Chapter 597: Overbearing
The ancestral graves of the Yin Yang Sect had been dug up, robbed by a thief. This joke was far too big, shocking countless people and causing many to twitch their mouths in disbelief.
When Wang Yangzhan received the news, he overturned his table, slapped a piece of an ancient hall into ruins with one palm, his hair standing on end and white smoke spewing from his nostrils.
Which thief had done this? It was simply too malicious. They had seen vicious and evil people, but never anyone so lacking in virtue—digging graves and robbing tombs, defiling ancestral burial grounds. Who could endure this?
"It must be that fatty!" The Yin Yang Sect Master immediately thought of Duan De and recalled all the events of that day.
He nearly went mad. He had originally thought that fatty Duan was just spouting nonsense and talking rubbish, never imagining that this character was such an extreme piece of work, actually following through on his words.
Outside, there was an uproar. Many people came out of curiosity to view the Yin Yang Sect's cemetery, infuriating so many of the sect's eminent elders that they almost killed people.
"Don't get angry, we'll just take a look and leave!"
"Scram!"
"You're this old, anger harms the body. Don't lose your temper."
"Scram!"
"This brother is truly a capable man. Look at that grave tunnel, it embodies the divine rhythm of the Great Dao, extraordinary in bearing."
"Scram!"
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In front of the Yin Yang Sect's ancient cemetery, people came every day out of curiosity. The tomb guards cursed and grumbled, endlessly annoyed, almost developing a manic disorder.
Many people were quite mean, pointing and gossiping, saying nothing but sarcastic remarks.
"Who did this? It's a bit too much. How can the Yin Yang Sect bear this? If you're going to steal, steal from the living. Robbing the belongings of their ancestors..."
Many were speechless, unable to imagine which deity had done this, their style of action leaving people dizzy.
Of course, even more people were secretly laughing. Such an extreme character was indeed so lacking in virtue that it was almost endearing.
Three days later, news came again: the Xiao Family's ancestral graves had also been dug up, causing several Great Powers to fly into a rage and hunt down anyone who liked digging holes throughout the world.
"The Yin Yang Sect is still more composed. Although they were robbed, they didn't lose their composure like this."
"You're speaking from a position of comfort. This thief is too infuriating—he left words behind before leaving."
People were surprised to learn a fact: the thief had carved a line of text in front of the opened grave: "Stingy, not even a decent burial item. Far inferior to the Yin Yang Sect."
As soon as this sentence spread, not only did the Xiao family go mad, but the Yin Yang Sect couldn't take it either. They hunted him throughout the world, wanting to drag out fatty Duan.
"It's definitely that damn fatty!"
A group of people with aching teeth, burning lungs, and sour stomachs clicked their tongues and cursed, but there was no solution. They couldn't find the person, couldn't make a move.
To be honest, their hatred for fatty Duan was skyrocketing, almost putting him on par with Ye Fan.
Damn it, they had never seen revenge like this. This was the inner thought of people with itchy teeth, wanting to skin him alive.
Indeed, all of this was done by fatty Duan. He said what he meant and did it without any hesitation.
This was his nature. He was never one to suffer a loss. Moreover, he never let revenge wait overnight; there was no such saying as "a gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late."
He had even visited the Dao arena of the Ruthless Person, lost nine lives, and dug out the Devouring Demon Jar. What ancient tomb didn't he dare to rob? In fatty Duan's own words, entering the Xiao family's ancestral graves was as easy as walking on flat ground, nothing at all.
Thinking of everything that had happened recently, people felt that the Yin Yang Sect had suffered eight generations of bad luck, encountering two extreme characters. One stole graves and robbed tombs, dealing with the old; the other was even more ruthless, vowing to kill their young.
"The grave-digging master has already calmed down, probably vented his anger. That monster from the Eastern Wasteland definitely won't let things go easily."
