In the end, you blame me for bullying? What kind of logic is that?"
"The old one doesn't wish to dwell on these grievances. I only want to retrieve my Source Art Aristocratic Clan's supreme divine book," Ouyang Hua said.
Ye Fan asked calmly: "When did the Source Heaven Scroll become your Source Art Aristocratic Clan's ancient scripture? It is clearly the divine canon left by the Origin Heavenly Master. Don't you feel embarrassed saying such things?"
"Source arts have always been one family. The Source Heaven Scroll belongs to the Source Art world, not to a cultivator like you. Therefore, the old one asks you to return it," Ouyang Ye insisted.
Ye Fan glanced at him. "By your logic, cultivation methods have always been one family. Should I then go to the Holy Lands and demand their ancient scriptures? Moreover, this book was lent to me by the Origin Heavenly Master's descendant. What does it have to do with you?"
"The Origin Heavenly Master's descendant lent it to you... impossible. You must have stolen it," a young disciple of the Source Art Aristocratic Clan couldn't help but rebuke.
"Hmph!"
The Divine King gave a cold snort. The disciple's face instantly turned pale as he hurriedly shut his mouth, not daring to speak recklessly again.
"I am very clear about the Source Heaven Scroll's origins. Your Source Art Aristocratic Clan has no grounds to dispute this," the Divine King said, then dismissed them.
Ouyang Ye opened his mouth but ultimately dared not say another word. The Divine King's might filled him with fear.
All the Holy Lands remained silent. Not one person mentioned their grievances with Ye Fan. They would never be foolish enough to court trouble at such a moment like the Source Art Aristocratic Clan.
"I have heard that Ye Fan has a grievance with the Ji Family. I am willing to mediate. Is there room for negotiation?" the Divine King suddenly spoke, looking at the Ji Family Saint Lord.
"The Divine King sees clearly. There are indeed some entanglements. He learned the forbidden secrets of the Void Ancient Scripture. Of course, some members of my Ji Family also overreacted," the Ji Family Saint Lord said neither humbly nor arrogantly.
"I see." Jiang the Divine King nodded, then looked at Ye Fan. "Can you swear to the Ji Family Saint Lord that you will never pass on the secret techniques of the Void Ancient Scripture for all eternity?"
Ye Fan knew the Divine King was helping him, bestowing a great favor. How could he be ungrateful? "Thank you, Divine King. I swear I will never pass on the Void Secret Arts for the rest of my life."
"Good. Later, go to the Ji Family to apologize," Jiang the Divine King nodded, then looked at the Ji Family Saint Lord. "If he leaks the Void Secret Arts, I will personally execute him. What do you think?"
What could the Ji Family Saint Lord say? The Peerless Divine King was clearly protecting Ye Fan. After receiving such a guarantee, his wisest choice was to nod.
"This guy..." In the distant crowd, Ji Ziyue, dressed in purple, ground her little tiger teeth, staring at Ye Fan ahead.
Ji Haoyue furrowed his sword-like brows slightly. "Ziyue, why are you stepping on my foot so hard?"
"Oh, wrong foot..." Ji Ziyue stuck out her little tongue, revealing small dimples on her pretty face, making a funny face at her brother before giggling.
Jiang the Divine King continued speaking, turning to look at the Yaoguang Saint Lord. "Did Ye Fan have a conflict with the young disciples of Yaoguang's hidden lineage?"
The Yaoguang Saint Lord nodded, detailing the incident, then said: "It's not a major grievance with my Yaoguang. Just a conflict of youthful pride among the younger generation."
Strictly speaking, the Yaoguang disciples had coveted the Mother Qi of All Things on Ye Fan first. How could the Yaoguang Saint Lord pursue this deeply now? Otherwise, he might damage his own face.
"When this matter is settled, go to Yaoguang to apologize," Jiang the Divine King said to Ye Fan.
"I will follow the Divine King's instructions," Ye Fan said with utmost seriousness and sincerity, but inwardly he was filled with laughter. The Divine King was making excuses for him, saying he should go apologize, but there was no need to actually go.
Jiang the Divine King looked at the Yaoguang Saint Lord. "Let the younger generation resolve their own grudges. What do you think?"
The Yaoguang Saint Lord nodded. He naturally wouldn't say more. Killing Ye Fan would be like killing the Divine King—Jiang Taixu had already said such words. How could he pursue or dwell on this further?
Jiang the Divine King had hair white as snow, yet his appearance was that of a man in his twenties. Seated high above, his peerless bearing had been legendary for thousands of years.
At this moment, many young maidens' hearts were captivated, their eyes shining with admiration. But no one dared express anything, for the gap in status and position was too vast.
Suddenly, a long cry pierced through the air, rapidly approaching the Divine City like an endless, terrifying sea of thunder surging forward.
