# Chapter 439: Entering Grand Mystery Again
Everyone thought Ye Fan was dead, but months later, he appeared again and immediately caused such a major incident. As soon as the news spread, it naturally triggered a shock.
"That young man surnamed Ye single-handedly faced experts of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm and nailed Ji Hui to death in full view of everyone—truly astonishing!"
"Unbelievable. Months have passed, and the Sacred Body still hasn't died. Could he actually survive?"
"This is a turbulent great era, with kings rising together. If the ancient Sacred Body were missing, it would seem incomplete. Even the heavens don't want to take him away."
People discussed endlessly, all astonished. The Sacred Body's forceful return touched the nerves of many, and even some major powers couldn't sit still.
The younger generation was especially unsettled. Ye Fan was definitely a great enemy, particularly for the various kings—this was very bad news.
If the Sacred Body lived, the kings would inevitably have to face him in the future. No one dared claim they could absolutely suppress him; it would surely be an incomparably brutal world-shaking battle.
However, soon someone spread reliable news: when Ye Fan left, not only did golden blood trickle from the corner of his mouth, but he also vomited three large mouthfuls of blood in a secluded place.
"What? He coughed up blood in great mouthfuls? What a sudden reversal!"
"He's clearly severely injured, nowhere near escaping death. It seems he truly can't be saved, hehe..."
When this news came out, many people breathed a long sigh of relief. Otherwise, they truly felt a kind of pressure. If a Great Accomplishment Saint Body were to reappear in the world, many super major powers would be in trouble.
Some also sighed. The Sacred Body had broken a curse lasting over a hundred thousand years, yet his life was short. He had hope of rivaling the ancient Great Emperors, but fate was cruel—in the end, he couldn't survive.
All kinds of people existed, naturally including many who took pleasure in his misfortune, laughing as they waited to see the Primordial Saint Body die, watching him disappear from the human world.
"The heavens want to take him away. Even if the Peerless Divine King reversed heaven to reconnect his severed path, it won't work. Half a year of life has already consumed several months; at most, he can only live a little over a month."
"For now, it's best not to provoke him. He's going to die anyway—no need to argue with a dead man. He even cut down people from the Primordial Aristocratic Clan like vegetables. He's already thrown caution to the wind; there's nothing he wouldn't dare do."
Many said this, naturally also out of fear of the Peerless Divine King. When Ye Fan swept through Ji Hui and the others, the Divine King's imprint had once surged forth, truly intimidating many old antiques.
Many secretly cursed, puzzled why the Divine King was so fortunate to still be alive, completely unaware that this was an imprint Ye Fan had strengthened using the unique origin of the Sacred Body.
Hearing these rumors, Ye Fan revealed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth and murmured to himself: "I'm afraid I'll disappoint you. Every time, I'll manage to revive just in time."
Regarding how to "survive," he had too many reasons and excuses to present flawlessly to the world. Thinking of what might happen in the future, he couldn't help but laugh.
Major figures from the Ji Family appeared immediately. Two Supreme Elders came to the small tavern to understand everything in detail.
Ye Fan nearly ran into them head-on. He felt regret that he couldn't see Little Nannan for now. Although they feared the Divine King's imprint and likely wouldn't act, he still didn't want to appear in the same place as them.
He calmly traveled far away, heading north. He felt there was someone who could take in Zhang Wenchang—a place very suitable for him to live peacefully.
Along the way, he heard many news items, many related to him. Many people discussed how his re-emergence had truly stirred up a great storm.
Additionally, there was much news about several Holy Lands and the supreme great sects of Central Province planning to harvest the ancient divine medicine from the Ancient Forbidden Land.
There was also much news about the young kings of Central Province and the heavenly prodigies of the Eastern Wasteland's younger generation. The "Holy Son" of the Yin Yang Sect had fought a great battle with Ji Haoyue and was beaten bloody by the Divine King Physique, retreating.
When Ye Huiling and Wang Chongxiao engaged in a life-and-death duel, both were ambushed by mysterious figures. Now their life-and-death status was unknown, and they had disappeared from people's sight.
