Chapter 677: The Ji Clan

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"You demand an explanation from me, a justification?" the Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family asked sinisterly.

"Cut the nonsense. Why did you suddenly attack me, indiscriminately using an ultimate imperial weapon to kill me?" Ye Fan retorted impolitely, a surge of anger rising within him. Just moments ago, the other party had clearly intended to kill him, unleashing a wisp of ultimate imperial power. How many in this world could have dodged that? What was particularly contemptible was ambushing a junior.

"You're audacious enough to cause trouble in my Ji family. Is that reason enough?" The Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family's eyes were malevolent.

"Eighth Ji, is that your reason?" Ye Fan demanded.

"Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family, you've gone too far! What kind of reason is that? This battle was permitted by your family head, yet you intervened at a crucial moment to kill Ye Fan. Are you bullying him with your authority?" Old Daoist Red Dragon's face darkened. He had emerged from seclusion specifically for Ye Fan's sake this time and would naturally not stand by idly.

"While it's true he was in a decisive battle with Wang Teng, he wantonly slaughtered many innocent people and now intends to attack Brother Cheng Kun and others. If that's not causing trouble, what is?"

"Are you blind, unable to see the truth? Those few people attacked him first; Ye Fan was merely defending himself!" The Monkey stepped forward, speaking even more impolitely, unconcerned by the fact that he was in the Ji family's presence.

The Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family felt his anger flare, but he did not erupt. The Monkey's identity was too sensitive; with the ancient myriad races about to emerge, he was the former Holy Prince. Even though the old Battle Saint Emperor had passed away, harming him would still likely lead to immense trouble.

"Wang Teng and I were in a decisive battle, with our lives left to fate. Others interfered without cause and attacked me. Yet you didn't stop them; instead, you showed such blatant favoritism, even using an ultimate imperial weapon to kill me. What right do you have?!" Ye Fan's words were utterly disrespectful.

"Boy, are you looking for death? Provoking me in my Ji family, you deserve to die a hundred times over," the Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family said chillingly.

"Is this how the Ji family operates? Everyone here witnessed it. You tried to kill me for no reason, and in the end, you accuse me of provocation? What kind of logic is that?" Ye Fan's voice was loud.

"One reason is enough to kill you: engaging in conflict, stirring up trouble, and wantonly killing in my Ji family. You deserve death," the Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family stated.

"What else can you do besides making baseless accusations? Do you presume that as a member of an ancient aristocratic family, you can arbitrarily oppress fellow cultivators? Do you truly believe yourself to be the master of the Ji family, or do you simply mean you call all the shots in this household?" Ye Fan swept his gaze across many people.

"Eighth Ancestor, why are you doing this?" Ji Ziyue stepped forward gracefully, her red lips parting slightly as she said, "Three years ago, Ye Fan saved my brother's life and mine in the Central Lands' Immortal Mansion World. How could you do such a thing?"

"Enough! Eighth Ancestor, stand down!" The Ji family's Saint Lord's face darkened as he rebuked the Eighth Ancestor.

"Family Head…" The Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family wanted to say something. His most beloved descendant, Ji Hui, had been killed by Ye Fan in the Southern Domain years ago, and he had always sought an opportunity to eliminate Ye Fan. Today, with Ye Fan willingly coming to their door, it was a rare chance for him.

"Stand down!" The Ji family's Saint Lord's tone intensified.

"From ancient times until now, no Sacred Body has ever achieved enlightenment and become an Emperor; they have always been merely a foil." The Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family said these words to Ye Fan, then flicked his sleeve and departed.

"Even if he's a foil, he's the most brilliant one. He'll certainly be second only to the greatest. What major power can't he eradicate?" Pang Bo muttered. He actually wanted to say "eradicate an ancient aristocratic family," but he swallowed the words back, lest it be too obvious and make many in the Ji family uncomfortable. Even so, the Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family glared over, staring at him and Ye Fan for a long moment before flicking his sleeve and departing.

The Northern Emperor was defeated. Even now, people could hardly believe this fact. The foremost figure among the younger generation of the Northern Plains had been slain just like that; it felt too unreal. It should be noted that Ye Fan's absolute combat power was indeed inferior to the Northern Emperor's, and the gap was not small. Yet, such a result left many people stunned.

Ye Fan had faced many formidable foes and endured numerous deadly trials. Undoubtedly, the Northern Emperor was the most powerful among them, but the threat posed by this battle was not particularly strong, seemingly inconsistent with the Northern Emperor's title. Relying on the black gourd and the bronze coffin, and circulating various cultivation techniques, he firmly suppressed Wang Teng, giving him no chance to unleash his combat power. The battle ended almost as soon as it began. Wang Teng had inherited the legacy of the Great Emperor of Chaos, but he had only just displayed two imperial techniques. Without a chance to unleash the earth-shattering follow-up miraculous techniques, he was shattered just like that.

Not only the Wang family mourned, but other spectators also felt regret. The Northern Emperor, whose combat power made even older generations tremble, had suffered a truly regrettable defeat. This was not his true standard.

The golden ancient chariot floated, its divine radiance undiminished, with true dragons, divine phoenixes, white tigers, and black tortoises entwined around it. One had to admit, this chariot was truly mysterious. At this moment, Wang Teng's flesh and shattered bones clung to the chariot's body. The sight of them fused with such a sacred chariot created a stark, horrifying contrast.

Ye Fan had been unable to obtain the 'Before' character secret of the Nine Secrets; this secret might have vanished from the world forever, leaving him feeling helpless and incredibly regretful. Furthermore, he wanted to burn down the golden ancient chariot, destroying everything completely without leaving a trace. However, he had no chance to act at that moment, as the Eighth Ancestor of the Ji family had interrupted everything.