"He's bold and reckless, going head-to-head with the Yin Yang Sect. Who knows what kind of storm will come."
The grudge between Ye Fan and the Yin Yang Sect had long spread to the Central Province. It could never be resolved peacefully. He had killed many of their people, not to mention the Holy Son and Holy Maiden, but even the Vice Sect Master had died in the Ten Thousand Dragon Nest.
This was an irreconcilable conflict, a fight to the death. Especially since Ye Fan was a Sacred Body. The Yin Yang Sect couldn't allow him to grow up; otherwise, in the future, he would crush them until they couldn't breathe.
Ye Fan had left the Immortal Mansion World. Using a different face, he had entered Lu City and seen the Xiao family re-establish themselves. Then, he had gone to the Desolate Cottage and seen many suspicious people, clearly waiting for him to appear.
He was not afraid. Mastering the Stride Art, he could go anywhere in the world. Few knew how fast he truly was—this was one of his biggest trump cards.
The Desolate Cottage was where a Great Emperor had lived in seclusion in his later years, most likely the Grand Emperor. Ye Fan had already obtained the Dragon Transformation chapter of the ancient scripture, so he didn't care much about it anymore.
He hadn't gone far. He went into seclusion on a sheer cliff two thousand miles from the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, eating pine nuts when hungry and drinking mountain springs when thirsty. It was quite pleasant.
"The jade pieces are broken..." Ye Fan rubbed his chin. These were the array patterns carved for him by Black Emperor, capable of isolating the heavenly secrets.
Back then, the two ancient assassin dynasties, Mortal World and Hell, had besieged him because they had a Heavenly Fate Diviner who could deduce his location.
Not long ago, when he was crossing his tribulation, three of the jade pieces had shattered. He had been so absorbed in enlightenment that he forgot to put them away, only managing to protect six.
Ye Fan pondered whether someone might deduce his location from this. If there was such an expert, it would likely mean trouble.
"These days, I enlighten daily. Sitting in meditation like this is no longer useful. If they come looking for me, I'll fight them head-on. It's just the training I need!"
Another half month passed. A gentle breeze blew, the pine trees rustled on the cliff, and the spring babbled. Ye Fan sat cross-legged under an ancient pine tree, his mind empty and spiritual.
These days, he silently comprehended the Grand Emperor Scripture, experiencing its profound depth. It tempered the great dragon of the human body, possessing the wonder of many heavenly creations.
"No wonder the Imperial Dao Dragon Qi of Great Xia is unmatched in attack power. It's closely related to the Dragon Transformation chapter. This is a very key part of the source of power!"
When the great dragon of the human body revived and operated in conjunction with the Imperial Dao Dragon Qi, it would produce a shocking, heaven-and-earth-moving killing power. Ye Fan carefully studied it. Although he only had the mental method for this one secret realm and lacked those attacking sacred arts, it was enough.
Because he had the Battle Saint Art. This secret could be continuously evolved without end. As long as he could comprehend, he could keep approaching the origin of battle.
Now, with the Dragon Transformation volume of the Grand Emperor Scripture in hand, combined with it, his power would be even greater, and his attack power would increase, because both focused on offense!
"The great dragon of the human body revives, nine nirvanas, one leap to gaze upon immortality..."
The Dragon Transformation secret realm was quite extraordinary. Every time Ye Fan entered meditation, he would sit motionless for several days, often wandering beyond the void.
Indeed, this secret realm was very marvelous. His divine thought transformed into a golden little man, riding the great dragon of the human body into the vast sky, then looking down at the earth, roaring past, seeing many strange lights and colors.
"Are those souls wandering between heaven and earth?" His divine consciousness, riding the great dragon through the sky, was filled with doubt and uncertainty.
"Swish"
Suddenly, a dragon's roar shook the heavens. The great dragon dove down, entering his spine, and then a golden little man sat into his brow. Ye Fan felt a warning sign, woke up, and opened his eyes with a swish.
