Chapter 942: Reverse Slash Road

**Chapter 943: Slaying the Path in Reverse**

When it saw Ye Fan again, the little squirrel, like an amethyst, had teary eyes. Its large eyes fluttered as it darted over, clinging to Ye Fan, then quickly hiding behind him, only half its small head peeking out timidly to glance forward.

Xu Ye, that girl, was very lively. She rushed over like a little whirlwind, flailing her arms, laughing continuously, and trying to catch the purple squirrel.

In recent days, Ye Fan had been constantly traveling. He had journeyed south for Pang Bo's matter, going all over the place, and hadn't kept the little squirrel with him, leaving it at Xu Qiong's home in B City.

Without a doubt, such a tiny creature would capture everyone's attention anywhere. Its fur was like silk, shimmering and translucent with a purple glow, immediately captivating Xu Ye.

It could be said that whether eating or sleeping, she would hold this amethyst-like little creature, never letting it out of her sight. This level of enthusiasm truly frightened the little one.

Before Ye Fan left, he had instructed it not to display its divine powers or any cultivation. Thus, the little purple creature could never escape the "devil's clutches," experiencing both pain and happiness.

It wasn't used to being held. It had always been alone under the moonlight, facing ancient Buddhas, absorbing vital energy, always in a state of naive confusion, utterly pure.

These days, the only thing that made it happy was eating many delicious things, surpassing any previous delicacies. If not for that, the little one might have long since escaped.

This was also why it was now teary-eyed upon seeing Ye Fan; it was genuinely afraid of that little "demon girl," hiding behind him, only one large eye peeking out, constantly glancing.

"Xiao Yezi, how have you been tormenting Little Pine? How did you scare it like this?" Ye Fan asked. "Little Pine" was the name he had given the little purple creature.

"I've been so good to Little Pine, but it's ungrateful! It infuriates me!" The girl wasn't that young anymore; she was sixteen or seventeen, with a slender build, almost taller than her mother, but still incredibly lively, bouncing around trying to catch Little Pine.

From Little Pine's perspective, that delicate and beautiful face was no different from a horned demon. It tearfully asked Ye Fan if it could return to its little nest in the stone mountain.

Seeing the little one so aggrieved, Ye Fan quickly comforted it, patiently explaining that he wouldn't abandon it again.

The fragments of the suet jade vase sparked heated discussions in the collecting world. Jiade Auction House treated them as rare treasures, and every auction garnered significant attention.

After receiving part of the funds, Ye Fan asked Xu Qiong to help him buy a somewhat old villa in a quiet area. Since he was back, he naturally needed a place to live, an environment where he wouldn't be disturbed often.

Today, they needed to buy some daily necessities, and Xu Ye volunteered to come with her parents to help Ye Fan choose items.

Not long after Ye Fan went out with Little Pine, he was stopped multiple times by people asking what the little purple-glowing creature on his shoulder was. It was incredibly annoying.

Some even threatened to report him, claiming he was privately keeping an endangered animal, saying such a rare treasure should be reported to the state and carefully protected.

By the end of the day, Ye Fan was truly exhausted from dealing with it. Some people, overflowing with sympathy, even called the police, demanding the rescue of an endangered species.

Everything finally quieted down. Ye Fan carved array patterns inside the old, dilapidated villa and took out a dust-repelling bead, making the place spotless.

Little Pine was finally free. However, it was still somewhat afraid of Ye Fan, looking at him timidly. It carefully peeled an acorn, holding the nut with its tiny paws, and with its head tilted up, offered it to him ingratiatingly, its large, pure, black-gem-like eyes sparkling.

"You don't need to be afraid of me. To live is to be free; don't shackle yourself. If you don't feel comfortable, I can send you back to the Tibetan area to continue your carefree life," Ye Fan said, stroking its head.

He didn't know why, but sometimes he found the little creature quite pathetic. Its innocence, ignorance, and timidity were a manifestation of something deep within its heart, filled with reverence for fate.

Little Pine seemed to understand a little but not fully. Still, it finally relaxed somewhat, secretly glancing at Ye Fan while obediently sitting there, peeling a nut.

"Be as you were before, don't be afraid. Here, this is for you," Ye Fan said, taking out a Red Moon Fruit. It was crescent-shaped, entirely crimson and crystal-clear, with a fragrant aroma.

The little purple creature's large eyes immediately lit up, rolling continuously, and it cautiously asked, "Is this really for me?"

"Of course it's real. Don't be so reserved from now on. I am your master; you can think of me as family," Ye Fan comforted it.

Its deep-seated unease finally vanished. It suddenly became lively, rolling around with the Red Moon Fruit, giggling foolishly and carefree. Its pure appearance was almost heartwarming.

"Clang!"

Ye Fan cut off a small piece of Great Luo Silver Essence, refined it through countless forging cycles, and, using his own cultivation, finally cast a silver bell. It was small, shaped like a tiny bell, the only difference being that something was suspended inside to strike and make a sound.

He was very meticulous. The Great Luo Silver Essence formed the bell wall, only about the size of a finger joint. Then he miniaturized the small stone Buddha, refined it into a clapper, and placed it inside.

