Chapter 115: Ten Disciples

"Han Yishui, what do you mean?" Elder Wu Qingfeng's face was ashen.

"I think I've made myself quite clear." Han Yishui, with hair as white as snow and fair skin, had narrow eyes and thin lips, giving him an ominous look. He picked up the teacup from the stone table, took a small sip, and said, "Elder Wu, why are you behaving this way?"

Elder Wu Qingfeng took several large steps forward. He said in a deep voice, "Han Yishui, don't go too far!"

"Am I not speaking the truth? How dare a mere mortal come to my Spiritual Void Cave to demand spiritual artifacts? Those are the relics left by my disciple, Pang Bo. They have nothing to do with him." Han Yishui remained calm throughout, sipping his fragrant tea. He cast a cold glance at Ye Fan and said, "Leave at once. This is not a place you should be."

"Bang!" Elder Wu Qingfeng could no longer restrain himself and shattered the stone table with a slap. He declared, "Han Yishui, you are going too far! Since you refuse to be reasonable, let's settle this with strength!"

Two other elders were seated nearby. One of them quickly intervened, saying, "Elder Han, I think we should just drop it. They're just a few broken bronze artifacts; there's nothing to study. Just give them back to the child."

The other elder, however, sided with Han Yishui, saying, "That's not right. Although these bronze artifacts are damaged, they clearly once contained a divine presence, making them formidable weapons. Even though they are broken, careful study could still yield significant insights."

Han Yishui's expression darkened as he looked at Ye Fan. "Do you really want these things?" he asked.

"Why shouldn't I want what belongs to me?" Ye Fan was fearless. He was also a cultivator at the Divine Bridge realm and paid no mind to Han Yishui's intimidating gaze.

"Haha!" Han Yishui suddenly burst into laughter. "Good, you have guts. You remind me of my younger self. Forget it. I won't make things difficult for you. Boy, bring all those items. And give him some jewels as well."

The boy nearby acknowledged and quickly disappeared into the depths of the valley.

At this moment, Han Yishui smiled, cupped his hands towards Wu Qingfeng, and apologized, "You know my temperament; when I see a spiritual treasure, I always want to study it thoroughly. But since I can't really figure anything out, I'll just return them to him. We've known each other for decades, there's no need for us to fall out."

Elder Wu Qingfeng's expression softened. He sat on a nearby stone stool as a boy brought a stone table and served tea again, dispelling the previous unpleasantness.

Shortly after, a boy brought over the Great Thunder Sound Bronze Plaque, the ancient bronze lamp, the sarira prayer beads, and the golden net pestle. There were also some clothes and a gift of pearls and jade.

"Thank you, Elder Han," Ye Fan said, cupping his hands.

"I shall take my leave now. I'll trouble you again another day," Elder Wu Qingfeng said, standing up and leading Ye Fan out of the valley. The other two elders also rose to bid farewell.

A young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, walked into the pavilion. He asked, "Master, didn't you say those broken bronze artifacts were extraordinary, with an unusual origin? Why did you give them back to that mortal?"

"Do you wish for me to fight Wu Qingfeng to the death?" Elder Han glanced at him, took a sip of tea, and said indifferently, "As you said, he is just a mortal."

"Master, you mean..." Two sharp gleams immediately flashed in the young man's eyes. He said, "I understand. I'll assign Li Yun and Li Lin to handle this. There won't be any trace left, and Elder Wu Qingfeng will never know."

Han Yishui said nothing, his expression completely calm. He continued to drink tea and admire the strange flowers and plants outside the pavilion.

The young man respectfully bowed, then turned and strode away. However, it wasn't long before he hurried back, bringing Li Yun and Li Lin with him.

"Master, that mortal is troublesome."

Han Yishui saw Li Yun's swollen face and Li Lin's pale complexion and immediately sensed something amiss. "Did you get into a fight?" he asked.

Li Lin and Li Yun's faces turned red with shame as they briefly recounted what had happened a short while ago.

After listening, Han Yishui sprang to his feet with a thump, gritting his teeth. "He killed my grandson!" he exclaimed.

