Chapter 696: Phoenix Blood Bathing the Body
Eight Scenery Palace—this place actually exists? Ye Fan's heart was filled with shock and astonishment, and for a moment, he was truly stunned.
"Is the master of Xuan Du Cave Laozi?" He couldn't help himself and asked impatiently.
The boy attendant did not respond, his expression very unfriendly. Although he had rosy lips and white teeth and looked only seven or eight years old, he carried himself with great authority. "Why did you damage my sacred land?"
Although Ye Fan knew that Laozi was a powerful cultivator, he had never imagined that a place like Eight Scenery Palace truly existed—it was too astonishing.
Laozi was a man from two thousand five hundred years ago, like Ye Fan, from the other end of the stars. In Ye Fan's previous understanding, he was an ancient man of great wisdom.
In the past, he had never thought that Laozi was a cultivator.
Later, when he came to the other shore of the stars and entered the Big Dipper Star Domain, experiencing all kinds of things, he overturned his previous understanding, but he still didn't have many thoughts about it.
Now, hearing that Xuan Du Cave actually existed on this ancient star, his heart was truly shaken.
Laozi's Eight Scenery Palace, Shakyamuni's Great Thunderclap Monastery—these were almost equivalent, both challenging his worldview, forcing him to be shocked.
"Why did you crash into my mountain gate and destroy my spiritual land?" The boy attendant pressed on relentlessly, interrogating Ye Fan.
Ye Fan performed a Daoist salute and apologized to him, saying, "I meant no offense; I accidentally fell here."
He was very polite to the boy attendant, wanting to enter and meet Laozi. This sage of ancient China had left behind endless mysteries, appearing in the Big Dipper Star Domain and leaving traces in this world as well.
At this moment, suddenly falling before the cave dwelling of the Old Lord, Ye Fan's excitement was beyond words, and he wished to see him immediately.
The boy attendant looked as if he had seen a ghost, showing an expression of disbelief. "Who do you want to see?"
"I want to pay respects to the Old Lord," Ye Fan said seriously.
"Where are you from? Did you fall from the sky, or have you been out of the world for a thousand years?" The boy attendant's expression was strange.
Ye Fan knew there must be some misunderstanding; otherwise, the other party wouldn't act like this.
The boy attendant was very dismissive. "Judging by your appearance, you haven't seen the world. Asking such a question—did you just crawl out of some cave?"
"What do you mean?" Ye Fan asked calmly.
"If you're looking for Laozi, there is none. The current master of Eight Scenery Palace is my master—Yin Tiande!"
"What are you saying?" Ye Fan was stunned. Today, many unbelievable things had happened. First, he personally arrived at the legendary Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, then heard about Laozi's Xuan Du Cave, and now learned that this place had another master.
"You mountain savage, you damaged my master's immortal gate and still ask questions here—so rude." The boy attendant had no good words.
Ye Fan had drifted alone in the dark universe for seven years, passing through ancient domains like the Great Yin Mist. His clothes were already tattered, and he had never changed them. He didn't expect to be looked down upon for this, called a mountain savage.
"Where did Laozi go? Who is Yin Tiande, and how did he become the master here?" He had too many questions in his heart.
"How dare you! With an unknown origin, you interrogate me instead. Damaging my mountain gate and startling my spiritual land—what crime should you bear?" The boy attendant's face darkened.
Ye Fan felt a wave of disgust. He didn't expect a mere boy attendant to put on airs with him, and his expression immediately turned cold.
"You're just a savage. You damaged my master's immortal gate and still dare to show a bad face here?" The boy attendant sneered, somewhat arrogantly. "Don't you see where this is? This is not a place for someone like you!"
Although he looked very young, he had no simplicity about him. He was very aggressive and overbearing, and suddenly reached out a hand, grabbing forward.
It was originally a warm, fair little hand, but suddenly it flashed with green light, growing some fine scales, turning into over ten zhang long, enormous and boundless, pressing down, with sharp and cold nails.
"I thought you were a young child, but you're actually an old demon. No wonder you're so arrogant." Ye Fan snorted coldly, standing still without moving half a step, raising his hand to meet it.
