Chapter 631: Meeting an Old Friend
“Who are you?” The Yin Yang Holy Son’s face was ugly, dark as water. This was a wound for the Yin Yang Sect, and he hated others speaking this way.
Beside him, the other Holy Sons and Holy Maidens also looked over, their expressions unfriendly as they stared at Ye Fan together.
“Just a passerby. What, are you going to destroy my sect too?” Ye Fan said with a smile.
“No need to guess. You’re standing up for those people, putting on such an attitude, completely disregarding us. Truly arrogant.” The Yin Yang Holy Son said coldly, dragging Wang Teng and the others into it, trying to unite them in shared hatred.
Nearby, Ji Ziyue’s big eyes fluttered, staring at Ye Fan suspiciously. She wrinkled her delicate nose slightly, carefully observing his every move.
More than two years had passed, and she hadn’t changed at all. Just like back then, her big eyes were like black gems, very lively, with long eyelashes and a pair of small dimples on her face, giving her a playful and cute look.
On her other side, Ji Haoyue had black hair draped over his shoulders, sword-like brows slanting into his temples, tiger-like eyes full of spirit, a heroic and majestic bearing. His Divine King aura was even stronger now. He had concealed his cultivation with a secret treasure, making it unfathomable.
If anything surprised Ye Fan the most, it was Pang Bo. He had actually reached the Eighth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm, just like Ye Fan. Ye Fan had no idea how he had cultivated so quickly, not a bit slower than himself.
Pang Bo was naturally burly, a head or two taller than others, with a magnificent and sturdy build, thick eyebrows and big eyes. One of his arms was as thick as another person’s leg, strong and powerful—truly a natural marvel.
“How did you advance so fast? You haven’t gone into qi deviation, have you?” Ye Fan couldn’t help but secretly transmit his voice.
“Ye Zi, it’s you…” Pang Bo was overjoyed and replied in secret.
Now, Ye Fan looked about seventeen or eighteen, delicate and spirited, like an otherworldly banished immortal. Having consumed a sacred medicine, he always maintained a youthful appearance.
Fortunately, he no longer looked like he was fifteen or sixteen as before. He had finally grown a bit older, showing the influence of the sacred medicine.
When Ye Fan entered Qin City, he had naturally concealed his true appearance to avoid trouble. He transmitted, “How did you advance so fast?”
Pang Bo was ecstatic, but his face remained calm, showing no emotion. He howled secretly, “For the sake of cultivation, I went all out. In the past two years, I ate a big piece of a coffin board.”
Hearing this, Ye Fan’s jaw nearly dropped. He hadn’t expected Pang Bo to still be so fierce, doing whatever he thought of without any taboos.
Ye Fan had snatched half of the Immortal Emperor’s coffin and, after bringing it out, had given it all to Pang Bo, because he himself had the Bodhi seed and didn’t need it.
Pang Bo had given a piece to Li Heishui. As for the rest, besides sitting on it for meditation, he had actually swallowed a piece over the past two years and completely refined it.
“You’re really something…” Ye Fan could only say this. But after thinking it over, he wasn’t worried, because this was definitely a treasure and certainly edible.
In the ancient times before, the Immortal Emperor was revered by all races as a being surpassing the gods, unparalleled through the ages. He had felled the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree and forged it into a coffin. This was all the grandeur of a deity, something only he had done in history.
What was the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree? It was an immortal tree, the rarest spiritual root between heaven and earth. Its leaves could be used to comprehend the Dao, bearing the imprints of the Great Dao, let alone its trunk!
“Damn it, I’m suffering the consequences. I ate a piece of coffin board, and I’ve been struck by lightning quite a few times in the past two years!” Pang Bo fumed.
Ye Fan was almost speechless. His brother was too fierce, actually drawing a heavenly tribulation. This fully demonstrated the wonder of the Enlightenment Ancient Tea Tree, containing many fragments of the Great Dao within.
“As long as your cultivation can advance, that’s fine.”
“Exactly, that’s what I think too. I’ve saved a big piece for you. We’ll eat it together then.” Pang Bo laughed.
“Forget it, I don’t need it. You… eat the rest too.” Ye Fan wanted to laugh but couldn’t.
“Last time, that Old Blind Man scolded me bloody, saying I was wasting a heavenly treasure. He said how could I eat such an immortal tree? It could be passed down and flourish a great sect.” Pang Bo said.
The Old Blind Man, carrying the Devouring Demon Jar, had visited the Extraordinary Scholars Mansion a few times to back up the little bandit, which made Wang Chong and the others wary and dare not truly make a move.