"Killed by him?" The three people nearby all looked surprised. "I have gathered some information, but the only thing I couldn't understand was how Yu'er, who was with several cultivators at the Life Spring realm, could be killed by this boy, a mere mortal. He shouldn't have had the strength to kill them." Han Yishui slammed the stone table, shattering it with a "bang." His face was as dark as water as he declared, "Now I understand. It was him, it must have been him!"

The young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, exclaimed loudly, "I'll go avenge Feiyu!"

Li Yun and Li Lin wore expressions of profound shock. They had never imagined that the death of Han Feiyu and four Life Spring realm cultivators a year ago was Ye Fan's doing.

"Kill him, he must be killed!" Han Yishui's face was grim, looking somewhat terrifyingly ferocious.

"This kid hides his strength truly well," Li Yun thought, feeling a chill down his spine. Li Lin was also greatly shocked, her face pale, experiencing waves of fear.

Han Yishui paced a few times, then stopped and said to the young man, "Go fetch your senior disciple brother, and call upon the others. Don't hold back. The moment that boy leaves the Spiritual Void Cave, kill him immediately!"

"Do I need to alarm my senior disciple brother just to kill him? A few of us are enough," he argued.

Elder Han gave him a cold look. "This boy killed a Life Spring realm cultivator a year ago. You haven't broken into the Divine Bridge realm yet, after all. Without your senior disciple brother present, I won't feel at ease."

"Is he really that formidable?"

"I wish he were just a mortal, but in truth, this boy is far from simple. If it weren't for his age, I would even suspect he has already broken into the Divine Bridge realm."

Hearing this, the three people nearby all gasped.

Han Yishui's expression was conflicted. Finally, he suddenly raised his head and commanded, "Bring out your second senior disciple sister. Tell her not to remain in seclusion any longer."

"What?!" The young man, about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, was greatly surprised. "My senior disciple brother and second senior disciple sister are both strong cultivators at the Divine Bridge realm. One of them is more than enough. Why do we need two?"

"Have her go with your senior disciple brother. Only with two Divine Bridge realm powerhouses present can I feel at ease. Not only that, all ten of you disciple brothers and sisters will go this time!" Han Yishui's face was clouded with a terrifying expression. "Never underestimate your opponent. Even a lion uses its full strength when hunting a rabbit. If we're going to kill him, we must do it thoroughly, absolutely giving him no chance to escape!"

"All ten of us disciples are going?" The young man was genuinely stunned.

Han Yishui glanced at him, and the young man quickly bowed respectfully, then hurried off to summon his senior disciple brother and sister.

"You two should also go and gain some experience," Han Yishui said faintly, casting a few glances at Li Yun and Li Lin.

The two meekly agreed.

Not long after, a man around fifty years old and a woman in her forties, leading eight cultivators in their thirties, arrived outside the pavilion and bowed to Han Yishui. In unison, they said, "Greetings, Master!"

"You all know what needs to be done, don't you? I do not expect him to survive!" Elder Han's voice was filled with chilling intent.

At Elder Wu Qingfeng's residence, the elder advised, "Child, don't leave just yet. I will personally see you off in a few days. I'm a little worried."

"You don't need to worry about me. Nothing will happen."

"I also hope nothing happens, but..." Elder Wu Qingfeng shook his head, hesitant to say more, and remained silent.

Ultimately, Ye Fan left a letter for the elder and departed gracefully. Ye Fan walked out of the mountain range, casting one last look behind him, and decided to leave the Yan Kingdom behind.

"Jade Lake Holy Land, Primordial Mine, Jiang Family..." Ye Fan's thoughts drifted to those distant lands.

Suddenly, twelve divine rainbows streaked forth, quickly appearing before him and blocking his path.

"Li Lin, Li Yun, have you two found help? Do you want to deal with me?" Ye Fan calmly looked at the people in the air.

"They don't have that much influence yet," said a man around fifty years old, who was staring at Ye Fan from the center of the group.

Ye Fan seemed to recall something instantly. Two divine lights shot from his eyes as he declared, "Han Yishui sent you!"

"You're not stupid," a woman in her forties sneered from beside him. "Do you have any last words? Say them quickly, and we'll send you on your way."

"To send people to kill me over a few bronze artifacts, he truly is ruthless," Ye Fan said, his expression immediately turning cold.

"It's not just about those bronze artifacts; we also need to settle the score for you killing Han Feiyu."