On a distant mountain, a figure appeared silently, standing with hands behind his back, scanning the entire mountain range with powerful divine thought, spreading over every inch of space.
"A Great Power!"
Ye Fan was shocked. He had seen this person before—a top figure from the Yin Yang Sect. He had actually found this place and discovered his trail.
"You little beast, where do you think you're going!"
Soon, this terrifyingly powerful Great Power discovered him. With a wave of his large sleeve, it came down with a whoosh.
Ye Fan teleported a thousand zhang away, leaving an afterimage on the cliff, appearing on another mountain peak.
"Whoosh"
The sleeve covered the sky, instantly taking the thousand-zhang cliff into the sleeve, while several adjacent peaks collapsed.
Ye Fan's expression changed. The Dao techniques of a Great Power were truly terrifying. Once their power was unleashed, it swept heaven and earth, easily suppressing and refining all things in the world.
"Junior, do you still think you can escape?" This Great Power took one step, and the laws of heaven and earth resonated. Various Dao patterns interwove, forming a golden avenue that spread toward Ye Fan—the Great Dao Heaven-Penetrating Art!
"Swish"
He arrived like a streak of light in an instant. His five fingers spread wide, and five thick black lines shot out, evolving in the void into a dark, shimmering cage that fell down.
"This is the Dao conduct of a Great Power. His physical body is inferior to mine, but his power is overwhelming. By evolving the laws, he can refine me."
Ye Fan's pupils flickered. If not for the Stride Art, he would never have been able to escape. His footwork was dreamlike, and he teleported another several thousand zhang away.
"How did you find me?"
"Do you really think you can escape? From now on, there will be no place for you in this world. We have invited the high disciple of the Heavenly Fate Diviner. No matter where you flee, it can be deduced!"
Ye Fan was startled. So it was because three of the jade pieces Black Emperor had given him were broken, unable to cut off the heavenly secrets. Thinking of this, he turned and left without delay.
Suddenly, another large hand reached out, larger than a mountain, flying out from the desolate mountain range, transforming into a Five Elements Mountain, pressing down fiercely.
"Another Great Power!"
Ye Fan's heart jumped. His footwork was complex, and he flew away from under the Five Elements Mountain like a meteor, escaping.
"The Xiao family has also come!"
Two Great Powers and over a dozen Supreme Elder-level existences appeared from all directions, surrounding him.
"If you hunt me once, I'll destroy one of your outposts!" Ye Fan left behind such a sentence, charging left and right, narrowly escaping disaster several times, but ultimately disappearing into the blue sky.
"His footwork..."
The two Great Powers retracted their killing intent, both showing a hint of gravity.
That very day, news spread that Ye Fan had raided a Xiao family fief, slapping three Dragon Transformation Eighth Change experts to death with one palm.
Two hours later, he broke into an ancient city of the Yin Yang Sect, killed the Dragon Transformation Ninth Change city lord, and swaggered away.
The Central Province was different from the Eastern Wasteland. The various sects built cities to nurture dragon qi, making them cultivation pure lands. Thus, the major powers controlled ancient cities rather than choosing spiritual mountains and rivers.
"The monster from the Eastern Wasteland has made his move. Truly extraordinary!"
"Two Great Powers went to hunt him but couldn't catch him. He turned around and wiped out several experts from two major forces."
In the following half month, the Yin Yang Sect and the Xiao family, with two Great Powers, four Half-Step Great Powers, and eight Supreme Elders, continuously hunted Ye Fan a total of five times.
The result was that he escaped every time, and they couldn't suppress him. Only once did they injure Ye Fan, making him spit out a mouthful of blood.
Then, Ye Fan launched a fierce counterattack, uprooting five cities of the Yin Yang Sect, turning them into scorched earth, killing five Dragon Transformation Ninth Heaven experts.
Similarly, five Xiao family fiefs were razed to the ground, not a blade of grass left, nothing remaining.
