Chapter 608: Ambush

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Qishi Mansion, though less than a thousand li in circumference, is magnificent and divine. It gathers ancestral energy from all directions, manifesting a pure land on earth, and is one of the secret strongholds in Central State.

Ye Fan waited outside for several days, occasionally seeing people enter and exit. However, he did not find the Yin-Yang Saintess or Yan Yunluan, even though the scroll he held contained a total of eleven names. In recent years, powerful individuals from Central State, Southern Ridge, and Western Desert had all attacked Li Heishui, humiliating him to the extreme, breaking his breastbone, and crushing both his legs.

Ye Fan waited three days and finally saw a target appear, matching one of the men on the scroll. However, he did not act rashly, to avoid alerting them.

On the fourth day, Pang Bo brought him news: the opportunity was approaching. The mansion's disciples were to undergo a trial, and if all went as expected, the Yin-Yang Saintess, Yan Yunluan, and others would participate.

"Good," Ye Fan declared. "I'll take this opportunity to catch them all. Since they've humiliated Li Heishui like this, I'll settle scores with them." With an ethereal aura, he waved his large sleeves and floated away.

Five days later, a group of people emerged from Qishi Mansion, led by Yan Yunluan. He was a powerful prodigy of the mansion, but the last time he had faced Ye Fan, he was thoroughly disgraced and almost killed by Ye Fan's heavenly tribulation.

"The exotic beast we need to eliminate is an old snake that has cultivated for nine hundred years. Although it hasn't fully transformed, it possesses the power of the First Layer of Xiantai, making it extremely difficult."

"With so many of us, and by setting up innate formation patterns, I don't believe we can't defeat it."

Over five thousand li away, an old snake appeared in a valley. The miasma there was dense, and animal bones were scattered everywhere, along with numerous human remains. This strange creature, entrenched for nine hundred years, had finally cultivated a significant level of power. It had pursued the path of a beast king, never attempting to transform into human form. Recently, it had caused havoc in the region, so Qishi Mansion dispatched its disciples to eliminate it.

The group traveled over forty li from Qishi Mansion. Ahead lay an open area, a plain with many rock formations and sparse vegetation, giving it a somewhat desolate appearance.

"This is Ye Zhetian's territory," one remarked. "Who would have thought he was that Ye Fan? It's a pity we missed the chance back then and couldn't join forces to encircle and kill him earlier."

"I predict he won't live long," another added. "Having offended Wang Teng, who is favored by heaven, he won't come to a good end."

"It's a real shame not to be able to kill him personally," a third muttered. "Humiliating Li Heishui and those others still doesn't appease my anger."

As these people passed through the area, they discussed in low voices, all harboring hostility and dislike for Ye Fan; otherwise, they wouldn't have gathered.

Suddenly, a figure descended from the sky. There were no terrible fluctuations or an overwhelming aura, yet it made everyone tremble as it blocked their path. It was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth, dressed in purple robes, standing with his hands behind his back, blocking everyone's path, a hint of a cold smile on his lips.

"Who are you, what do you want?" a young man asked in a deep voice, stepping forward.

"Kill all of you!" Ye Fan uttered, enunciating each word slowly.

Some immediately burst into laughter. They had never heard of anyone daring to face so many talented individuals alone, especially since they were all elites from the five great domains, inheritors of major sects.

"Have you eaten the guts of an immortal, or did you take the wrong medicine?" one scoffed. "How dare you speak so boastfully? Aren't you afraid of getting your tongue cut off?"

"You ignorant fool who doesn't know death," another added. "You don't even check the almanac before going out, or if you've gone in the wrong direction. How dare you even try to ambush us?"

Many paid him no mind. Few in the current generation dared to be so arrogant, and the person before them was merely sixteen or seventeen, far too young and immature.

"He's Ye Fan!" Yan Yunluan suddenly exclaimed.

"That's right, he's the prodigy from the Eastern Wasteland!" the Yin-Yang Saintess added, her expression turning solemn.

As these words were spoken, the scene instantly fell silent. Everyone who had been speaking shut their mouths. The killer star of the Eastern Wasteland had arrived; the very person they had been discussing was now blocking their path.

Not long ago, they had received many benefits from the Yin-Yang Saintess. At her instigation, they had crushed many of Li Heishui's bones and severely humiliated him, yet they had never felt at ease about it.

Ye Fan sneered. Holy blood surged through his meridians, and a thick golden aura of blood-qi soared from his crown as he scanned everyone.

"I don't understand," he asked in a deep voice. "Some of you don't even know me, so why did you attack Li Heishui?"

"Ye Fan, you are an enemy to the world," said a rogue monk with a golden hoop binding his hair, his face cold and indifferent with several knife scars. "We couldn't stand you, so what can you do if we attacked him?"

"You rogue monk, without an ounce of compassion, harming the innocent," Ye Fan said, stepping forward. "Soon, I will send your soul to Buddha to repent."

"Perhaps it's better if this Buddha sends *your* soul to the afterlife!" the Ascetic Monk retorted, the knife scars on his face twitching slightly, making him appear ferocious.

"One look at you, and it's clear you're a rogue monk," Ye Fan chuckled. "You weren't perhaps an outcast disciple banished from some ancient temple in the Western Desert, were you?"

"You're seeking death!" the Ascetic Monk roared, his hair disheveled, "This Buddha will soon send you to hell to meet Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva!" He seemed to have been struck where it hurt.

With such a powerful figure stepping forward, the others were no longer as afraid. They all prepared for battle, each summoning their magic treasures for protection.

Yan Yunluan was their leader and naturally stood at the very front. The last time he had undergone tribulation to kill Ye Fan, he had unexpectedly been almost struck dead by the lightning. Not only had he failed to break through, but he had also nearly been crippled. He had recuperated for nearly half a year before making another breakthrough, displaying an incomparable physique and an almost monstrous talent in cultivation.

