Chapter 461: Time Is Running Out

The vast divine island was filled with young people, all elite talents from major sects, possessing remarkable innate abilities. However, after seeing the Shaking Light Saint Son and the Ji Family Divine King Body, everyone voluntarily chose to keep a low profile.

Later, upon seeing the Golden-winged Little Peng King and Ye Fan, the crowd became even more subdued, fearing that these two notorious figures would come looking for trouble.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King had always been unruly and defiant. If he turned ruthless, he would disregard all familial ties. It was said that he once killed thirteen members of his own clan, cold-blooded and cruel, possessing an innate demonic nature.

As for Ye Fan, there was even less need to mention. He had killed many disciples from sacred lands; numerous disciples from Shaking Light and the Ji Family had fallen by his hand, and he had even suppressed the Saintess of Zifu.

Not long ago, he even beheaded the Saintess of a supreme great sect from the Central Plains. Who would dare provoke him? The younger generation would go out of their way to avoid him.

After Feng Huang intervened, the Golden-winged Little Peng King snorted coldly, staring intently at Ye Fan, and said, "I'll let you live a few more days!"

"Birdman, if you dare speak to me like that again, I'll kill you right now, no matter where this is!" Ye Fan suddenly stood up and pressed forward, his golden finger quickly pointing at the Little Peng King's nose.

"You dare point at me?!" The Golden-winged Little Peng King's eyes flared up. He flipped his right hand and grabbed at Ye Fan's finger, intending to break it.

Clang!

Ye Fan's finger pulsed with divine light, slashing towards his opponent's large hand, intending to sever it. His Sacred Body had just been perfected, and now his physical body was unmatched; he simply wanted to make the Golden-winged Little Peng King furious and suffer a great loss.

However, when the two collided, a deafening sound erupted, like the clang of a divine drum. The Golden-winged Little Peng King stumbled backward, his palm bright red and bleeding.

Although he had sent the Golden-winged Little Peng King flying, Ye Fan was surprised internally. His physical body was incredibly strong; no one among his peers dared to directly confront him.

Yet, the Golden-winged Little Peng King had taken the blow directly. Although he suffered a great loss, his palm did not break, which defied common sense.

The Tianpeng clan could fight dragons, and indeed their physical bodies were unparalleled, but it was impossible for them to contend with the current Ye Fan. This was clearly unusual.

Boom!

Golden blood flowed from the Golden-winged Little Peng King's hands, then ignited into golden divine light. The injured area rapidly recovered, and his palm became strong and powerful, without any remaining damage.

"This is... Tianpeng True Blood!"

"He received the baptism of Tianpeng True Blood!"

Everyone was astonished. Years ago, the Old Peng King explored a ruin and obtained Tianpeng True Blood. This was an unparalleled sacred object left by the Tianpeng clan's ancestors, capable of helping their descendants transform into the Tianpeng Sacred Body.

The Old Peng King had used some himself, but kept most of it. Now, seeing golden blood burning into divine flames between his fingers, everyone immediately understood what had happened.

Ye Fan was momentarily stunned after hearing their words. Then, extremely assertively, he pressed forward, once again pointing at the Golden-winged Little Peng King's nose, and said, "If you're not convinced, try again!"

Everyone was dumbfounded. Who was the Golden-winged Little Peng King, and who dared to treat him like this? The Desolate Sacred Body was indeed fearless; he just pointed at his nose and scoffed coldly in front of all the young generation.

Buzz!

The Golden-winged Little Peng King snorted coldly. His palm, as large as a winnowing basket, slapped forward, emitting ten thousand golden rays of light. He wished he could break every bone and muscle in Ye Fan's body.

Clang!

Ye Fan was unafraid, raising his hand to meet the blow. His golden palm, as large as a millstone, seemed to be striking iron, shaking the entire island.

The Sacred Body's physical form was unparalleled, comparable to that of a Saint Lord. He sent the Golden-winged Little Peng King staggering back more than ten steps, his web of thumb and forefinger completely split open, and blood flowing freely.

"You think you're peerless after your body was baptized by the Tianpeng True Blood? Unless you dig up an even older ancestor to get the Kunpeng True Blood, otherwise, go ahead and try!"

Ye Fan continued to stride forward, pressing closer. Still extending his right hand, he pointed at his nose and reprimanded him in front of everyone.

This posture could be described as highly disrespectful, but Ye Fan didn't care. Because the Golden-winged Little Peng King was too arrogant, repeatedly provoking him and trying to kill him, so Ye Fan's actions were deliberate.

All the Saint Sons and Saintesses stood by, their hearts pounding. Even the Golden-winged Little Peng King, whose physique was baptized by Tianpeng True Blood, was inferior to the Sacred Body, completely dashing their hopes. Now, only by suppressing him with immense magical power could it be done.

"Good, good, good!" the Golden-winged Little Peng King shouted coldly. He added, "When this matter is settled, I will have a decisive battle with you and surely suppress you to death with my supreme magical power!"

Without another word, Ye Fan swung his large golden palm and slapped him. To deal with this unruly madman, one had to be even crazier than him.

The Golden-winged Little Peng King was so furious his lungs felt like they would burst. To be reprimanded with a finger pointed at his nose, and now to be slapped by a large golden palm—this was an unprecedented experience.

Especially now, in front of all the younger generation, it was unbearable for him!

"Little Ye Zi is too devious; he wants to enrage the Golden-winged Little Peng King and then crush him to death with his physical body," Li Heishui muttered.

"He deserves it; it saves him from always acting like he's the best in the world. Every time before meeting, he'd act invincible and look down on us, unbelievably arrogant. He deserves this treatment," said the big black dog.

Clang!

Another loud clang, and the Golden-winged Little Peng King's body shuddered violently from the blow. He let out a long howl, his body blazing with golden light, like a resurrected demon god, his golden hair wildly swirling, ready to fight Ye Fan.

"Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Ye Fan stepped forward, his palm transforming into a golden heavenly stele, covered with innate patterns, ready to strike.

"Enough!" Feng Huang walked over and blocked Ye Fan. She was graceful and beautiful, the phoenix mask on her face radiating five-colored light, her whole body sparkling like a Xuan Nü from the Nine Heavens descending to the mortal world.

"Do you have something to say?" Ye Fan asked casually.

"My grandfather's 1500th birthday celebration is approaching, yet you are causing trouble here, what are your intentions?" the Feng Clan Princess lightly scolded. "Didn't you see that he repeatedly provoked me?" Ye Fan glanced at her.

"All I see is you being unforgiving even when you are in the right!" Feng Huang's tone was cold.

"You also said I am in the right," Ye Fan smiled, "You should question him instead, why he is provoking and causing trouble here before the Feng Clan Saint Lord's grand birthday."

Hmph!

The Golden-winged Little Peng King's killing intent was fully exposed, but he forcefully suppressed his rage. He turned and left, fearing he would lose control and erupt. He walked to the other end of the giant island, far away from Ye Fan.

Ye Fan chuckled, brushed past Feng Huang, and no longer paid attention to her. He started conversing with others.

Feng Huang was taken aback. Seeing his demeanor, she found it difficult to flare up. She snorted coldly, turned, and left, leaving behind a fragrant scent.

The Great Xia Prince, Yao Yuekong, Ye Fan, and Li Heishui conversed. Their statuses were extraordinary; they feared no one. During the conversation, Ye Fan asked the little nun in white where the Divine Silkworm had gone.

Xia Yilin wrinkled her delicate nose and sighed. She had seen the Divine Silkworm several times in the Northern Region, but the little golden creature had completely forgotten her and no longer paid her any attention. Recently, it had even disappeared.

"Is this Brother Ye Fan, the Sacred Body? Truly a talent of this generation. To meet you today is indeed a blessing for three lifetimes." A very refined and handsome man walked over, his complexion fair, a gentle smile on his face.

"You are..." Ye Fan questioned, puzzled.

"My name is Zhao Fa, just a nobody, incomparable to Brother Ye. I merely mustered the courage to come and make a friend," Zhao Fa smiled.

"Be careful, this guy is not a good sort," Yao Yuekong transmitted, "He's from the Ziwei Sect; its heritage is mysterious. It's not a Sacred Land, yet its disciples are all incredibly powerful!"

Ye Fan's heart stirred upon hearing the words "Ziwei." He couldn't help but size up Zhao Fa. He looked very refined, not like a cultivator.

Li Heishui also transmitted, "I've heard of this guy; he's no good. He's honey-mouthed and dagger-hearted, likes to stab people in the back at crucial moments, and has a very bad reputation. The Ziwei Sect's power is unknown, but they are rich enough to rival the world, involved in all kinds of industries."

"Brother Zhao, you're too polite. Acquaintances are friends; there's no need to be so distant," Ye Fan replied with a smile.

Zhao Fa spoke at length, finally getting to the point and explaining his intention. He wanted to acquire Ye Fan's Dragon-patterned Black Gold Divine Spirit Sword with a large sum of money, and also wanted to buy the Qilin divine medicine seed.

Ye Fan understood after a moment's thought. Everyone knew his days were numbered, so Zhao Fa wanted to obtain the treasures on him in advance, to avoid missing out.

He couldn't help but laugh and said, "It's not that I won't sell, but that I can't. In a few days, I might have to cut off my own cultivation, use the Qilin seed to extend my life, and become an ordinary mortal. As for the Dragon-patterned Black Gold Divine Spirit Sword, I also plan to use it to exchange for peerless spiritual medicine, purely to prolong my life."

Not only Zhao Fa was alarmed, but other Saint Sons and Saintesses also looked over. He wanted to cut off his own cultivation just to survive, was this true? This was a major event!

"Brother Ye, it's regrettable that you've encountered such a misfortune. I believe you can certainly overcome this challenge and shine brilliantly in the future," Zhao Fa smiled, then turned and left.

A moment later, Little Nannan looked up, shaking Ye Fan's leg. She said, "Big Brother, he's not a good person. Nannan heard him just now, he was viciously..."

"Nannan, what did you hear?" Ye Fan asked, surprised, squatting down. He hadn't expected the little girl's hearing to be so extraordinary.

Little Nannan heard Zhao Fa secretly discussing a plan to harm Ye Fan. They intended to rob him of his treasures before he died, or strike him ruthlessly if he became a mortal.

Yao Yuekong and the Great Xia Prince were both astonished. They had heard nothing, yet Little Nannan had learned all of it; it was truly shocking.

Little Nannan was like a porcelain doll, very well-behaved. The little nun in white squatted down, picked her up, looking very fond of her, and gave her a top-grade spiritual fruit.

"We should deal with him soon; how dare he have such ideas!" Li Heishui said, his hair standing on end.

Ye Fan smiled and said, "Let's not stoop to his level for now. Isn't Ziwei rich enough to rival the world? I have other plans."

Soon, several disciples of the Feng Clan walked by; they clearly looked displeased when passing Ye Fan. They kept muttering about the three million jin of source; someone quietly grumbled, "He still dares to come..."

"Youngsters, you need to have a longer vision," the big black dog said, glancing at them. "No matter what, he inherited the Source Heaven Master's legacy. Paying back your three million jin of source would be a piece of cake for him, wouldn't it?"

"He's about to lose his life, how can he pay it back?" one of them retorted impolitely; he had been suppressed by Ye Fan before.

Feng Huang's maid was also nearby and said, "He should hand over the Dragon-patterned Black Gold Divine Spirit Sword and the Qilin divine medicine seed. Even those wouldn't be enough to compensate for the three million jin of source."

"Alright, just because you said that, I *will* live," Ye Fan chuckled.

"You... what do you mean?" All the young members of the Feng Clan were startled and instinctively stepped back. All the Saint Sons and Saintesses also looked over.

"I mean, in a short while, I will cut off my own cultivation and become a mortal from now on, striving to become a Source Heaven Master. Then, I will repay your source," Ye Fan said.

Everyone was surprised. They knew that Ye Fan had indeed obtained the Source Heaven Master's inheritance, and perhaps he truly was about to embark on another path.

Many people breathed a sigh of relief. The Sacred Body truly didn't have much time left; it was time for him to make a choice. At the same time, they were also somewhat surprised: even if Ye Fan's cultivation was completely abolished, if he became a Source Heaven Master, he would still be an honored guest of the various Sacred Lands.