"Hiss!"
When the news spread, many people sucked in cold air, feeling that Ye Fan had truly come into his own. It was very possible that he would fight all the way to the Saint Lord level, walking the path to great accomplishment!
Remember, this was a Sacred Body—the only one to break the curse after the Primordial Era. If he became an enemy of the world and fought all the way, he might indeed surpass the Saint Lord, leap over the Divine King, and achieve the Great Accomplishment Sacred Body.
After being hunted by Great Powers many times, Ye Fan gradually realized that the remaining six jade pieces Black Emperor had given him still had an effect. The other side couldn't pinpoint him precisely, each time searching within a range of two thousand miles.
"The Sacred Body can't live much longer. With the high disciple of the Heavenly Fate Diviner deducing, our sect's Great Powers have personally set out to hunt him. He has no way to heaven and no door to earth!"
The Yin Yang Sect's Holy Son led eighteen young men out of the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, participating in the siege against Ye Fan.
This Holy Son was, of course, newly selected. To save face, the Yin Yang Sect had forcefully used Dragon Marrow to raise his cultivation to the Dragon Transformation Fourth Change.
Remember, a Holy Son-level figure reaching this realm was quite terrifying, because they could cross several small realms to fight against those above them.
The Yin Yang Holy Son had gathered a group of people in the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, all outstanding talents of their regions. Learning that Ye Fan was near the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion, they went together to surround and kill him.
With eighteen young experts following, and the Yin Yang Sect's Great Powers appearing in this area, he believed he could hunt Ye Fan like a dog, boosting his own prestige.
Indeed, not to mention those Great Powers, just he and these eighteen young talents from the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion could definitely kill any peer of their generation.
The mountain range was desolate, the vegetation sparse, and wild beasts roared. This place was four thousand miles from the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion. The experts of the Yin Yang Sect and the Xiao family were searching.
The Yin Yang Holy Son and those eighteen young talents also arrived. These were all Holy Son-level figures, each with extraordinary strength.
On a distant sheer cliff, Ye Fan's eyes were like lightning. Seeing their lip movements, he learned everything, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
"Swish"
He flickered, leaping through the air, landing on a mountain peak, blocking their path.
"Ye Fan, Ye Zhetian!" someone shouted.
"Are you here to kill me?" Ye Fan looked down from above, his expression cold.
"That's right, we're here to kill you, hunting you like a dog!" the Yin Yang Holy Son shouted. He didn't believe that Ye Fan could single-handedly fight eighteen outstanding talents from the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion.
He believed that with eighteen Holy Son-level prodigies joining forces, no one of the same generation could stop them. After all, there were even monster-level existences among them.
"You've really gathered quite a few people!" Ye Fan didn't seem to care.
"Everyone, attack together! Kill him! He has the Primordial Mother Qi Root!" The Yin Yang Holy Son's eyes were sinister. He believed that as long as he killed Ye Fan, his position as Holy Son would be secure.
"You think you can kill me?" Ye Fan's gaze flickered. He stepped down in one stride, his large foot shattering the void.
"Boom"
The Yin Yang Holy Son shot up into the sky, spitting out a series of ancient treasures. However, he found that a Dao aura had locked onto him. Before the others could help, Ye Fan was already upon him.
"Bang!"
Ye Fan stomped down with his foot, incredibly solid, the force penetrating the void. He shattered several ancient treasures, broke through, and snapped both of the Yin Yang Holy Son's arms.
He descended from the sky, crushing six magical artifacts, breaking a piece of law, and stamped on the Yin Yang Holy Son's chest. With one foot, he kicked him down from the sky to the ground, overwhelmingly domineering, stepping on him into the earth.
"Pfft"
The Yin Yang Holy Son coughed blood, almost unable to believe it all. A large foot had stepped on him from the sky all the way to the ground. What kind of overbearingness was this? But it didn't belong to him!