Furthermore, the "Yin Maiden" of the Yin Yang Sect had appeared, once visiting the Yaoguang Holy Land and sparring with Yao Xi. Outsiders didn't know who was stronger or weaker.
Grand Mystery Sect had a total of one hundred and eight main peaks, representing one hundred and eight kinds of inheritance. It was extremely prosperous, one of the most powerful sects below the Holy Lands.
Looking from afar, it was like one hundred and eight great dragons soaring into the sky—majestic, magnificent, and grand.
In this region, even the Ji Family and the Yaoguang Holy Land were wary of them. Under normal circumstances, they would never provoke them, and conflicts rarely occurred.
Ye Fan silently infiltrated and arrived at Clumsy Peak.
This peak, as in the past, was vastly different from other main peaks. Overgrown with weeds, old vines accompanying withered trees, broken walls and ruins—a scene of desolation.
"Wasn't Clumsy Peak supposed to flourish? Why is it like this again?" Ye Fan was puzzled in his heart.
"You've returned." A calm voice sounded in his ear. Ye Fan was startled—he had already concealed his aura, but as soon as he neared Clumsy Peak, the old man Li Ruoyu sensed him.
On Clumsy Peak, an old man in gray clothes stood with a calm expression, ordinary and unremarkable, far from the transcendent bearing of a worldly master or the image of an immortal.
"Greetings, Senior." Ye Fan instantly rushed up Clumsy Peak and performed a great bow. This old man had shown him great kindness; his All Secret originated from this place.
"Rise. I've heard about your affairs. Stay on Clumsy Peak for now." The old man didn't say much. Standing before an ancient hall on the verge of collapse, he didn't seem like a cultivator at all.
Inside and outside the ancient hall, weeds grew thick. Not far away stood a withered old tree, on which nine crows cawed loudly, yet it didn't feel ominous.
They were the treasures of Clumsy Peak, the "deities" born from the mountain-guarding weapons, possessing extraordinary power. Ordinary people would never imagine this.
Ye Fan didn't hide anything. He recounted in detail his experiences over the past year or more. Finally, he brought out Zhang Wenchang and explained his intention—to ask the old man to keep him.
"Let him come out," Li Ruoyu said.
Ye Fan summoned the Jade Purification Vase. Light flashed, and Zhang Wenchang appeared on Clumsy Peak. For a moment, he couldn't grasp the situation and was somewhat dazed.
"Wake up, don't just stand there stupidly." Ye Fan smiled and nudged him, telling him to bow to Li Ruoyu.
"Ye Fan... I finally see you again!" The moment Zhang Wenchang came to his senses, his expression was extremely excited, no longer as lifeless as before.
He was utterly weary of this world. These past few years had been very dispiriting. He wasn't suited for cultivation and missed the past even more, even developing thoughts of leaving this world. His world was completely gray.
"Don't worry, everything will change." Ye Fan patted his shoulder and comforted him, saying, "We'll get drunk together later."
Li Ruoyu looked at Zhang Wenchang and said, "His bone structure is indeed poor."
Zhang Wenchang already knew why Ye Fan had brought him here. Hearing this, he sighed, "I've disappointed you."
"Why would I be disappointed?" Li Ruoyu shook his head. "Seeing you, I feel like I'm seeing my past self."
"Why do you say that?" Zhang Wenchang's wooden face was full of confusion.
Ye Fan smiled. When he was at Grand Mystery Sect, he had heard people say that Li Ruoyu had no talent, extremely poor bone structure. No main peak was willing to accept him as a disciple, and in the end, he came to the declining Clumsy Peak.
He could truly be called a late bloomer. For his first hundred years, he couldn't even match the disciples of other main peaks. It wasn't until later that he comprehended the natural Dao of Clumsy Peak, startling all one hundred and eight main peaks.
"I spent several hundred years here in emptiness before achieving something. Your bone structure is the same as mine—not very good—but that doesn't matter," Li Ruoyu said.
"Does bone structure really not matter?" Zhang Wenchang stared blankly.
