Chapter 352: Archaic Sacred Body Divine Might

Several years passed, and Jiang Yichen had transformed from a boy of sixteen or seventeen into a young man over twenty, dressed in green, exuding a subtle arrogance.

Beneath him was a blue-green exotic beast, resembling a lion and a tiger. Its cerulean fur was long, impeccably clean, and as crystalline as jade. On its head grew a jade horn, radiating five-colored divine light.

This five-colored beast traversed the air, not actually touching the snow, but hovering a foot above the ground, magnificent and extraordinary.

Ye Fan quietly put away the Divine Source he had given to Little Tingting, storing it within his body. This was because the exotic beast on the street was truly unusual; it possessed a psychic jade horn capable of sensing divine artifacts.

Back then, it was precisely because this beast sensed a supreme treasure on him, which aroused Jiang Yichen's greed and murderous intent, that he nearly lost his life.

"Let's have a drink here," Jiang Yichen said. He dismounted his beast, pushed open the door forcefully, and strode inside, bringing with him a chill.

"We also wanted to choose this place, but they said it was closing," one person behind him spoke up, glancing at Little Tingting.

"Closing in the middle of the day? If you don't want to do business, why open a shop at all!" Jiang Yichen said coldly. After several years, he had gained extraordinary prestige.

"Indeed, but they insisted, saying it's a tavern owned by the grandfather of a young genius in the family," someone said with a laugh. His words seemed designed to provoke.

It was then that Jiang Yichen looked into the room, glanced at Old Man Jiang and Ye Fan, then fixed his gaze on Little Tingting, and said, "So it's you all."

"Hello, Brother Yichen," Little Tingting chirped, looking up with her tender little face, her voice clear and crisp.

"Hmm," Jiang Yichen simply uttered a faint "hmm" without paying her much mind. He sat at a table, flipped through the menu, and directly began ordering dishes.

"Brother Yichen, we're closing today, we're not open for business," Little Tingting explained, looking up with her small face.

Even though they were both descendants of Divine King Jiang Taixu, Jiang Yichen showed no warmth towards Little Tingting. He was very cold, almost dismissive.

Ye Fan observed this and sighed inwardly. This person truly had a cold nature.

Years ago, when searching for Old Man Jiang and his granddaughter in the southern region's small town, Jiang Yifei and Jiang Caixuan had been extremely courteous and genuinely welcomed them.

But even then, Jiang Yichen had displayed a disdainful attitude. He viewed everything with contempt and showed no regard whatsoever for the grandfather and granddaughter.

It was imaginable that after entering the Jiang family, he would certainly not have shown kindness or warmth over the past few years. He must have always been like this.

Jiang Yichen ordered over a dozen dishes in a row, then put down the menu and said, "Alright, I'm done ordering. Go make them quickly."

"We're not open today," Little Tingting whispered.

"Why open a shop if you're not going to be open?" Jiang Yichen snapped. He swept a glance at her, then turned to Old Man Jiang and commanded, "Aren't you going to get to it!"

Ye Fan wanted to slap him. This person's blood relation to Old Man Jiang was not distant; he should have called him grandfather, but instead, he was ordering him around like a servant.

Little Tingting knew well that Jiang Yichen was not to be provoked, for his status in the Jiang family was very high. Few among the younger generation dared to openly challenge him.

The Jiang family was divided into two main lineages. One was the Sacred Master's lineage, which was currently flourishing. The other consisted of the descendants of Divine King Jiang Taixu, each possessing formidable strength.

Jiang Yichen was a descendant of Jiang Taixu and had an exceptional grandfather. He also had close ties with the Sacred Master's lineage. Among the younger generation, few could restrain him, with the exception of Jiang Yifei and a handful of others.

"Brother Yichen…" Little Tingting whispered, looking up at him.

"Don't call me brother," Jiang Yichen interrupted her coldly. Then he turned to Old Man Jiang and said, "What are you still standing there for?"

Family affection, blood ties—none of it mattered to Jiang Yichen. All he had was disdain and contempt.

"Opening a shop means doing business, so get to it!" someone echoed.

"Hurry up and serve the dishes; we're giving you money here," another person scoffed.

However, the others did not dare to go too far. Their status was not comparable to Jiang Yichen's, and if something went wrong, they would surely be the ones punished by the family.

"Alright, please wait a moment, I'll go cook right away," Old Man Jiang said. He pulled Little Tingting aside, preventing her from saying anything more, as he feared his granddaughter would suffer injustice.

Suddenly, a long howl came from outside the town. Jiang Yichen and the others all stood up and immediately rushed out.

"Tingting, Old Man, I'll take you away," Ye Fan said. He had witnessed everything just now, and his heart was far from calm.

"No, we can't. Leaving the Jiang family without permission is a great crime, and we would be hunted throughout the world," Little Tingting shook her head. She added, "Actually, it's not so bad. Besides Jiang Yichen, Brother Yifei and Sister Caixuan are very good to me."

The little girl was very cheerful and optimistic. She only remembered those who treated her well, and all other unpleasantness and gossip were ignored.