Now, his cultivation had reached the second level of the Immortal Platform, and he was not afraid even of a top Saint Lord. How could he be bullied by a boy attendant? He struck back.
"Bang"
Ye Fan's palm, as if forged from divine gold, directly shattered the over ten zhang long hand covered in green scales. This was the result of him holding back; otherwise, it would have definitely been turned into meat paste.
"You..." The boy attendant screamed in pain, stumbling backward. The green large hand shrank back to normal size, twisted beyond recognition, bones cracking incessantly, and sacred power still rampaging.
"Although this is Xuan Du Cave's Eight Scenery Palace, a mere boy attendant cannot be so arrogant. I think if Laozi were here, he wouldn't allow his disciples to act like this," Ye Fan said coldly.
"You... how dare you! Making trouble in my Eight Scenery Palace—today, even if you had nine lives, they wouldn't be enough to kill you!" The boy attendant shouted, pointing at Ye Fan, then yelling toward the mountain gate while quickly retreating.
Ye Fan ignored him. After all, this was Eight Scenery Palace. Although the boy attendant was very rude, he couldn't bring himself to kill him.
"Who is making noise?" From deep within this sacred land came a rebuke, a cold voice, not very old but carrying authority.
This spiritual land had many beautiful peaks, spirit birds flying, red cliffs and strange rocks, waterfalls like white silk. On steep cliffs and under sheer precipices grew ganoderma, surrounded by rosy clouds and auspicious light.
This place was not very vast, and it seemed that only a few people cultivated here, but it was extraordinary, worthy of being called a divine and beautiful land.
"A country bumpkin with the guts of a bear and the gall of a leopard has come to cause trouble, destroying our mountain gate and constantly probing the secrets of Eight Scenery Palace," the boy attendant shouted, his fractured right hand spasming, covered in cold sweat.
From afar came a young man, steady in demeanor, wearing a five-colored dragon robe and a purple-gold crown, hands behind his back, walking through the void with an imposing presence that commanded respect without anger.
He was a man not very old, in his twenties, with long eyebrows extending to his temples, jet-black shiny hair, cold eyes. He wasn't handsome, but he had a strong aura, moving like a dragon or tiger, like a heavenly king descending to the mortal world.
"My elder brother has only been in seclusion for a year, and someone is already impatient, trying to make a move on Eight Scenery Palace?!" He was extremely cold, walking toward the mountain gate.
Ye Fan stood outside the mountain gate on a green stone. His powerful divine sense swept through, sensing that only two or three people were in this sacred land.
Was this Xuan Du Cave's Eight Scenery Palace? Completely different from what he imagined—not many cultivators, just two or three.
Ye Fan saw this young man, dressed in a dragon robe, with an imposing manner like a heavenly king descending to the world. He felt he was extraordinary. Upon closer inspection, he was even more astonished because he was extremely powerful!
At the crown of this man's head, faintly and indistinctly, a blood aura shot up into the sky. Without the Source Heaven Divine Eye, it would be hard to see. His entire body's essence was like a dragon, surging and roaring, like a divine furnace containing terrifying divine power.
Ye Fan was quite shocked. Just arriving at the Ziwei Star Domain, he met such a powerful young man, absolutely comparable to a Saint Lord!
"Who are you, daring to cause trouble at my Eight Scenery Palace?" The young man asked coldly.
"I meant no offense. I fell from the sky and damaged your mountain gate..." Ye Fan explained.
"Enough talk. Destroying my mountain gate and injuring my attendant are great crimes. I sentence you to servitude, guarding my mountain gate for three years. When the term is up, you may leave. Do you accept?" The young man spoke with hands behind his back, slow but forceful, like a golden bell echoing.
He gave no room for further explanation, like a superior with great authority, directly sentencing Ye Fan to servitude.
"Who do you think you are, ordering me to be a slave and guard your mountain gate?" Ye Fan's face darkened, but he was also shocked inside. This young man was truly extremely powerful, his blood energy like pillars, like ten thousand true dragons swimming!
"I gave you a chance, and you don't cherish it. Do you want me to personally suppress and kill you?!" The young man's eyes were icy cold, standing on a cliff, looking down at Ye Fan.