"I originally intended to leave Yan Land peacefully, but it seems I'm destined to stir up trouble."

"Hahahaha," many in the sky laughed. "Who do you think you are? You're on the verge of death, yet you're still spouting nonsense. How ridiculous!"

"I really don't know why Master made us all come out. Ten experts surrounding and killing a single boy like this, it's just..."

"Senior Disciple Brother or Second Senior Disciple Sister could kill him with a single finger. Why go to such great lengths? Master is truly making a mountain out of a molehill."

"Two Divine Bridge realm powerhouses, plus eight Life Spring realm cultivators—ten experts sent to hunt me down. You certainly think highly of me."

At this point, Ye Fan looked at Li Yun and Li Lin, who were not far away, and added, "And I forgot to count the two of you."

"Stop talking nonsense and kill him quickly! Who will end his life?"

Among Han Yishui's ten disciples, several completely dismissed Ye Fan, their faces filled with disdain. They hadn't even considered personally making a move.

"Sixth junior disciple, you few go kill him so we can return early."

"Li Lin, Li Yun, you two go assist them as well."

The two male and female cultivators at the Divine Bridge realm, who were leading the group, gave these instructions, feeling there was no need for them to act personally.

Just then, Ye Fan spoke. "You might as well come at me all at once," he said. With that, he slowly rose into the air.

"He truly isn't simple. Master was right. Everyone be careful," one of them warned.

The two cultivators at the Divine Bridge realm still paid no heed, ordering the others to advance. They showed no intention of making a move themselves.

Ye Fan scanned the crowd and sighed. "I really don't want to kill anyone..."

"Such arrogance!"

"You're on the verge of death, yet you still dare to boast? You truly don't know what it means to die!"

Ye Fan smiled faintly, shook his head, and advised, "You should go back. Tell Han Yishui that if he wants to kill me so badly, he should come himself. Why send his ten disciples to their deaths in vain?"

"You!" Even the two Divine Bridge realm cultivators were enraged. Powerful energy fluctuations emanated from their bodies as they slowly advanced, about to summon their weapons and personally strike down Ye Fan.

"It seems nothing I say will make you retreat. In that case, I'll send all of you on your way." Ye Fan's smile remained, but his entire demeanor transformed.

"Attack him together and kill him!" The two Divine Bridge realm cultivators sensed something amiss and loudly commanded everyone to strike simultaneously.

"Too late, none of you will escape!" At that moment, Ye Fan's divine power surged through his body, golden divine flames blazed around him, and he shone like a brilliant golden sun. Rumbles of thunder and the sound of crashing waves emanated from him.

Ye Fan looked like a deity clad in golden armor, his black hair swirling wildly. Lightning crackled around him, and endless divine radiance engulfed him.

"Boom!" A powerful energy fluctuation rippled from Ye Fan. Without summoning a weapon, he charged bare-handed towards the two Divine Bridge realm cultivators. This terrifying display instantly filled everyone with dread. They all exerted their full strength to attack.

The two Divine Bridge realm cultivators were horrified. The man summoned a blood-red demonic blade, its entire form a dripping crimson. It tore through the sky, erupting with endless bloody light, like a crimson river surging towards Ye Fan, attempting to cleave him down.

Ye Fan charged forward bare-handed, his entire body shimmering with crystal-like brilliance, radiating precious light. His flesh and blood seemed forged from divine iron, and his speed was astonishing. With a "clang," he actually caught the blood-red demonic blade with one hand, gripping it firmly, then exerted force with both hands simultaneously.

"Snap!" Bloody light scattered across the sky. He had forcefully broken the weapon summoned by the Divine Bridge cultivator. Golden light enveloped his body as he instantly rushed forward, unleashing a punch that sent golden waves surging through the sky.

"Bang!" His speed was too immense, his power incredible. The golden fist instantly shattered the Divine Bridge realm man into pieces, blood splattering everywhere.

"Senior Disciple Brother!" Everyone cried out in alarm, feeling a chill run through their bodies. All of this happened in a flash, and no one could stop it. Ye Fan's powerful sacred body radiated divine brilliance, his terrifying golden fist was unstoppable, possessing unparalleled speed and strength.