"If you awaken, even heaven and earth can be used by us. What does one's own bone structure amount to?" Li Ruoyu replied calmly.
Not to mention Zhang Wenchang's reaction, even Ye Fan was astonished. He had long sensed that the old man's cultivation was very high. He had comprehended the true essence of the natural Dao, unfathomably deep.
Although Clumsy Peak appeared desolate, if one carefully sensed it, they would discover it secretly conformed to the principles of heaven and earth—birth and death interdependent, flourishing and decline coexisting—an aura of the Dao returning to simplicity.
"You're willing to accept me as a disciple?" Zhang Wenchang wasn't sure. These past few years, he had suffered bullying from fellow disciples, everything going against his wishes. He had long given up on cultivation.
"Your heart determines the size of your world. Don't always confine yourself to your gray world." After Li Ruoyu finished speaking, he pointed a finger at Zhang Wenchang's brow.
Suddenly, the old man's expression changed greatly. Then he stared blankly at Zhang Wenchang and Ye Fan. After a long time, he sighed, "Civilizations beyond the heavens... you..."
Ye Fan immediately understood. The old man had perceived everything, knowing they came from another side of the stars. This was truly no longer a secret; the Ji Family's high-level members also knew.
"Your past, your experiences—so wondrous. Your world of the heart is so vast. You should be confident. Let us be teacher and friend, or just friends." Li Ruoyu was somewhat unable to calm down, speaking such words.
Zhang Wenchang hurriedly performed a great bow, formally becoming a disciple of Clumsy Peak.
Li Ruoyu was very emotional, saying that if he achieved great success in the future, it would be greatly related to comprehending all this today. He encouraged Zhang Wenchang, telling him that as long as he persisted, bone structure was not a problem.
Restoring Zhang Wenchang's appearance was not difficult. Ye Fan's own methods were sufficient, but he instead took out a Saint Fruit, helping him refine it into his body to undergo a complete transformation.
Ye Fan took out another fruit and offered it to Li Ruoyu, wanting to repay his great kindness. However, the old man shook his head and refused, unwilling to accept it, saying, "I don't need it."
Although Ye Fan had picked many Saint Fruits, he still felt they weren't enough. Saving the Divine King and Little Tingting required assembling a complete Divine Immortality Pill.
In the end, he pushed ten catties of Divine Spring to the old man, insisting on giving it and refusing to take it back.
"What? Elder Ma Yun has passed away?" On Clumsy Peak, Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang drank wine and talked about the past when he received this news. No wonder Zhang Wenchang had fallen to such a state.
He sighed deeply. The fate of cultivators was unpredictable—life, death, sickness, and aging could not be stopped by human power. Everyone had such a day, unless one became an immortal. But had the ancient Great Emperors achieved that?
Ye Fan took Zhang Wenchang to wander around Clumsy Peak, letting him familiarize himself with everything there. Then he prepared to leave to find Little Nannan.
"Isn't that Li Xiaoman?" Zhang Wenchang exclaimed in surprise, pointing at a white-clothed woman flying across the sky in the distance.
Ye Fan nodded but said nothing. Li Xiaoman was a disciple of Star Peak, which he naturally knew, but he had no intention of greeting her.
"Junior Sister, that person is your former friend... Ye Fan!"
"That's right, it's the Sacred Body causing such a stir now. Unbelievable—he once stayed at our Grand Mystery Sect, and now he's stirred up such waves."
"Senior Brother Hua is exceptionally talented and loves discussing the Dao with people. This time, he's invited young kings from Central Province and several heavenly prodigies. If he knows the Sacred Body is here, he'll definitely invite him too."
Beside Li Xiaoman, three women spoke one after another. They all stopped, and one said, "I'll go tell Senior Brother Yunfei." With that, one flew off.
Li Xiaoman turned around, looking back at Ye Fan and Zhang Wenchang. She landed on the ground and spoke very calmly, "Long time no see."
Ye Fan smiled and walked over with Zhang Wenchang, arriving at the foot of Star Peak, looking at this woman who was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar.