Chapter 707: Passing Through the Myriad Flowers

A golden light shot up, and a primordial spirit flew out, transforming into a small Golden Crow that flapped its wings towards the sky.

Ye Fan extended his right hand, like a soaring azure dragon, and seized it. The golden primordial spirit struggled, then instantly shattered, becoming a wisp of smoke and mist that dissipated into the air.

In the distant North Sea, in a vast black ocean, Lu Ya's true body trembled, and two sharp divine rays shot from his eyes, gazing towards Luzhou.

"Who killed my avatar?"

In the black ocean, waves surged, and various powerful ancient beasts roamed, making it far more dangerous than the land, with no shortage of ancient sky demon variants.

"Since the Great Emperor disappeared, even the immortal divine medicines have vanished. Now, the legendary unique immortal divine tree shows signs of existence. This matter is crucial; I will settle the karma later!" Lu Ya's true body flashed and disappeared into the depths of the North Sea, vanishing in the blink of an eye.

On the Skywolf Howling Moon Platform, eighty-one golden banners fell from the sky, clanging against the ground, sparks flying. Each banner shone brilliantly.

Lu Ya's avatar was dead, torn apart by Ye Fan, but these treasured banners remained undamaged. They were clearly divine artifacts; otherwise, they could not have caused five sect masters to bleed on them in the past.

"The Golden Crow Clan's Golden Treasured Banners!"

Many people's eyes turned red instantly, wishing they could rush forward and seize them. In the past, Lu Ya had swept through various regions with these banners, invincible wherever he went, striking fear into many hearts in Luzhou.

Each banner was embroidered with a Golden Crow, resplendent and lifelike. Passed down since ancient times, they had never been destroyed, which was sufficient testament to their extraordinary nature.

Yet now, despite their desire, no one dared to seize them, for they were a hot potato; whoever acquired them would face great calamity.

Not to mention Ye Fan, whose strength was unfathomable, having just slain two Golden Crow Princes. Just the thought of the future deterred anyone from acting rashly; if the Golden Crow Clan sought retribution, it would be immense trouble, likely leading to a bloody mess.

On the broken platform, silence reigned. People knew that this time, the heavens had been stirred; this young man named Ye Fan had caused an earth-shattering commotion.

In this battle, two Golden Crow Princes were beheaded, and more than a dozen Golden Crow experts were killed by arrows. This was a seismic event that would cause a huge uproar.

How powerful was the Golden Crow Clan? With the Ninth Prince slain, how could his elder brothers accept this? People seemed to already envision a situation where all nine Golden Crows would emerge, causing chaos in the world.

Furthermore, what kind of person was the old Golden Crow of that clan? He was a ruthless character who, in his youth, dared to snatch a goddess from the Human King Palace. Now, his cultivation had reached profound levels, and no one knew how terrifying he truly was.

"The Golden Crow Clan has countless masters and an abundance of supreme experts; a great upheaval is imminent!"

Everyone realized that this young man named Ye Fan would stir up a storm and become the focus of worldwide attention.

In this place, there were many descendants of great sects and some heavenly maidens. All of them looked at Ye Fan with unusual expressions; this was a person who dared to challenge the Golden Crow Divine Dynasty, making it difficult for them to remain calm.

This battle shook Skywolf Mountain Villa, and the cultivators of Luzhou were greatly astonished. Ye Fan's name became renowned throughout the world in a single battle, known in all directions.

The old Wolf God could no longer sit still. He emerged from an ancient palace, appearing alongside several intimidating old cultivators, personally arriving at the scene.

People exclaimed, recognizing several of the elders, one of whom was the Deputy Palace Master of the Human King Palace, already three thousand one hundred years old.

Although the others were not recognized, it was imaginable that they all held astonishing statuses, being world-shaking figures of this caliber; otherwise, they would not be walking together.

"Two Golden Crow Princes are dead..." The old Wolf God stared blankly, not expecting the matter to escalate so severely.

Everyone knew that the situation had become uncontrollable; the Golden Crow Clan would undoubtedly unleash their thunderous wrath.

However, the person involved was completely unfazed. He descended onto the enormous platform, collected the eighty-one golden banners, and examined them carefully.

