Chapter 465: Time Is Running Out
The enormous divine island was filled with young people, all elite talents from various great sects, each possessing proud natural endowments. Yet, ever since seeing Holy Son Yao Guang and the Ji Family's Divine King Physique, everyone had consciously chosen to keep a low profile.
Later, upon seeing Golden Wing Little Peng King and Ye Fan, the crowd restrained themselves even further, afraid of being targeted by these two baleful stars.
Golden Wing Little Peng King had always been unruly and untamed. When he turned ruthless, he acknowledged no kin. It was said that he had once killed thirteen members of his own clan in succession—cold-blooded and cruel, possessing an innate demonic nature.
As for Ye Fan, there was no need to mention him. He had killed many disciples of the Holy Lands. Several disciples from Yaoguang and the Ji Family had fallen by his hands, and even the Holy Maiden of Zi Mansion had been violated by him.
Not long ago, he had even slain the Holy Maiden of a supreme great sect from the Central Province. Who would dare to provoke him? The younger generation all gave him a wide berth.
After Feng Huang intervened, Golden Wing Little Peng King gave a cold snort, staring fixedly at Ye Fan. "I'll let you live a few more days!"
"Birdman, if you dare speak to me like that again, I'll kill you right now, no matter where this is!" Ye Fan shot to his feet and advanced, his golden finger nearly touching Little Peng King's nose.
"You dare point at me?!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's eyes shot open. He flipped his right hand and grabbed at Ye Fan's finger, intending to snap it.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan's finger shot out divine light, slashing toward his enemy's hand, trying to sever it. His Sacred Body was initially complete, and his physical form was now unmatched. He wanted to provoke Golden Wing Little Peng King into a rage and make him suffer a great loss.
But when the two clashed, a deafening sound rang out, clanging like a divine drum being struck. Golden Wing Little Peng King staggered back several steps, his palm bright red with flowing blood.
Although he had driven Golden Wing Little Peng King back, Ye Fan was inwardly shocked. His physical body was incredibly powerful—none of his peers dared to clash head-on with it.
Yet Golden Wing Little Peng King had taken it head-on. Though he had suffered a great loss, his palm was not broken. This defied common sense.
The Roc Clan could battle the Dragon Clan, and their physical bodies were indeed unmatched, but they should never have been able to contend with Ye Fan as he was now. This was clearly unusual.
"Boom!"
Between Golden Wing Little Peng King's hands, golden blood flowed, then burned into golden divine light. The injured area quickly healed, and his palm became strong and powerful again, with no trace of damage.
"This is... True Roc Blood!"
"He has undergone the baptism of True Roc Blood!"
The crowd was astonished. In his early years, Old Roc King had explored a ruin and obtained True Roc Blood—an unparalleled sacred relic left by the Roc Clan's ancestors that could help his descendants transform into a Roc Sacred Body.
Old Roc King had used some himself but had kept most of it. Now, seeing the golden blood between his fingers burn into divine flames, everyone understood what had happened.
Hearing their words, Ye Fan paused for a moment, then became very aggressive. He advanced again, pointing at Golden Wing Little Peng King's nose. "If you're not convinced, try again!"
The crowd was stunned. Who was Golden Wing Little Peng King? Who would dare treat him like this? The Doomsday Sacred Body truly had no scruples. In front of all the younger generation, he was coldly rebuking him while pointing at his nose.
"Hum!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King snorted. His palm, as large as a winnowing basket, struck forward, emitting ten thousand golden rays, as if he wanted to shatter Ye Fan's bones and tendons.
"Clang!"
Ye Fan was undaunted. He raised his hand to meet it, his millstone-sized golden palm striking like forging iron, shaking the entire island.
The Sacred Body's physical form was unmatched, comparable to a Saint Lord-rank figure. He sent Golden Wing Little Peng King staggering back more than ten steps, his tiger's mouth completely split open, blood flowing freely.
