Chapter 466: Murderous Intent
"I truly cannot believe Brother Ye would sever his own cultivation. When a person stands at the pinnacle, they would rather die than fall back to mediocrity just to survive." Holy Son Yao Guang smiled, his teeth white, his skin flowing with golden light, even his hair strands turning gold, as if draped in a divine robe.
Ye Fan's heart skipped a beat. He finally saw the sharp edge of Holy Son Yao Guang's blade. This was the first time he had launched an offensive, though not very obvious, it planted a lethal killing move.
Ye Fan had spoken of severing his own cultivation, but the other party countered with such words, leaving an impression in everyone's hearts. In the future, it would surely lead others to test him.
Sometimes, the lethality of a single word was more effective and terrifying than an actual battle. With a casual remark, Holy Son Yao Guang had already sown a seed in everyone's minds.
"Personal states of mind differ, and choices differ as well. I don't have your grand ambitions, so naturally I can let go. I only hope to survive." Ye Fan smiled.
"Brother Ye has great boldness. You are the first Sacred Body in over a hundred thousand years to break the curse. How could you willingly give up? I wish Brother Ye success in overcoming this deadly trial." Holy Son Yao Guang's smile was radiant, his entire being radiating divine brilliance.
Ye Fan sighed, "Your path ahead is the supreme Imperial Road, while mine is a dead end of life. Here, I wish you a smooth journey."
The path taken by the ancient Great Emperors could never be smooth. They had to battle all kings, sweep through the world's heroes, and ascend the peak alone to rule over the realm.
When Ye Fan spoke these words, the various Holy Sons and Holy Maidens showed no reaction, but who knew what they truly thought?
Holy Son Yao Guang was unperturbed. His hair strands shimmered with golden radiance, as if a deity had been reborn. He smiled faintly and said no more.
"He definitely won't survive. Even if he severs his cultivation, he won't make it through this trial. That would be even more tragic." A young man from the Wind Clan muttered softly.
"Exactly. If he takes the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed, it would only be wasted, utterly useless. He might as well return it to our Wind Clan to settle his debt!" Another Wind Clan disciple also expressed dissatisfaction.
Feng Huang's maidservant, with a face like a flower and a moon-like beauty, was not of lower status than ordinary Wind Clan members. In the Northern Domain's Divine City, she had been humiliated by Ye Fan and had held a grudge against him ever since.
Now, she naturally spoke up, sneering, "The Sacred Body's fame shakes the world. Who doesn't know him now? I wonder what birthday gift you've prepared for our clan's Sacred Lord. He has always favored divine treasures. Are you planning to offer the Sacred Sword and the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed?"
Ye Fan glanced at her, "Just a servant. Is this a place for you to speak?"
"You..." The woman trembled with anger. As the maidservant of the Wind Clan's princess, even the direct descendants of the Wind Clan treated her with courtesy. No one had ever dared speak to her like this.
"Don't know your place. Go where you belong. You're merely a maidservant, yet you dare to order me around? What I give is something a servant like you can dictate?" Ye Fan scolded coldly.
"You... how dare you!" As someone close to the Wind Clan's princess, she had always looked down on others.
Zhao Fa's face darkened. Not daring to say more, he turned and left.
Little Nannan's big eyes, clear and bright, focused on a direction as she listened intently. Then she tugged at Ye Fan's arm and whispered, "Big brother, he said he'll make you pay. Soon, he'll trample you underfoot."
"This Zhao guy is two-faced, honey-tongued and sword-hearted. Just like the legends say. He deserves to be torn to pieces!" Li Heishui's face darkened.
"Be careful," Yao Yuekong warned.
The Wind Clan Sacred Lord's birthday feast had not yet arrived, but Ye Fan had to consider what to give. Enlightenment Tea was definitely out of the question—it was too significant.
Divine Spring, Sacred Fruits, and the like were even more unthinkable. Bringing them out would immediately make people realize he had entered the Ancient Forbidden Land and successfully repaired his Dao wounds.
After gathering for a while, he left with Li Heishui and Little Nannan, planning to visit the neighboring ancient city, "Purple Heavenly Capital," to prepare some birthday gifts.
The White-Robed Little Nun liked Little Nannan very much. When they left, she gave her a bracelet carved with smiling divine Buddhas holding flowers, lifelike and vivid.
The Wind Clan's eight hundred divine islands faded into the distance. Ye Fan and the others flew for several hundred li when suddenly someone sneered and blocked their path.
Feng Huang's maidservant appeared, a cold smile on her face. She gritted her teeth, "Do you think you can still leave?"
Behind her stood an old man, dressed as a servant, but his strength was unfathomable. One glance told he was a super expert.
"Do you have any other business? Did Feng Huang send you? What does she mean?" Ye Fan asked.
"Without the three million jin of Source provided by the Wind Clan, you'd be nothing but trash. Yet you repeatedly disrespect me. Don't forget where you are!" Feng Huang's maidservant's face grew colder. "Today, you're not going anywhere!"
"Such big talk. You're just a maidservant of Feng Huang, yet you dare to ambush me here. Do you know what this means? Did Feng Huang send you?" Ye Fan looked at her calmly.
The woman raised her head, arrogant and proud, her voice icy. "You're not leaving today. Under pressure from the Divine King, we won't kill you, but we can still skin you alive. It's time to take back your Dragon-Pattern Blackgold Holy Spirit Sword and the Qilin Divine Medicine Seed. I'll offer them to the Sacred Lord on your behalf to repay your debt!"
"This is the first time I've seen such an arrogant servant, daring to act like this. Truly unique," Ye Fan said.
Feng Huang's maidservant seemed to despise being called a servant. She shrieked, "Even the princess has never scolded me, yet you dare to be rude to me repeatedly. Prepare to die. Uncle Yi, seize him and break every bone in his body!"
"Fine!"
The green-robed old man nodded and lunged forward. His hair was gray, his frame gaunt, and from his fingers shot blades of wind-like sharpness.
"Dragon Transformation Seventh Transformation!" Li Heishui was shocked. They couldn't contend with such a figure—the gap in cultivation was too vast.
The old servant reached out a large hand, grabbing at Ye Fan with a sinister smile, looking as if he had them completely under control.
"You're just an old servant under Feng Huang. Aren't you afraid the Wind Clan will punish you for this?" Ye Fan retreated, shouting loudly.
"The young lady won't blame me. You've gone too far and already displeased her." The green-robed old servant's face was cold. His hand descended, revealing countless innate patterns that wove together into a terrifying black cage. With a look of contempt, he tried to capture Ye Fan.
"You two lackeys are pushing too far!" Ye Fan's face darkened. He dodged quickly and turned to Black Emperor, saying, "Seal them!"