"I only want to know, is the master of Eight Scenery Palace Laozi?" Ye Fan asked.
"Hmph, this place belongs to my master," the boy attendant said with a cold, hateful gaze.
"Who are you?" Ye Fan said.
"My elder brother, Yin Tiande, is the master of Eight Scenery Palace. I also cultivate at Xuan Du Cave, named Yin Tianzhi. Let you know, so you don't die without knowing why," the young man said lightly.
"You country bumpkin, hurry up and pay respects to my master's own younger brother. You don't know when to die," the boy attendant shouted.
"Slap"
Ye Fan struck out. His golden palm, like a golden millstone, flashed with dazzling divine gold light and lashed out in an instant.
The boy attendant screamed, his teeth flying out, blood flowing. He couldn't dodge, flying dozens of zhang away, crashing into a cliff, creating a human-shaped deep pit.
"Are you seeking death, daring to strike in my Eight Scenery Palace?!" Yin Tianzhi's face immediately darkened. He was extremely domineering, looking down at Ye Fan, stepping forward and pressing in.
The boy attendant's half-face bones were shattered. He struggled out of the cliff, roaring ferociously, "Everyone in the world knows my master. In the future, he will be invincible under heaven and earth. How dare you come here to seek death!"
Ye Fan could now rival an Imperial Lord. Once a Sacred Body reached this realm, it was extremely terrifying. He could go anywhere in the world and naturally had no fear.
"Slap"
He struck again with a backhand. His golden hand reached out dozens of zhang, sending the boy attendant flying again. The other side of his face bones also shattered, and he could no longer speak, his eyes filled with fear.
Under severe injury, the boy attendant transformed into a green wild flood dragon, coiled on a cliff, not daring to utter another word.
"Even beating a dog requires looking at its owner. You're so reckless in front of my Eight Scenery Palace—today won't end well. If you want to live, serve as a slave here for life," Yin Tianzhi said grimly.
"Is that so? I want to see how you'll keep me here." Ye Fan was very calm, stepping into the sky to face him.
"Oh?" Yin Tianzhi suddenly paused, then showed surprise. "The aura of Mother Qi of All Things—you have Mysterious Yellow Essence on you!"
Ye Fan's heart tightened. This man's spiritual sense was too strong, even sensing the cauldron stored within his brow.
"Good! My elder brother wants to refine a Heaven and Earth Mysterious Yellow Exquisite Pagoda and is seeking Mother Qi of All Things. I didn't expect you to deliver it!"
Yin Tianzhi spoke as if it were only natural, assuming Ye Fan was just a delivery boy. He reached out a large hand to grab forward, instantly covering heaven and earth.
Ye Fan was startled. This man's physical body was incredibly powerful, as if baptized by supreme sacred objects. With a slight tremor, he could collapse the sky.
However, he had no fear. As a Sacred Body, he was naturally unafraid of close combat, so he immediately met the attack.
"Bang"
The two hands clashed, producing a dull sound. Yin Tianzhi's physical body was like an eternal, indestructible divine gold, solid and unbreakable.
"So strong?!" Ye Fan's heart pounded. This was one of the strongest physical bodies he had encountered since starting his path.
"I bathed in the blood of the Undying Divine Phoenix. Besides my elder brother, this is the first time I've met someone who can match my physical body, and I didn't crush you?!" Yin Tianzhi was also extremely shocked, then sneered, "Phoenix Blood, boil!"
He shouted loudly, his whole body blazing with red light, covered by a layer of Undying Divine Phoenix blood. His physical body was incredibly solid, seemingly eternal and indestructible.
Ye Fan sneered. He no longer held back. His golden blood boiled, his aura piercing the sky. A golden rainbow shot up from the crown of his head, piercing the heavens.
"Pfft"
The ultimate physical collision sent a spray of blood into the air. Yin Tianzhi's arm was torn off by Ye Fan. He let out a miserable scream. "You..."
He quickly retreated, steadying himself, stopping the blood from his right arm, regenerating it, and shouted, "Today, I will cut you down!"