Chapter 469: Battle Song
Ye Fan laughed and said, "The Ziwei Ancient Star Domain really knows how to do business, selling scraps as rare stones."
"You can't say that. The source stone trade has always been this way—willing buyer, willing seller. Besides, we didn't sell this scrap piece at a very high price," Zhao Fa said with a smile.
"Just as I thought. He only bought it because the stone was cheap. How dare he look down on my Wind Clan like this!"
"How can he do this? It's too much!"
The group of young, aggressive Wind Clan members who had always harbored ill feelings toward Ye Fan were now furious. Many showed disdain, glaring at him with indignation.
Ye Fan ignored these people. With the Wind Clan Saint Lord's birthday approaching, he didn't want to stir up unpleasantness with them. He was just determined to repay their three million jin of source as soon as possible, otherwise he'd always be criticized for it.
He smiled and glanced at Zhao Fa, saying, "The Ziwei Ancient Star Domain knows how to do business, and I deeply admire that. But sometimes, it's these inconspicuous stones that can yield divine objects."
"Then do you dare to cut it open?" a Wind Clan disciple sneered.
Zhao Fa's smile didn't fade as he said, "I've long heard that Brother Ye's source art is astonishing. Why not cut it open on the spot and let us broaden our horizons?"
"I originally intended to give a source stone as a gift, keeping it full of suspense for the Wind Saint Lord to enjoy. Since you all want to see, I'll just cut it open directly."
Ye Fan stepped forward. Without taking out a silver knife, he used his fingers to peel away the stone skin, like a divine blade slicing through tofu, sending stone dust cascading to the ground.
The place was filled with young talents, and when they saw someone cutting stone, they started discussing it, drawing the attention of people from other tables. Soon, many were focused on this spot.
"Chi"
Ye Fan's fingers lightly trembled, and the pitch-black stone material cracked all over. He clearly didn't want to waste time and intended to strip it directly.
"Is there really something rare inside? With how carefree he looks, it probably won't be anything priceless."
"Source art masters are usually extremely careful when cutting stone, but he just shook it off. That's quite unique—not the way you'd treat a treasure."
Ye Fan smiled and asked Zhao Fa, "Brother Zhao, what do you think will come out?"
Many fell silent. Zhao Fa shook his head, not daring to say much. He knew well how formidable Ye Fan's source art was. Since he dared to cut it open, he likely had some confidence.
"Brother Ye, just cut it open and let the facts speak for themselves."
"Pa cha"
Ye Fan tapped lightly, and the black source stone shattered. The stone skin kept falling off, and then a blinding divine radiance shot up into the sky, making many people's eyes water.
"Divine Source!"
"There's Divine Source inside!"
Everyone exclaimed. A scrap piece had yielded rare Divine Source, forcing them to marvel at how a source art master could turn the mundane into the miraculous.
Zhao Fa's face stiffened. He himself had said this was a piece of stone skin left over after the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain had cut out Divine Source. Now someone had cut out a divine object from it, and his face burned as if he'd been slapped.
"He actually cut out Divine Source..." The Wind Clan disciples were also stunned, never expecting such an outcome.
Since there was a divine object, why hadn't Ye Fan cut it out beforehand? Wouldn't giving it that way have been more glorious? They were puzzled.
"A source art master giving source as a gift is nothing special. Giving a rare stone is the mark of quality, worth treasuring," an old man sighed, revealing the reasoning.
"Rustle!"
The stone skin all fell off, and dazzling light shot out, like a golden sun hanging in the sky. Most people couldn't look directly at it.
Divine Source could float in the air, never sinking, brilliant and colorful. This beauty moved everyone's hearts—its value was immense.
All Holy Lands craved Divine Source desperately because it had endless uses, involving legends of immortality. Many great sects spared no effort to collect it.
The strength of a Holy Land was closely tied to how much Divine Source it possessed. Ordinary cultivators couldn't understand all its mysteries, but they knew its peerless value.
"It's worth at least three hundred thousand jin of pure source. This gift is too heavy," someone exclaimed. The piece of Divine Source was about half the size of a human head.
Even gifts from other Saint Lords were no more than this. For Ye Fan, a junior, to give such a generous gift was quite significant.
"No, there's something inside the source. Traces of strange colors are seeping out—both terrifying and sacred!"
People quickly noticed the anomaly. There was something else inside the source, emitting a mysterious aura.
Ye Fan was inwardly surprised. When he had selected the stone, he hadn't noticed anything unusual. He had only thought it was a piece of Divine Source, enough as a birthday gift. He hadn't expected there to be hidden secrets after cutting it open.
A piece shaped like a broken dragon horn, only two inches long, flowed with golden light and flickered with strange colors, emitting a terrifying fluctuation while also exuding an extremely sacred and mysterious aura.
"A divine object! It contains a treasure!"
"Is that... a dragon horn?"
Many exclaimed. They felt an overwhelming pressure seeping out in wisps, making them want to kneel.
Nearby, the Holy Sons and Holy Maidens were speechless, feeling that Li Heishui was too malicious. Was he deliberately trying to spite the Wind Clan's pearl by dragging her younger brother into this?
"Brother Ye, are you really going to sever your own cultivation?" the Holy Son of Zi Mansion suddenly spoke. His expression was calm, but Ye Fan knew this person held no goodwill toward him.
Because he had once suppressed the Holy Maiden of Zi Mansion. In the Divine City, there were many rumors that the Innate Saint Body Dao Fetus might appear, something the Holy Son of Zi Mansion held a grudge over.
"That's right. I have to make a decision within half a month. Time waits for no one. My life is short—I have no time left," Ye Fan nodded.
Many people harbored ulterior motives. Even if Ye Fan severed his cultivation and became a mortal, he still had great value. Judging from the rare stone he had just given, it was worth the major sects trying hard to win him over.
"You short-lived ghost, it seems you don't have many days left. Severing your cultivation won't change much." Golden Wing Little Peng King strode over, his eyes wild and cold, his imposing body flowing with divine radiance. He pressed down like a mountain, saying, "Since you don't have many days left, I'll strike early. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't get a chance to kill you!"
"Are you in such a hurry to die?" Ye Fan said coldly.
"In this era, people like you are no longer fit to cultivate. Even the heavens want to destroy you with the Great Dao. I'll act on behalf of the heavens and send you on your way!" Golden Wing Little Peng King was extremely arrogant, his golden pupils filled with icy killing intent.
"Have you forgotten how I broke your bones last time?" Ye Fan sneered.
"Last time, I had my hands tied. This time, I'll crush you like a stinking bug and drain every last drop of your blood!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's voice was deep and forceful, overwhelmingly domineering.
"It seems this battle between us is unavoidable. Let's leave the Eight Hundred Divine Islands and not cause trouble for the Wind Clan Saint Lord's birthday!" Ye Fan stood up.
"Just what I wanted. I can't wait to tear you apart!" Golden Wing Little Peng King's wild nature showed, his golden pupils as terrifying as knives. "I'll strip every inch of your flesh and break every bone in your body!"