The Peng's cry echoed through the sky!
Everyone knew who had arrived—the supremely terrifying figure among the Demon Clan, the Peng King.
"Swish"
With a flash of light, a fierce old man appeared in the great hall, wearing a golden Daoist robe. His long golden hair blazed like fire, his stature tall and imposing, his gaze like two sharp swords as he stood upright.
Everyone was greatly startled. The cry had still been outside the city, yet the man had already rushed into the Divine City first. One could imagine how terrifying his speed was.
Clearly, he had already learned the situation. The moment he entered the great hall, he fixed his gaze on Ye Fan, his golden eyes flickering uncertainly.
Jiang Yun asked: "Peng King, what business brings you here?"
The Peng King stood with heroic bearing, his golden Daoist robe shimmering brightly. He bowed to the Divine King above the hall, then fixed his gaze on Ye Fan again, explaining his purpose.
He had come specifically for the Golden Wing Little Peng King. Upon learning that the Primordial Saint Body had appeared, he had rushed here immediately. The Golden Wing Little Peng King possessed heaven-granted talent. Many said he would walk the path of a Great Emperor. The Peng King cherished him deeply and naturally wouldn't allow him to be imprisoned.
"My Yaoguang disciples have also been imprisoned by the Saint Body. I hope they can be released," the Yaoguang Saint Lord also spoke.
Ye Fan instantly became the focus. Everyone looked at him. The Golden Wing Little Peng King and the Holy Son Yao Guang—which of them wasn't a prodigy of their generation, nearly undefeated among the younger generation?
Although everyone knew Ye Fan had imprisoned these two powerful figures under very special circumstances, they still showed strange expressions.
Jiang the Divine King was somewhat surprised. He glanced at Ye Fan and said: "Release them." He summoned the Li Fire Divine Furnace and sent it flying toward Ye Fan.
The divine furnace flowed with flames. The furnace body was imprinted with divine bird and sun marks, ancient and approaching the Dao. On the furnace lid were carved nine ancient characters, mysterious and profound, their meaning indecipherable. It was precisely because of their existence that the furnace was sealed.
All the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens stared at Ye Fan. Many senior figures also watched unblinkingly, their gazes all focused on him.
Ye Fan paid no attention. He took the Li Fire Divine Furnace, his expression calm. Using a special technique, he erased the nine Emperor characters, then suddenly sent it flying.
"Boom!"
Divine flames soared to the heavens. The furnace lid shot up into the sky, making the entire sky scorching hot, turning it into a sea of fire, like an ocean surging and billowing.
Three figures transformed into three divine rainbows, leaping into the void. An extremely powerful divine might spread out, covering heaven and earth. They were like three deities, their bodies radiating endless divine light that made it impossible to look directly at them.
"Boom!"
The three top experts of the younger generation moved simultaneously, charging toward Ye Fan like three terrifying great stars crashing in from the outer realms, making people tremble uncontrollably.
"Bang"
The Peerless Divine King acted. A great hand reached out, covering all three beneath it. The ocean-like terrifying fluctuations instantly vanished, and everything became calm.
"Do not be rude!"
The Peng King and the Yaoguang Saint Lord shouted, afraid the three wouldn't know their place and would offend the Divine King. If that happened, even they couldn't save them.
"Brother Peng, Brother Yaoguang, forgive my offense," Ye Fan spoke.
The Golden Wing Little Peng King stood with heroic, imposing stature. Golden divine flames blazed fiercely around his body. His eyes were like sharp swords, filled with wildness.
He held the heavy Great Wilderness Halberd, his golden hair wildly flying, his pupils piercing the soul, like a Demon Lord crossing the heavens.
He cried out to the sky, his killing intent soaring to the heavens, staring fixedly at Ye Fan, endless murderous intent surging forth.
On the other side, the Holy Son Yao Guang was enveloped in endless holy light, like a deity!
He stood in the void, surrounded by a full one hundred and eight halos, making him appear sacred and peaceful, yet also radiating a chilling aura.
At this moment, the Holy Son Yao Guang was like an Immortal King descending into the mortal world, making many weaker cultivators want to prostrate themselves before him.
He seemed to look down upon all beings, transcendent yet majestic. His Immortal King aura made even many senior figures' hearts pound with fear.
"Fairy Yao Xi, your grace is even more captivating. You truly surpass all under heaven," Ye Fan said with a smile to the Holy Maiden Yao Xi.
Yao Xi was radiant and ethereal, like a Ninth Heaven Mystic Maiden descending to the world. Peerlessly beautiful, with immortal-like skin and jade bones, she seemed untouched by mortal dust.
She gave people a sense of infinite distance. Though standing right before them, she seemed far away in the heavenly palaces of the Nine Heavens, her flawless immortal form forever beyond reach.