"Whoosh!" The female Divine Bridge realm cultivator summoned a pair of silver dragon shears. They resembled two silver flood dragons intertwined, twisting towards Ye Fan, intending to crush him.

At this moment, Ye Fan seemed surrounded by a golden ocean. Golden light flickered in his pupils, and his divine power surged. He made no attempt to dodge, directly swinging his golden fist to meet the attack.

"Boom!" It was as if a golden river was roaring, surging forth with his punch. The golden fist directly smashed into the silver dragon shears, producing a terrifying sound. The shears instantly shattered into more than a dozen pieces, falling from the sky.

"Thud!" Simultaneously, Ye Fan became a streak of golden light and flashed past, his golden fist completely pulverizing the woman. A shower of blood scattered in all directions.

Absolute shock. With unparalleled combat power, Ye Fan was like a golden god of war, killing two Divine Bridge realm cultivators with his bare hands.

All of this happened in an instant, leaving no time for anyone to react. Only then did the weapons summoned by the others arrive, but Ye Fan was already standing in another part of the sky, enveloped in golden divine light like fireworks.

He had consumed two sacred medicines, undergoing a complete transformation twice. His physical body was flawless, pure, and shimmering. It was comparable to a divine weapon or treasured blade, immensely powerful. This time, he wanted to test just how formidable his flesh and blood body truly was, and the result, being able to confront spiritual treasures bare-handed, made him very satisfied.

Everyone was stunned. Two Divine Bridge realm cultivators had been killed by Ye Fan with his bare hands. How could they still have any will to fight? Terrified to their souls, they all scattered, desperate to escape.

Ye Fan summoned a purple-bronze mirror. A purple mist swirled around it, and in an instant, the mirror's surface shone brilliantly, rivaling the scorching sun in the sky, unleashing purple divine radiance that swept in all directions.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!" Wisps of smoke rose, and bodies plummeted to the ground.

"Aah!" Screams erupted one after another. Not a single person could escape. The gap between the Life Spring realm and the Divine Bridge realm was like a chasm, a difference as vast as heaven and earth. Two Divine Bridge realm masters had been shattered by Ye Fan's golden fists, let alone them. They simply could not withstand the attacks from the purple-bronze mirror.

Including Li Lin and Li Yun, not one of the twelve cultivators managed to escape; all were annihilated there.

"The Purple-Bronze Eight Trigrams Mirror, refined by a powerhouse beyond the Other Shore realm, truly is extraordinary," Ye Fan murmured to himself, putting away the mirror. The golden divine flames on his body quickly vanished, his golden fists and shimmering skin returned to their normal color, and his powerful aura completely receded.

He transformed back into a handsome young boy, appearing as harmless as the boy next door.

"Han Yishui, sending your ten disciples was indeed a powerful move. Anyone else would surely have died, but unfortunately for you, you met me," Ye Fan muttered to himself. "Since you want to kill me, I have nothing left to hold back."

Without delay, Ye Fan swiftly headed towards the Spiritual Void Cave, soon reaching its mountain gate. He then strode directly inside; the disciples guarding the gate recognized him and offered no resistance.

"Not causing trouble doesn't mean I'm afraid of it. I originally intended to leave Yan Land peacefully, but since you, Han Yishui, want to kill me, today I've come to your doorstep myself."

At this moment, Han Yishui felt uneasy, sensing that something had happened. He waited for a long time, but his disciples did not return. He immediately became agitated. Just then, he felt something was wrong; a peculiar aura seemed to have appeared in the valley. He sharply raised his head and looked forward.

Before the pavilion, a boy of about fourteen years old had appeared at some unknown point, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth as he smiled brightly at him.

"You..." Han Yishui stumbled back several steps. He knew something was terribly wrong; this boy was far from simple and even harder to deal with than he had imagined.

"Where are they?" Han Yishui asked, still clinging to hope.

"Are you referring to your ten disciples? I've sent them on their way."

"You!" Veins throbbed on Han Yishui's forehead.

Ye Fan flashed a brilliant smile. "I'll send you on your way to reunite with them."

At this moment, Ye Fan's entire demeanor changed once more. It was as if a golden ocean enveloped his body, accompanied by countless bolts of lightning. Divine light blazed spectacularly, and terrifying energy fluctuations erupted from him.