Shimmering golden light flew out, illuminating Ye Fan's entire body, making him appear crystalline. The banners unfurled, emitting an ancient, primordial aura, and the Golden Crows embroidered on them seemed as if they wished to emerge from the cloth.

Ye Fan was surprised; these were truly treasures. No wonder they could trap and kill five sect masters. If he hadn't possessed the 'All' character secret art, he would likely have suffered a bitter defeat if trapped within the banner formation.

"Esteemed Daoist friend..." The old Wolf God weighed his words, speaking as an equal, but then found himself at a loss for what to say.

With Ye Fan demonstrating such power, naturally, no one present wished to offend or trouble him. The Golden Crow Clan would act on their own; others did not want to get involved in the messy situation.

Finally, people returned to Skywolf Mountain Villa, and the birthday banquet began. Many occasionally glanced at Ye Fan, finding him strange, but few dared to sit with him.

People knew that this was either a fleeting phenomenon or the rise of a peerless genius. If he could withstand the Golden Crow Clan, his future achievements would be immeasurable.

Would he become another Yin Tiande, or would his talent lead to an early demise? This was the question in everyone's mind.

"Brother, you've caused such great trouble, yet you remain so composed. I admire that." Finally, a handsome young man dressed in moon-white precious robes walked over.

"Aren't you afraid of the Golden Crow Clan's wrath by sitting with me?" Ye Fan chuckled.

This was a charming man with a captivating smile, very appealing to young women. He had sparkling white teeth, refined manners, and an elegant aura.

Many looked over, especially some women, whispering and discussing something softly.

"Even if I were to duel you right now, the Golden Crow Clan wouldn't have any goodwill towards me." His white robes were picturesque, his demeanor as refined as jade, and his smile full of charm.

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because I am a refined person who once traveled with the Golden Crow Clan's little princess for a period. They would love to flay me alive."

Ye Fan smiled. This elegant and uninhibited man in white robes indeed possessed character and confidence.

"I am Yan Yixi," the man in white introduced himself, saying, "Heaven and earth bear witness, I truly did nothing to offend the Golden Crow Clan."

"He's the famous Yan Yixi, who passes through a garden of ten thousand flowers without a single leaf clinging to him."

"So he is Young Master Yixi, traversing the six desires of the mundane world, cultivating an emotionless heart."

Ye Fan was surprised. Yan Yixi was far from simple; one could glean as much from people's discussions alone: he traversed the mundane world alone, cultivating an unshaken Dao heart.

This person was very powerful. Lu Ya and Daoist San Que had both pursued him for eighty thousand li, but he had always escaped. He was a prodigy of the younger generation, with unfathomable strength.

Hearing the discussions, Ye Fan couldn't help but laugh, saying, "What abominable things have you done to incur such widespread resentment?"

"I am a person who appreciates all beautiful things, especially beautiful women. I consider them the most beautiful scenery in the world and always view them with an appreciative eye, yet I am always misunderstood," Yan Yixi sighed.

Isn't he just a lecher? Ye Fan muttered inwardly. No wonder Lu Ya pursued him. Traveling with the Golden Crow Clan's little princess—anyone would be infuriated by such a scoundrel.

"Do not judge my flawless Dao heart with your impure gaze. Heaven and Earth bear witness, I have truly never wronged a single woman," Yan Yixi said.

From the hushed discussions of others, Ye Fan learned that this person was not actually lewd. Although his companions were always beauties capable of toppling cities, he never acted improperly, discussing feelings and scenery with great elegance.

He passed through a garden of ten thousand flowers without a single leaf clinging to him, appearing both emotional and emotionless. He occasionally had romantic encounters, refining his heart amidst the six desires of the mundane world, solely to seek the Dao.

In any case, he was an extraordinary prodigy. All his companions were beauties from across the land, and he was very popular with women. Of course, some were heartbroken by him, and others hated him to the bone, which had led to many incidents.

"Brother Ye, you killed the Golden Crow Ninth Prince. Aren't you afraid of imminent disaster? The Golden Crow Clan is powerful enough to look down upon the world," Yan Yixi said with a slight smile, his divine splendor evident.