"Ye Zhetian, do you dare to fight me fairly and openly today?"

"You're not good enough!" Ye Fan said, glancing at him. These three words made Yan Yunluan's expression change dramatically. When had he ever been so belittled?

"Everyone, what are we waiting for?" the Saintess of the Yin-Yang Sect transmitted her voice. "This is a rare opportunity! Let's join forces to kill him and seize the Root of All Things Source Qi!" Her beautiful hair flowed like clouds, and her face was like a blooming flower, yet she sneered repeatedly.

Now that they had met in an unavoidable confrontation, it was impossible to say she felt no fear. However, at present, there was no other choice but to rally everyone to attack together, or she would surely die.

"I killed your Yin-Yang Sect's previous Saint Son and Saintess," Ye Fan retorted. "And you, this substitute Saintess, still haven't learned your lesson. This time, everything is because of you. Today, I'll give your old sect master another grand gift: I'll take your head."

"Everyone, let's kill him together!" another person shouted. Currently, Ye Fan's name was renowned throughout the region; no one dared to fight him alone, except for those of true prodigy level.

"No need to fear! Cut off his head!" a scholar in white robes declared, stepping forward, his eyes sinister. "What's a Sacred Body anyway? So many of us are enough to kill him!" He made the first move, unleashing a shower of five-colored stones and hurling them at Ye Fan.

They had no other choice but to join forces; fighting alone would surely lead to disaster.

"Hmph!"

Ye Fan let out a cold snort, leaving an afterimage where he stood. A golden fist shattered all the five-colored stones, and in a blink of an eye, he was upon them.

"Not good, retreat quickly!"

The others cried out, each unleashing their magic treasures and attacking Ye Fan to save the scholar in white from his perilous situation. However, it was all too late. Ye Fan intended to give them a forceful warning. His Movement Incantation was unrivaled; he arrived in an instant, his golden fist shattering the divine power barrier as easily as breaking glass.

Ye Fan's punch pierced through the scholar in white's chest. With a slight tremor, the body split apart, its pieces scattering in all directions, while Ye Fan stood perfectly still, his purple robes unstained by blood.

A large net, fiery red like clouds and blazing fiercely, descended from the sky, falling towards Ye Fan. A five-colored feather fan, with a gentle wave, caused mountains to collapse and tsunamis to rage, as five-colored divine light engulfed the heavens and earth. A large bell, with a forceful tremor, shattered the void, sending innumerable bell waves surging forward.

The space between heaven and earth almost boiled as everyone attacked Ye Fan simultaneously, unwilling to give him any chance, for otherwise, everyone present would surely die. However, the battle was very unfavorable for them. Ye Fan moved through them as if he were in an uninhabited land, directly clashing with their magic treasures.

The large red net, twinkling like myriad stars, shattered into pieces in the void.

After the silver bell collided with the golden fist, innumerable bell waves spread out, but in the end, the precious bell shattered into more than a dozen pieces and fell from the sky.

"Ah!" Finally, another person screamed, slapped into a bloody pulp by Ye Fan.

"What's happening? Is that Ye Zhetian? He's ambushing Yan Yunluan and the Yin-Yang Saintess!" Some figures appeared in the distant sky, all showing expressions of shock. This place was only over forty li from Qishi Mansion, and people venturing out occasionally passed by, naturally witnessing the great battle unfolding.

"The prodigy of the Eastern Wasteland has arrived!" Ever since Ye Fan's identity was exposed, everyone had been guessing when he would return, never imagining that day would come so quickly.

"Almost all young powerhouses from the five great domains have entered Qishi Mansion," someone observed. "Only he hadn't come, and now he has finally reappeared. Let's see who is weaker and who is stronger."

In the blink of an eye, dozens of figures appeared in the distant sky, all observing the battle.

Ye Fan's large golden palm swung, again slapping another powerful individual to death. Now, those who were besieging him all felt fear in their hearts, and many began to contemplate retreat.

Finally, someone could not bear the torment and fled into the distant sky. Where there was one, there were quickly a second and a third.

"Who dares to flee?"

Ye Fan held the Myriad Sorrow Bow, drawing the bowstring into the shape of a full moon. His strength surged to its peak, reaching the Eight Forbidden realm. A golden rainbow shot out, traveling several li to pursue its target. With a sickening thud, a spray of blood erupted, and that person instantly disintegrated into a bloody mist. Next, a second arrow shot out, another golden light flying to catch up with another person. There was another soft sound, and flesh and shattered bones exploded as that person died a violent death. Ye Fan fired three consecutive arrows, and the first three people to flee were all shot dead, their bodies shattering in the void. One could only imagine the terrifying power!

"One arrow, one Saint Son!"

In the distant sky, everyone was shaken. Such combat power made people tremble. Except for a select few, who among the younger generation could truly contend with him?

"Everyone, don't run! Fight him!" the Yin-Yang Saintess shouted. "This place is very close to Qishi Mansion. The Northern Emperor will soon receive news and will personally kill him then! If we scatter now, not a single one of us will survive."

"First, I'll send you on your way!" A hint of cold indifference hung on Ye Fan's lips. He drew his bow and aimed an arrow at the substitute Saintess, immediately making her beautiful face turn pale with horror.

An arrow shot forth, as swift and fierce as a golden snake. With a sickening thud, a blossom of blood bloomed on the Yin-Yang Saintess's forehead as the arrow pierced clean through. Her beautiful face, stained with specks of blood, lost all light in its eyes. She died instantly, slowly collapsing to the ground.

"Don't kill us, spare our lives!"

"It has nothing to do with us; we were just invited and didn't make a move."

I'm at my wit's end with Baidu.I'm genuinely defeated.