Ye Fan thought for a moment, then nodded and did not insist further. He had various ways to resolve the issues of the grandfather and granddaughter. If all else failed, he could simply inform the Ninth Great Bandit, Jiang Yi, who was Jiang Zhe's younger brother and Old Man Jiang's uncle.

"I don't think Old Man Jiang is suited to live here. Didn't the lineage of Divine King Jiang Taixu build a mansion for you in a large city?"

"Grandpa said he wasn't used to living there and felt it wasn't as free," Little Tingting replied.

Ye Fan immediately smiled and said, "Old Man Jiang is just old and afraid of loneliness. That's easy to fix: invite some elderly people of his age to live there, and he'll surely get used to it."

After Ye Fan's persuasion, Old Man Jiang nodded. It was indeed as Ye Fan had said: people in their old age often feel lonely and don't wish to live alone in large, secluded residences.

That very day, Little Tingting set off with Old Man Jiang. They went to a neighboring city and provided free housing and food for some lonely elderly people. Those people were naturally willing.

Ye Fan did not show himself. Everything was handled by Little Tingting, as he didn't want to draw attention, which would bring trouble to the grandfather and granddaughter.

"Big Brother, when will you come to see Tingting again?" Little Tingting asked, her large eyes red and full of reluctance to part.

"It won't be long, I'll visit you often," Ye Fan said with a smile, patting her head.

After sealing the Divine Source, he handed it to Little Tingting. He did not go to the mansion, but turned and strode away.

"Big Brother, take care…" Little Tingting called out, waving her small hand behind him, her eyes red.

"Tingting, cultivate well. I will find the Earth Fate Fruit for you," Ye Fan said, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

In fact, he had not left. Instead, he continued to travel within this region.

He sighed inwardly, remarking that Jiang Yichen was indeed quite cunning. He had even arranged for people to monitor outside Old Man Jiang's mansion.

When this mansion was built years ago, these people had already appeared there. They were lying in wait, silently anticipating his appearance.

Jiang Yichen knew of his relationship with the grandfather and granddaughter. He understood that Ye Fan was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. Instead of pursuing him externally, he had secretly laid this trap.

Although Old Man Jiang had not lived here before, this mansion was quite famous. Anyone who inquired among the Jiang family's external descendants would find out about it.

"This Jiang Yichen really hasn't forgotten about me," Ye Fan mused. "He must have foreseen that I would come here one day. It was just a twist of fate that I met Old Man Jiang and them beforehand."

Ye Fan sneered. Carrying the God-Beating Whip on his back, he walked into an ice plain. He had already learned that Jiang Yichen had a traveling palace outside.

Heavy goose-feather snow fell, and the world was a vast expanse of white. Ye Fan stood silently on that ice plain for seven days, not approaching the traveling palace, but guarding the only path.

On the ninth day, a dozen riders appeared in the distance. All were mounted on exotic beasts, breaking through the heavy snow and soaring through the air with a whistle.

The leader was indeed Jiang Yichen. All of them were masters; the weakest was in the Fourth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm, and several were cultivators of the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

Ye Fan revealed his true form, not concealing his appearance. With the God-Beating Whip on his back, he stood silently in the wind and snow, staring at them.

Although several years had passed and Ye Fan's appearance had changed somewhat, Jiang Yichen still recognized him at a glance.

"It's you!" Jiang Yichen exclaimed, his expression instantly changing.

"That's right, it's me!" Ye Fan replied. For Little Tingting and Old Man Jiang, Ye Fan had specifically chosen to strike here, waiting patiently for nine full days.

"I understand now," Jiang Yichen said. "The person I saw in the small tavern a few days ago was you! If circumstances hadn't changed that day, we wouldn't be facing each other only now!" He chuckled darkly.

He was ruthless and sharp-witted, and immediately made that connection.

"Go, kill him for me, and seize the Cauldron of Myriad Things Mother Qi!" Jiang Yichen ordered.

Instantly, seven figures charged forward simultaneously, surrounding Ye Fan. One was in the Fourth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm, three were in the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm, and the remaining three were in the First Heaven of the Four Extremities Secret Realm.

Ye Fan said nothing. Today, he was here solely to intercept and kill. With his hands clasped behind his back, he calmly faced them. His composure was starkly at odds with his slightly youthful face.

"Kill!"

The seven attacked simultaneously, unleashing seven different magical artifacts. There were divine lamps, ancient cauldrons... Their radiance flickered, obscuring the sky, their power terrifying.

"Roar…" Ye Fan let out a mighty roar, shaking the entire plain. The distant snow mountains instantly erupted in an avalanche, roaring like a flood, rumbling and surging downwards.

For hundreds of thousands of years, the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm had been almost unseen. Now, it had appeared. One roar, like a thunderclap, shook heaven and earth. He was like an eternal divine furnace, his vital energy surging, swirling through the high heavens.

"Pfft!" The cultivator in the Fourth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm instantly disintegrated. The three cultivators in the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm were struck by the terrifying sound waves and fell from mid-air to the ground, their faces ashen.