"Even you, who has a dubious relationship with the Golden Crow Clan's little princess, can survive. My luck can't be that bad, can it?" Ye Fan chuckled.

"My relationship with the Golden Crow Princess is very pure."

"Yes, as pure as ice and snow, melting into muddy water the moment it touches fire. Go tell that to Lu Ya." Although it was their first meeting, Ye Fan's impression of him wasn't bad, and he spoke without reservations.

"Alas, in this world, those who appreciate beautiful things are always misunderstood. Is this the sorrow of the era, or my own helplessness?" Yan Yixi said.

"There is a type of rogue in this world, known by the refined term 'flower thief,' who would feel a kinship with you and certainly wouldn't lack understanding."

"A true gentleman is naturally uninhibited, but not lewd. Don't lump me in with those unskilled individuals," Yan Yixi retorted earnestly.

In the distance, many showed strange expressions and began to whisper, finding it very surprising that these two individuals were sitting together.

"Brother Ye, did you come to Skywolf Mountain Villa for that page of ancient divine scripture?" Yan Yixi asked softly, raising his cup.

"What?" Ye Fan was startled.

"You really are in the right place at the right time," Yan Yixi said, surprised, then mumbled, "The Golden Crow Ninth Prince was truly unlucky to have met you."

"Ancient divine scripture... What's going on?" Ye Fan pressed.

"It is said that Daoist San Que will exchange half a page of scripture with the Human King Palace's half a page, to jointly comprehend the Great Dao."

In the Nether Ridge, there is an ancient Daoist temple named Longevity, whose lineage is so ancient that its origin cannot be traced. It has only ever had a few members in each generation, but they are extremely powerful, and no one dares to provoke them.

Legend has it that they possess half a page of an ancient scripture, extremely mysterious, containing supreme Dao principles. The Human King Palace also has half a page, and it is said that the two can be combined, holding the profound mysteries of immortality.

Longevity and immortality—who wouldn't desire them? But from ancient times until now, who has achieved it? Even the ancient Great Emperors had to die. This mysterious page of ancient scripture naturally attracted attention and was coveted by everyone.

If the ancient Longevity Daoist Temple and the Human King Palace hadn't existed since ancient times and been so formidable, it would have been snatched away long ago. Now that the incomplete scriptures are about to be combined, it naturally draws worldwide attention.

"The Deputy Palace Master of the Human King Palace is passing through this area, and who knows how many eyes are watching him," Yan Yixi said.

"Could it really be half a page of an immortal scripture?!" Ye Fan stroked his chin, looking towards the ancient Skywolf Pavilion.

"So, are you interested? We can go and take a look; I'm sure it will be very lively," Yan Yixi said with a smile.

"If you ask me to come along, aren't you afraid of encountering the Golden Crow Clan? You might suffer greatly by being with me then."

"Precisely because you are more hated, I want to travel with you. If we really encounter them, they will surely abandon me to chase after you," Yan Yixi chuckled, glowing like divine jade, leaving several girls at the neighboring table somewhat dazed.

"You lecher!" Ye Fan cursed.

The Falling Star River, tens of thousands of li long, was famous in Luzhou. Legend had it that many ancient stars had fallen into it. Its waters contained the power of the stars, and it shimmered brightly every night.

It was a night of the full moon. Ye Fan and Yan Yixi sat on a small boat, drinking under the moonlight. Several days had passed since they left Skywolf Mountain Villa.

"It seems we haven't taken the wrong direction. We are indeed on the Falling Star River. Look, some powerful cultivators are appearing," Yan Yixi said.

Suddenly, countless petals drifted down from the sky, each one crystalline, exceptionally beautiful under the moonlight, and fragrant.

A jade carriage, like a divine moon, swept across the sky, enveloped by the shower of crystalline petals. Immortal qi permeated the air, making it incredibly dreamlike under the bright moon.

Yan Yixi looked up, his expression unusual, as if he were gazing at the world's most beautiful treasure.

"What's wrong? Who is that?" Ye Fan asked.

"That is the most beautiful woman from the Ziwei Ancient Star Domain, bar none. She is the foremost beauty of this era, and also the future Dao partner of Yin Tiande, your unparalleled great enemy, who is capable of overwhelming all sect masters in the world."