Chapter 477: Encounter

Chapter 481: The Encounter

Ye Fan and his group emerged from the mountains and came into the outside world, immediately causing a stir because fourteen days had passed, and he was surprisingly still alive.

“Isn’t that the Saint Body? The Divine Physician said he had less than half a month to live, yet he’s appeared again!”

“Did he really cripple his cultivation to become an ordinary mortal? This is interesting. I wonder if those people will come to kill him?”

The Eastern Wasteland is vast and boundless. In the primeval regions, there are millions of miles without human habitation. Human settlements are relatively concentrated, with common towns connected, forming prosperous areas.

In the central region, the ten great ancient cities serve as ten different centers. The surrounding areas are densely populated with both humans and demonic beasts.

After Ye Fan and his companions emerged, they hadn't even entered a major city when they sparked heated discussions in a common ancient city.

“No need to guess, he definitely crippled his cultivation. He’s a cripple now. Who wants to go and test his current cultivation level?”

Ye Fan’s group was too peculiar. Even if the big black dog and Little Nun were not trying to attract attention, it was impossible for them to go unnoticed. Even those who hadn't seen them before could guess.

“Who is that dishevelled middle-aged man? His messy hair is covering his face. He’s so unkempt.” Someone stared at the Old Madman, not seeing him as a master at all.

Everyone was watching and discussing. The Saint Body was still alive and might have crippled his cultivation. This news spread like wildfire.

Soon after, Ye Fan and his group arrived at Youyue Ancient City, one of the ten famous cities in the central region of the Eastern Wasteland, and the closest to the Heavenly Vortex ruins.

In the heart of this region, there were many supreme sects and ancient demonic families, scattered among the famous mountains and great rivers.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back and wanted to test Ye Fan's condition. A few young men walked over from the opposite side, all smiling.

“Isn't this Brother Ye, the Saint Body? I heard you've been unwell. How are you doing now?” One of them casually patted Ye Fan's shoulder.

“Who are you? Do we know each other?” Ye Fan asked.

“We’re just a few rogue cultivators, Brother Ye wouldn’t know us.” That person laughed loudly.

“You’re disciples of the Purple Mansion, aren’t you?” Ye Fan raised an eyebrow. Even the Saint Son of the Purple Mansion wouldn't dare to pat his shoulder so casually. These disciples truly regarded him as a cripple who had severed his own cultivation.

“How did you know?” The hearts of these few jumped. They were somewhat uneasy.

“I see a purple glow within your eyes. You must be disciples of a holy land who cultivate the ‘Purple Qi from the East’ technique,” Ye Fan smiled.

The few relaxed and continued to ask, “Brother Ye survived a great tribulation. I wonder if you’ve recovered now?”

“My cultivation is half-crippled; I can barely survive,” Ye Fan said.

“Is that so? That’s not good news at all…” One of them smiled, adding a little force as he patted Ye Fan's shoulder.

“Are you tired of living?” Li Heishui directly grabbed his arm and threw him out with a bang.

“You… what’s the meaning of this?!” The Purple Mansion disciple immediately turned hostile and angrily shouted.

“I’d like to ask *you* what you mean! Are you being so rude because you think Ye Fan’s cultivation is half-crippled now?” Li Heishui said coldly.

“The Saint Son of the Purple Mansion is our senior brother, and we are disciples of a holy land. Are we not worthy of associating with Brother Ye?” One of them sneered.

“Brother Ye is just our peer. Do we need to look up to him?” Another person also mocked. After learning that Ye Fan had crippled his cultivation, they didn't care at all.

“Half a month ago, even your Saint Son wouldn’t dare to be so rude. If Ye Fan were at his peak, would you dare to openly come and test him like this?” Li Heishui rebuked.

“Has the Saint Body really been deified?” Someone sneered with disdain.

Someone else whispered in a barely audible voice, “A phoenix whose feathers fall is inferior to a chicken. He’s in such a state now, yet he still thinks he has power?”

“You talk too much nonsense! Don’t you just think Ye Fan is half-crippled? I’ll take you all on!” The Black Emperor bellowed, “So what if you’re the Purple Mansion Saint Son’s junior brothers? Come at me, all of you!”

The Purple Mansion Saintess had once been suppressed by Ye Fan, and rumors spread that a Congenital Saint Body Dao Embryo might be born. This greatly angered the Purple Mansion Saint Son, because, barring any accidents, the Saintess was supposed to marry the Saint Son. Naturally, his junior brothers now wanted to avenge him.

Therefore, these individuals were very hostile. Youyue Ancient City was very close to the Purple Mansion Holy Land, so they rushed over immediately.

“What an arrogant dog! Let’s strip its hide. Didn’t it used to bark all day? Now that the Saint Body is crippled, let’s see what it has to rely on!”

The Purple Mansion disciples, whose cultivations were not weak, sneered repeatedly and advanced together, preparing to deal with the big black dog right in front of Ye Fan.

The big black dog didn’t say much. It immediately brought out a jumble of miscellaneous items, surrounding them on the spot. Starry Sky Stones, Divine Blood Soil, and other items shone, sealing off the sky.

“Ignorant youngsters, do you think being the Purple Mansion Saint Son’s junior brothers means you can act as you please? This Emperor will teach you a lesson!”

“You wretched dog, what can you do to us?” they rebuked.

However, the expressions of the few immediately changed. The surrounding scenery transformed drastically, and everything became hazy. Everyone was trapped.

“Ah…” Not long after, screams came from within the array patterns. The Purple Mansion disciples had all been knocked down.

Without a word, Li Heishui rushed in, dragged them out, and started kicking them wildly with his large feet.

“Ah!” The Purple Mansion disciples, with their bodies sealed, could only watch helplessly as those two large feet stomped wildly on them, screaming incessantly.

“How dare you treat us like this? Do you know…”

“Know your head! This Emperor wouldn’t even bother taking people like you as pets. Teaching you a lesson is doing you a favor.” The big black dog barked, personally charging forward, its large paws raking back and forth, breaking several bones with each swipe.

Inside Youyue Ancient City, everyone was dumbfounded. These were disciples of the Purple Mansion, yet they were being brutally beaten like this. These few were truly fierce.

“Isn’t the Saint Body crippled? Yet the people around him are still so fierce. It really leaves one speechless.” Many people muttered to themselves.

“Ah…” The Purple Mansion Holy Land disciples screamed. They had never suffered such a great loss on a normal day.

“This Emperor will send you to the Western Desert to become monks and temper your dispositions!” After thoroughly beating them, the big black dog spoke, activating the chessboard array patterns. With a flash of light, it sent the few away.

Everyone’s hearts pounded. Was what the dog said true or false? Teleporting them to the Western Desert? That’s too exaggerated!

“Damn it, the array patterns are too strange. They all ended up in the Northern Plains.” The big black dog was extremely vexed, clearly having done something unreliable again.

Many cultivators around didn't believe it, thinking it was bragging. Only the Old Madman's hollow eyes flashed with a hint of light as he stared for a few moments.

“You’ve gone too far!”

Just then, a cold voice came. A man in purple robes stood up from a teahouse not far away and strode over.

“The Purple Mansion Saint Son!” someone exclaimed.

In addition, another fair-complexioned man walked over. It was Zhao Fa from the Ziwei Sect, who had a rather refined appearance and a knowing smile.

“Brother Ye, it’s been over half a month since we last met. I learned that this place is closest to the Divine Physician Wang’s secluded residence, so I specifically waited for you here, just for your appearance, as I want to buy that Holy Sword.”

Zhao Fa walked over calmly and composedly, alongside the Purple Mansion Saint Son, his face full of smiles, as if genuinely happy.

Ye Fan also smiled. This person was definitely not good news. At the Feng clan’s banquet, Little Nun had overheard him talking to someone about plotting to seize the Holy Sword and preparing to deal a ruthless blow.

“I don’t want to sell it yet. I want to trade it for a sacred medicine,” Ye Fan directly refused.

Zhao Fa immediately showed displeasure and said, “Brother Ye, do you still need the Holy Sword now? Since you’ve crippled your cultivation, why not sell it?”

“What do you mean by that?” Li Heishui questioned.

The Purple Mansion Saint Son didn’t say much, his gaze icy. He stood to the side, scanning the few individuals.

Zhao Fa unfolded his folding fan with a “snap,” looking composed and sneering coldly, “I want to buy the Holy Sword, and it’s for your own good, Brother Ye. Otherwise, you’ll likely invite disaster.”

“Are you threatening us?” Ye Fan asked, without any hint of anger.

“Not at all, am I that kind of person? I’m just reminding Brother Ye that others might try to snatch it. It’s better to sell it to me sooner,” Zhao Fa said with a deep smile.

He seemed to recall something, his eyes shining brightly, and said, “Your Qilin divine medicine seed should still be with you, right? Why not sell that to us too? Brother Saint Son of Purple Mansion and I are planning to buy them together.”

“I ate the Qilin divine medicine seed, and the Holy Sword isn’t for sale. If you have nothing else, then leave,” Ye Fan said indifferently, feeling utterly repulsed by this person.

The other party truly thought he was “crippled” and began speaking with threats, attempting to seize the treasures on his person. It was truly hateful.

Zhao Fa’s expression immediately turned cold. With a “snap,” he closed his folding fan, and a cold sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“You’ve gone too far with your assertiveness. Where did you teleport my junior brothers?” The Purple Mansion Saint Son suddenly spoke, his expression cold as he stared at the big black dog.

“Sent them to the Northern Plains. Do you want to go reunite with them? Actually, going to the Western Desert is also a good option, you could become a monk there,” the big black dog quipped, glancing at him disdainfully, completely fearless.

“Brother Ye, a great disaster is about to befall you. Don’t you know?” Zhao Fa said with a chilling smile on his face.

“Do you want to make a move on me?” Ye Fan smiled, appearing calm and unconcerned.

Zhao Fa tapped his palm with his folding fan and said, “Am I that kind of person, Zhao Fa? What I want to tell you is that people from the Yin-Yang Sect of Central State have arrived. Do you know what that means?”

Ye Fan’s expression shifted. He had killed the Yin-Yang Saintess, which was an irreconcilable feud. The other party would certainly not let it go.

The Yin-Yang Sect, a supreme great sect of Central State, had not immediately retaliated, mainly because they were forced to retreat due to the pressure from various holy lands. This was because their plundering of talented young children from various sects in the Eastern Wasteland had provoked great anger, making it impossible for them to remain there.

Now, had they returned?

“It is said that they arrived in the central region of the Eastern Wasteland ten days ago. The Yin-Yang Saint Son has come bearing the Yin-Yang Sword, intending to use this terrifying secret treasure to cut off your head,” Zhao Fa chuckled, saying, “At that time, he didn’t even know you were going to cripple your cultivation. Now, it seems he won’t even need the Yin-Yang Sword.”

He then continued, “They are a supreme great sect from Central State and are not particularly wary of the peerless Divine King of the Eastern Wasteland, especially since the Divine King’s whereabouts are unknown. Furthermore, I’ve heard that to ensure your death and establish the Yin-Yang Sect’s prestige, they dispatched several Grand Elders with limited lifespans, fully determined to take your head. Among them are half-step mighty figures, and even true mighty figures who look down on the world.”

“The Yin-Yang Sect dispatched mighty figures to kill me?” Ye Fan’s heart skipped a beat, but he quickly calmed down, stroking his chin and smiling.

Now, with the Old Madman by his side, he had nothing to fear. Even if the supreme sect master of Central State personally came to slay him, they would surely meet their demise!

“Brother Ye, if you sell the Holy Sword and the divine medicine seed, I am willing to offer you a way out,” Zhao Fa said leisurely, not rushing, “At the very least, it can allow you to live for a long time.”

“I already said, the Holy Sword isn’t for sale, and I ate the divine medicine seed,” Ye Fan said coldly.

“Brother Ye, you truly refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. I, Zhao, offer a sincere heart, yet you show no appreciation!” Zhao Fa’s face darkened.

“I don’t want to sell it. Do you intend to force me to buy it?” Ye Fan stared at him.

“Brother Ye, you’d better think carefully!” Zhao Fa sneered, then patted his shoulder, and a trace of hidden force was subtly released.

This was a subtle hidden force that wouldn’t act immediately but could cause someone to vomit blood and suffer severe internal injuries later. He clearly intended to make Ye Fan suffer a great loss.

“Take your hand off me!” Ye Fan’s face darkened.

Beside them, the Purple Mansion Saint Son watched everything indifferently, showing no reaction, neither intervening nor helping.

Zhao Fa’s expression stiffened, and he said, “Brother Ye, your words are a bit too much!”

At this point, he subtly released another trace of hidden force, transmitting it through his palm into Ye Fan’s body.

“Get lost!” Ye Fan’s expression turned icy, his eyes fixed intently on him.

“You told me to get lost?” Zhao Fa’s expression turned frigid, and his hand froze in place.

Everyone else was also astonished. The Divine Physician had already said that the Saint Body could only survive by crippling his cultivation, and he himself had just admitted it. No one expected him to still be so assertive.

Many people were unaware that Zhao Fa had released hidden force, so they were naturally shocked, thinking Ye Fan was simply reacting strongly out of dislike for this person.

“You truly don’t know what’s good for you, Brother Ye. Don’t you regret this!” Zhao Fa sneered, and lightly patted him again.

“Forcibly buying treasures from me counts as good intentions? Releasing hidden force into my body to worsen my injuries, that’s also good intentions?!” Ye Fan’s expression was icy, and his large golden hand suddenly swung out.

Slap!

The crisp sound of a loud slap was incredibly clear. Zhao Fa vomited blood, six or seven teeth flew out, and his entire body was sent flying horizontally, crashing into a nearby wall corner.

A stir!

The crowd erupted in an uproar, all showing astonishment. “Didn’t the Saint Body cripple his cultivation? How did he send Zhao Fa flying with just one slap?”

“You…” Zhao Fa trembled with rage and instantly jumped to his feet.

But then, Ye Fan transformed into a golden streak, using the Heavenly Vortex movement technique to instantly rush forward, and his large golden hand swung over again.

Slap!

Zhao Fa spat blood, three more teeth flew out, and his body was once again sent flying horizontally, crashing into the wall.