Ye Fan transformed into a golden light and charged forward. His speed was terrifyingly fast. His golden fists were unstoppable and indestructible, shattering all magical artifacts in his path.

"Pfft!", "Pfft!", "Pfft!"... The three cultivators in the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm were shattered by his three punches, turning into a bloody mist, their bodies and souls obliterated, vanishing from the world.

Ye Fan soared into the air, charging towards the three cultivators in the First Heaven of the Four Extremities Secret Realm. He did not draw the God-Beating Whip, but attacked them with pure physical strength.

"Bang!", "Bang!", "Bang!"... A series of crashing sounds erupted. Ye Fan's golden fists possessed a destructive force; nothing could stand in their way!

"Crack!", "Crack!"... All the magical artifacts of the three cultivators in the First Heaven of the Four Extremities Secret Realm were pulverized. At the same time, they themselves were torn apart, disintegrating in the sky.

"You…" Jiang Yichen and the remaining three were all greatly shocked, hardly believing their eyes.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm can only be cultivated by a Sacred Land!"

"For hundreds of thousands of years, it has been almost impossible for a Desolate Ancient Sacred Body to reach this realm on their own!"

Ye Fan remained calm. With the God-Beating Whip on his back, he strode forward. His single stride made the entire ice plain tremble.

The oppressive might of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body made hearts tremble and souls crack. An unparalleled, surging power emanated from him!

"You three, all cultivators of the Second Heaven of the Four Extremities Secret Realm, attack him together and kill him for me!" Jiang Yichen shouted.

As soon as the three moved, Jiang Yichen mounted his exotic beast and, transforming into a streak of blue light, shot towards the horizon. Abandoning the others, he fled alone.

His nature was cold and ruthless. Sensing that these three were no match for Ye Fan either, he immediately fled, acting with great decisiveness.

"Buzz!" The void trembled, and heaven and earth quivered under the pressure. From within Ye Fan's Dao Palace, a large cauldron shot out, lowering thousands of layers of profound yellow energy and enlarging to eighteen meters tall.

It instantly shot out, and in the blink of an eye, caught up to Jiang Yichen. With a thunderous crash, it descended, suppressing him onto the ice plain.

The three cultivators in the Second Heaven of the Four Extremities Secret Realm all changed color. They fled without fighting, rushing off in three different directions.

"Boom!" Ye Fan hurled the Vajra Gourd. This weapon, interwoven with Dao and reason, possessed earth-shattering power. It instantly shattered the ice plain ahead; the ice and snow vanished, the crimson earth crumbled, leaving behind a devastated landscape.

The cultivator fleeing in that direction didn't even utter a groan. He was utterly pulverized by the Vajra Gourd, leaving no trace of blood mist, completely annihilated.

"Whoosh!" Ye Fan conjured the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Saint Spirit Sword towards another direction. A dark light tore through heaven and earth, transforming into a true dragon, its head held high and roaring, and charged forward in the blink of an eye.

"Pfft!" The Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Saint Spirit Sword swept past, and all the magical artifacts and defensive measures of that cultivator were utterly powerless to resist; all were pierced through.

Even in death, he couldn't close his eyes in peace. A black mini-sword, less than an inch long, pierced his glabella, leaving a blood hole. Immediately after, hundreds of thousands of sword lights shot out from his body.

"Bang!" In an instant, his entire body was riddled with sword holes, pulverized in the void, leaving nothing behind.

At the same time, Ye Fan personally gave chase. Transforming into a golden bolt of lightning, he streaked across the sky, and in the blink of an eye, caught up to the third cultivator.

This person, courageous in his own right, turned around, unleashing all eight of his divine savage strengths, shaking heaven and earth. He manifested eight illusory figures resembling gods and conjured over a dozen weapons.

The high heavens rumbled under the pressure. Across the entire ice plain, goose-feather snow flew upwards against the natural flow, swirling through the world.

However, all of this was futile. Even though his momentum was formidable and his battle prowess astonishing, meeting the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body at the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm meant he was destined for defeat.

Ye Fan, holding the God-Beating Whip, used one strike to break thousands of techniques, smashing them one after another. Deafening sounds resonated endlessly as all, whether illusory divine figures or various weapons, were shattered!

"Ah…" The cultivator's divine consciousness was severely damaged. With disheveled hair, he cried out to the sky.

"Pfft!" As Ye Fan swept his whip, all sounds ceased. Only the wind and snow remained between heaven and earth, as all enemies were reduced to ashes.

This was the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body. Even at the Fifth Heaven of the Dao Palace realm, it was terrifyingly powerful, its combat prowess world-shaking. Unless encountering a Great Emperor in their youth, no one of the same rank could stand against it.

The Vajra Gourd and the Dragon-Patterned Black Gold Saint Spirit Sword both returned into Ye Fan's body. At the same time, the Cauldron of Myriad Things Mother Qi vibrated, shaking Jiang Yichen out.

"You dare to come to my Jiang family's territory to intercept and kill me…" he stammered, a hint of fear emerging in him.

Ye Fan smiled, a brilliant smile. He said, "I've already offended two great Sacred Lands, so what's killing you? Is there anything I dare not do?"