The little purple creature had accompanied the small stone Buddha since childhood and had developed deep affection for it. Now that Ye Fan had refined such a treasure for it and taught it how to store it within its body, it was overjoyed.

Not to mention on Earth, even in the Big Dipper starfield, this treasure was an astonishing divine artifact. A "bell" cast from Great Luo Silver Essence with the mysterious small stone Buddha as its "clapper" was unparalleled in the world.

Moonlight, like water, streamed down. Little Pine spat out the treasure, stood by the window, and, using the bell's Buddhist light, drew in the moonlight to cultivate.

It was very intelligent. Though innocent, it understood the benefits of this cultivation method and possessed great perseverance, never wasting time each night.

Ye Fan did not go against its nature. With his current cultivation, making it rapidly advance would not have been difficult, yet he didn't do so. The path of cultivation requires step-by-step progression; a solid foundation is fundamental. Otherwise, there would be great trouble later, like a towering building collapsing overnight due to its weak foundation.

All he could do was guide it and impart the method; the cultivation itself still depended on the little one.

"Tonight, I will impart to you a section of the Demon Emperor's Ancient Scripture." Ye Fan had previously discussed cultivation with Pang Bo, comparing ancient scriptures, and thus knew a lot about the Azure Emperor's texts.

Combining the Dao Scripture with the Demon Emperor's texts, he specifically created a cultivation method for the little one. It could be said that as soon as the method was formed, it triggered thunder, as the Great Dao itself resonated.

"This section is no weaker than any other demon scripture; its starting point is very high. In the future, it will be up to you."

It must be said that the little purple creature was exceptionally intelligent. It firmly remembered the method and was soon able to apply it, mobilizing its own cultivation.

Soon, news came from India. After several high lamas returned and reported in detail, the 190-year-old monk was moved and arranged to come east with two other peers.

The auction of the suet jade vase fragments drew attention. Two pieces were bought by Indian high lamas, and then three more fragments were successively acquired by a young man.

The involvement of high lamas naturally added more mystique to the suet jade pure vase. Many collectors no longer harbored extravagant hopes of collecting all pieces to form a complete vase; now, merely possessing a single fragment was a source of pride.

"Good, I'll use the vase fragments to see if I can draw some people out," Ye Fan murmured to himself.

Time could fade everything, and after so many days, the sorrow in Ye Fan's heart remained, but he was no longer immersed in it to the point of being unable to extricate himself.

In recent days, he often brewed a cup of green tea. In his leisure, he would recite the Huangting Scripture and read the Nanhua Scripture when lonely. His mind gradually became clear and empty, and he often gazed at the starry sky at night.

Dao Slaying!

He knew it wouldn't be long. If he wished, he could step into it at any time. However, after recent great ups and downs and achieving a calm state of mind, he suddenly felt that eradicating the obsessions in his heart was not his path.

"Whether it's those on this side of the starry sky or those on the other shore, I will not sever them, not even forget them for a while."

Although he had returned, his parents were no longer there, intensifying his inner obsessions. And on the other side of the starry sky, so many old friends, so many past events, were unforgettable, yet he could not go back.

"If I sever any one of them, I could immediately step into Immortal Stage Three, but I won't do that..."

Ye Fan shook his head. He had too many obsessions. It was easy to say "Dao Slaying"—one only needed to choose a path, firmly sever it, and walk their own way.

It was difficult to "Dao Slay" because he didn't want to do it that way. He wanted to resolve everything, to let his mind find peace, but doing so would be tantamount to erasing himself.

"I must remember them all!"

His gaze became firm. He knew what kind of challenge he would face, one different from anyone else's.

Heaven severs the human path, but he intended to go against the current, to resist it. He wanted to counter-sever the Great Dao that blocked him—this was a path against the world!

"It's not about waiting for you to sever me, but for me to sever you in reverse..."

Ye Fan was very calm. When speaking these words, there was no resoluteness, no passionate fervor. Reading the Nanhua Scripture in solitude, reciting the Huangting Scripture first—in recent days, his heart had been utterly peaceful.

He knew the consequences of doing so: if successful, his path would be incredibly broad, surpassing others; if he failed, what would be severed would be himself.

"Dao Slaying, Dao Slaying... I believe this is the true Dao Slaying. If one doesn't sever the Great Dao obstructing their own path, how can it be worthy of this name!"

Earth, where it was difficult to sense the Great Dao, was inherently a challenging place for cultivation, even more difficult than the Big Dipper before the changes in heaven and earth.

However, there was an advantage: once one's cultivation advanced, it was bound to be astonishing, just like the human saints of the Big Dipper who were immensely powerful, causing the Ancient Kings who survived the Primordial Era to tremble.

Now, Ye Fan had chosen such a path again. If he didn't break through, then so be it. But once he did, under such difficult conditions, reversing and severing the Great Dao would certainly shock ancient and modern times.

The path had to be walked by himself. Perhaps he would turn to ashes in an instant, but if he pushed through, he might witness scenery never before seen.

A cup of green tea, its faint fragrance wafting, Ye Fan stood by the window, gazing into the distance.

He hadn't cultivated these past few days, yet his mind had grown increasingly calm. Brewing a fragrant tea and reviewing the Daoist scriptures made his mind incredibly clear and ethereal.