"Do you think that after baptizing your body with True Roc Blood, you're the best under heaven? Unless you dig up an even older ancestor and obtain Kunpeng True Blood, you can try as much as you like!"
Ye Fan continued to advance, still pointing his right hand at Little Peng King's nose, rebuking him in front of everyone.
This posture was extremely disrespectful, but Ye Fan didn't care. Golden Wing Little Peng King was too arrogant, repeatedly provoking him and threatening to kill him. Doing this was intentional.
The various Holy Sons and Holy Maidens stood to the side, their hearts pounding. Even Golden Wing Little Peng King, with his body baptized by True Roc Blood, was inferior to the Sacred Body in physical form. This completely dashed their hopes. Now, only overwhelming magical power could suppress him.
"Good, good, good!" Golden Wing Little Peng King shouted coldly. "After this matter is settled, I will duel with you and use my supreme magical power to crush you to death!"
Without another word, Ye Fan swung his golden palm and struck. To deal with this unruly madman, one had to be even crazier than him.
Golden Wing Little Peng King's lungs were about to burst. Being rebuked while someone pointed at his nose, and now being slapped with a golden palm—this was an unprecedented experience.
Especially now, in front of all the younger generation, it was unbearable for him!
"Little Leaf is too wicked. He wants to anger Golden Wing Little Peng King and defeat him with physical strength," Li Heishui muttered.
"Serves him right. He always acts like he's the best under heaven, looking down on us every time we meet, thinking himself invincible. He deserves this," said the Big Black Dog.
"Clang!"
Another loud sound rang out. Golden Wing Little Peng King's body shook violently. He let out a long roar, his whole body blazing with golden light. Like a demon god awakening, his golden hair danced wildly as he prepared to battle Ye Fan.
"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Ye Fan stepped forward, his palm transforming into a golden heavenly stele engraved with innate patterns, ready to strike.
"Enough!" Feng Huang walked over and blocked Ye Fan. She was graceful and slender, the phoenix mask on her face emitting five-colored radiance, her whole body sparkling and translucent like a celestial maiden descending to the mortal world.
"Do you have something to say?" Ye Fan asked casually.
"My grandfather's 1,500th birthday is approaching, and you're causing trouble here. What are your intentions?" the Wind Clan princess scolded lightly.
"Didn't you see him constantly provoking me?" Ye Fan glanced at her.
"I only saw you refusing to let him off!" Feng Huang's voice was cold.
"You said it yourself—I have reason on my side. You should be questioning him instead. Why is he provoking and causing trouble before the Wind Clan Saint Lord's birthday?" Ye Fan smiled.
"Hmph!"
Golden Wing Little Peng King's killing intent was fully exposed, but he suppressed his anger and turned to leave. He was afraid he couldn't hold back his outburst. He walked to the other end of the giant island, far away from Ye Fan.
Ye Fan chuckled, brushing past Feng Huang without another word, and began chatting with others.
Feng Huang was taken aback. Seeing his attitude, she couldn't find a reason to lash out. She snorted coldly and turned away, leaving a trail of fragrance.
The Great Xia Prince, Yao Yuekong, Ye Fan, and Li Heishui were talking. Their identities were transcendent, and they feared no one. During their conversation, Ye Fan asked about the White-Robed Little Nun and where the Divine Silkworm had gone.
Xia Yilin wrinkled her nose and sighed. She had seen the Divine Silkworm several times in the Northern Domain, but the little golden creature had completely forgotten her and no longer paid her any attention. Recently, it had even disappeared.
"Is this Brother Ye Fan, the Sacred Body? Truly a talent of this generation. Meeting you today is a great honor." A very refined and handsome man approached, his face pale, wearing a gentle smile.
"You are..." Ye Fan was puzzled.
"My name is Zhao Fa, an insignificant nobody, incomparable to Brother Ye. I'm just bold enough to come and make a friend," Zhao Fa said with a smile.
"Be careful. This guy is no pushover. He's from the Ziwei Sect, with a mysterious heritage. Not a Holy Land, but his disciples are all incredibly powerful!" Yao Yuekong transmitted.