Everyone returned to the spacious hall cast from refined gold. All eyes on Ye Fan had changed; his ability to beat the Northern Emperor to death alive made even the Saint Lords feel awestruck. The Southern Demon stared repeatedly at the bronze coffin beside Ye Fan but said nothing, pondering in silence. Qi Huoshui, on the other hand, was incredibly astonished, unable to stop staring as if she didn't recognize Ye Fan. She truly hadn't expected Ye Fan to kill the Northern Emperor, who was as renowned as her own brother. Her small, cherry-like mouth was wide open.

On the other side, the Saintess of Yaochi walked over gracefully, smiling slightly and nodding at Ye Fan. They had known each other for a long time, so there was much goodwill between them. "Be careful!" The fairy from Yaochi gathered her voice into a thread, transmitting it into Ye Fan's ear, leaving a faint fragrance as she walked aside.

Zi Tiandu was in another corner, continuously pondering and muttering to himself in the ancient divine language. He found the appearance of the black gourd hard to believe and was extremely excited. His sister, with hair like purple clouds and skin as white as jade, was also observing Ye Fan, a trace of an enigmatic smile playing on her lips. She asked, "Can this person contend with our clan's Ancestor King in the future?"

"Who can say what the future holds? Wang Teng had boundless potential, yet he still perished. The human race is formidable, but this man won't live long," Zi Tiandu sneered.

"Don't make a move yet; observe for a while." The purple-haired maiden smiled faintly, her ethereal grace brightening the surrounding space.

"The Sacred Body is irresistible; his growth is unstoppable now," a sect master-level figure in another corner sighed.

"Not necessarily," another person interjected. "Anything can happen in this world; heaven-defying prodigies have always been prone to early demise."

"I imagine no one would dare to act recklessly now. Offending a Sacred Body with such boundless potential means living in his shadow for the next ten thousand years."

"You're mistaken," someone else countered. "If the Ji family wanted to kill him now, it would be as easy as turning over one's hand. Under the Void Mirror, no soul can survive! If they were determined to act, even a Saint might not be able to stop them. This is a very good opportunity."

Many people's expressions shifted. If the Ji family turned hostile now, they could absolutely ensure the Sacred Body perished here. One reason would be enough if they truly wanted to kill him.

In the distance, more people were discussing the recent battle, all finding it incredibly impressive. The fact that both had mastered the Nine Secrets was now no longer a secret. Many people looked at Ye Fan with strange gazes. This was a young man with immense potential; once he achieved great success, he could live for ten thousand years, and their future descendants would have to live under his supreme sacred might. Awe for ten millennia! Whenever they considered this possibility, a tremendous pressure arose in their hearts. It was truly like a colossal mountain, leaving many breathless and worried for their future generations.

In the great hall, people gathered in small groups of three or five, or seven or eight, with those of similar acquaintance congregating to discuss their preferred topics. However, many gazes periodically turned towards Ye Fan. This battle would surely spread his renown far and wide, throughout the five domains, making an immense impact. The rise of the Sacred Body would be like the sun at its zenith, likely commanding the world's attention and becoming the focus of global scrutiny for a long time to come.

"He's still so young; his future achievements are unpredictable!"

"The Yin-Yang Sect is in trouble; the entire sect probably won't be able to sleep."

"The path to becoming a Great Emperor is strewn with bones. For a long time to come, if there are imperial battles, many will likely fall at his feet."

The news spread instantly, shaking the Southern Domain. Everyone who had been following the battle was shocked. The battle's outcome rapidly spread everywhere, reaching the vast Eastern Wasteland and further afield to the Central Lands, Southern Ridge, and other regions. The two words 'Sacred Body' now carried immense weight.

"Ah, the Sacred Body! His rise is unstoppable!" This was everyone's first reaction upon hearing the news. Having slain even the Northern Emperor, who could possibly block his path now?

In the great hall, Ji Ziyue was like a sprite, her charming smile and sparkling eyes captivating. She was truly a favored child of heaven, embodying myriad divine graces, with bright eyes, white teeth, and an aura of captivating spiritual energy. Ye Fan walking beside her drew many sideways glances. Many wondered: Why had the Sacred Body come? To relieve Ji Ziyue's worries, to slay the Northern Emperor—and now he had truly done it. Many thoughts arose in people's minds.

On the other side of the hall, the Wang family members were filled with sorrow and rage, yet they had no means to act. The treasure in Ye Fan's hand was too terrifying; once the black gourd emerged, it scorched everything, leaving no way to stop it.

"Teng'er died too unjustly! Rest assured, I will avenge you!" Wang Chengkun hissed lowly, like a night owl.

On the golden ancient chariot, the fragmented flesh and bones, still glittering with immortal divine radiance, trembled as if possessed by a spirit.

Clang!

Suddenly, a bell chimed, exceptionally piercing. Everyone in the Ji family heard it. The Ji family's Saint Lord's complexion instantly changed, and he said, "Please excuse me, everyone." He left in a hurry, and several elders also changed their expressions, quickly heading out and flying together towards the deepest, most vital area of the Ji family.

Others had not yet sensed anything, but Ye Fan keenly detected a trace of abnormality. He sighed, placing the bronze coffin upright in front of him, realizing he would have to use it after all.

"Is this the will of the entire Ji clan, or just a portion of them intending to act? Are they going to strangle the Sacred Body today, killing him in his cradle?!" Several living fossils also sensed the anomaly.