“What are you spacing out for? Scared silly?” Someone nearby mocked, seeing that Ye Fan hadn’t responded for a long time, not knowing what he was thinking.
“I don’t want to make things difficult for you. Come over, bow in apology, and I’ll let it go.” Wang Chong spoke.
“Little brat, go somewhere cool and stay there.” Ye Fan stopped transmitting with Pang Bo and walked alone toward the dozen or so Holy Son-level figures.
“You’re too arrogant. Do you know who these people are? Do you not put any of us present in your eyes?” The Yin Yang Holy Son fanned the flames, hoping Wang Chong and the others would attack together.
“The Yin Yang Sect really never learns. Always picking Holy Sons. Isn’t the joke already big enough? Do you want to elect a fourth one?” Ye Fan said very casually.
“You… deserve to die!” The Yin Yang Holy Son’s face darkened. “That Sacred Body won’t live long. He can’t hide like a turtle forever, afraid to come out.”
“Changing back and forth is such a hassle. I think your Yin Yang Sect doesn’t need a Holy Son.” Ye Fan said, then in one step he was right in front, reaching out a large hand and striking down.
Everyone was startled. He moved as if entering an empty land, impossible to guard against, too fast. A crystalline palm fell like jade.
The Yin Yang Holy Son had no way to avoid it and raised both hands to meet the attack. In the air, the translucent palm and fingers flowed with Dao patterns, runes flickering—the power of the Dao.
A soft sound rang out. The Holy Son’s hands shattered like paper, breaking inch by inch. Then his whole body collapsed. The large hand in the air came down, and he had no strength to resist.
“Pfft”
The Yin Yang Holy Son couldn’t even let out a scream. His head was split open, and his body was crushed into a pulp by the palm. He died on the spot.
Everyone was shocked. This was a Holy Son-level figure, yet he had been killed so easily. Who was this person? He was too terrifying!
“You…” Wang Chong’s face changed greatly. He had just been about to make a move, but the other party had already killed someone, too fast.
“Who are you?” Ji Haoyue asked, staring at Ye Fan.
“I’m an old friend of your sister’s.” Ye Fan said, then looked at Ji Ziyue and winked.
Ji Ziyue’s big eyes flickered. She stared at Ye Fan for a long time, then suddenly exclaimed, “It’s you, Little Leaf!”
“Bingo, but no prize.” Ye Fan laughed.
“Little Leaf, you’ve grown up!” Ji Ziyue jumped over, grabbed Ye Fan’s ear, and pulled it, laughing happily.
“Hey, let go, let go. I’m not a little kid anymore. Don’t pull my ear.” Ye Fan protested.
“You’re still a little kid. You’ll always be a little kid in front of me.” Ji Ziyue giggled, her big eyes curved like crescent moons, very happy.
“Ziyue, don’t be rude.” Ji Haoyue frowned. He had already recognized Ye Fan. Seeing his sister so close to him, he felt a bit displeased and wanted to pull Ye Fan aside, so he strode over.
“You’re the one pulling my ear, sister. I didn’t hurt her. Tell her to let go quickly.” Ye Fan spoke first.
“Take your hand off my sister’s nose.” Ji Haoyue said with a dark face.
“Ji Haoyue, I saved your life. Be a bit more polite to your benefactor.” Ye Fan muttered.
“That’s a different matter.” Ji Haoyue was usually very wise, but now the veins on his forehead were bulging.
Ji Ziyue’s big eyes curved into crescent moons as she laughed nonstop. She tugged Ye Fan’s ear a couple of times, then lightly floated away.
Pang Bo, Li Heishui, and the others also laughed, snickering maliciously. Only Ji Haoyue and Ye Fan glared at each other.
Before long, they crossed the void and entered the depths of the Qinling Mountains, arriving at a stretch of stone forest. There was a dried-up lake here. On a huge rock, they saw the imprint of a monk, and on the other side, the pattern of an old man riding a green ox.
“If I’m not mistaken, this should be Shakyamuni. The other one riding a green ox westward should be Laozi. Purple Qi from the East—even the stone wall has purple qi!” Ye Fan was moved.
“This…” Pang Bo was shaken. Only he and Ye Fan knew what these two names meant.
The ancient people from 2,500 years ago had actually appeared at this end of the stars. Where were they going along the Stellar Ancient Path?
“Laozi left through the Hangu Pass and disappeared from ancient China. I never thought he would pass through here…” Pang Bo found it hard to believe. Laozi’s “westward journey” was truly too far!
“Could this place be the Immortal Transformation Pool?” Ye Fan muttered to himself.