Hearing the word "Ziwei," Ye Fan's heart stirred. He couldn't help but study Zhao Fa a few times. He looked very refined, not like a cultivator.
Li Heishui also transmitted: "I've heard of this guy. He's not a good person—honeyed words and a hidden dagger, likes to strike from the shadows at critical moments. His reputation is terrible. The Ziwei Sect's strength is unknown, but they're as rich as the world, involved in all kinds of businesses."
"Brother Zhao is too polite. Meeting is fate. Why be so formal?" Ye Fan replied with a smile.
Zhao Fa said many things before finally getting to the point. He wanted to buy the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword from Ye Fan at a high price, and also wanted to purchase the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed.
Ye Fan thought for a moment and understood. Everyone knew he didn't have long to live. Zhao Fa wanted to obtain the treasures on him early, to avoid missing the opportunity.
He couldn't help but laugh. "It's not that I won't sell, but that I can't. In a few days, I might sever my own cultivation and use the Qilin Seed to extend my life, becoming an ordinary mortal. As for the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword, I also plan to exchange it for a peerless spiritual medicine, just to prolong my life."
Not only was Zhao Fa shocked, but the other Holy Sons and Holy Maidens also looked over. He was going to sever his own cultivation just to survive? Was this true? This was a major event!
"Brother Ye has encountered such a calamity. It's truly regrettable. I believe you can overcome this trial and will surely shine brilliantly in the future," Zhao Fa said with a smile before turning and leaving.
A moment later, Little Nannan looked up and tugged at Ye Fan's leg. "Big Brother, he's not a good person. Nannan heard him say something vicious just now..."
"Nannan, what did you hear?" Ye Fan was surprised, crouching down. He hadn't expected the little girl's hearing to be so extraordinary.
Little Nannan had heard Zhao Fa conspiring with someone to harm Ye Fan, planning to rob him of his treasures before his death, or if he became a mortal, to strike at him ruthlessly.
Yao Yuekong and the Great Xia Prince were stunned. They hadn't heard anything, but Little Nannan had learned all of this. It was truly shocking.
Little Nannan looked like a porcelain doll, very well-behaved. The White-Robed Little Nun crouched down, picked her up, and seemed very fond of her, giving her a top-grade spiritual fruit.
"Let's deal with him first. How dare he have such ideas!" Li Heishui said fiercely.
Ye Fan smiled. "Don't bother with him for now. Since Ziwei is as rich as the world, I have other plans."
Soon, several Wind Clan disciples walked by. When they passed Ye Fan, their expressions were clearly unfriendly. They couldn't forget the three million catties of Source. Someone muttered softly, "And he still has the nerve to come..."
"Young man, you need to look at the bigger picture. He's inherited the Origin Heavenly Master's legacy. Paying back your three million catties of Source is a piece of cake for him," the Big Black Dog said, glancing at them.
"He's about to lose his life. How can he pay it back?" one of them said rudely. He had once been suppressed by Ye Fan.
Feng Huang's maid was also nearby. "He should hand over the Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword and the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed. That's not even enough to cover the three million catties of Source."
"Alright, since you've said that, I'll have to live on," Ye Fan said with a laugh.
"You... what do you mean?" All the Wind Clan young people were startled and stepped back. The Holy Sons and Holy Maidens also looked over.
"I mean, soon I'll sever my own cultivation and become an ordinary mortal, striving to become an Origin Heavenly Master. Then I'll pay back your Source," Ye Fan said.
Everyone was shocked. They knew that Ye Fan had indeed inherited the Origin Heavenly Master's legacy. Perhaps he was really about to take another path.
Many people breathed a sigh of relief. The Sacred Body truly had little time left. He had reached the point of making a choice. At the same time, they were somewhat surprised. Even if Ye Fan's cultivation was completely abolished, if he became an Origin Heavenly Master, he would still be a guest of honor at every Holy Land.