Chapter 807: Severely Injured Nascent Soul

Jiang Fan ascended on his sword, soaring into the sky. Xiaoyao Shangren followed coldly, roughly ten meters behind, always ready to kill Jiang Fan.

Jiang Fan, however, played no tricks. He arrived at a small village and helped the villagers rescue an old man trapped under the rubble. Seeing the old man on the verge of death, Jiang Fan took out a Rejuvenation Pill and fed it to him.

Xiaoyao Shangren’s eyes narrowed. “Isn’t that a top-grade spirit pill? You’re giving it to a dying old man? You must be out of your mind!”

Jiang Fan had been so serious about going to this place. He'd thought it was for some important reason. Instead, it was to save a mere mortal old man? It was utterly absurd.

Jiang Fan turned and glanced at him, saying indifferently, “In your eyes, he’s just an ant. But aren’t you also an ant in the eyes of a God Transformation Realm cultivator, or a Great Sage? Life is life. No one is nobler than another.”

Xiaoyao Shangren’s expression turned grim. He had just been lectured by a junior! He snorted heavily through his nostrils, “Are you done with your business? If you are, find a place with good *feng shui* to lie down. I’ll send you on your way!”

Just then, a shepherd boy suddenly broke free from his mother’s hand and ran up to Jiang Fan. “Uncle…” he said shyly, his eyes wide and clear.

Jiang Fan touched his own smoke-stained face, unsure whether to laugh or cry. He squatted down and gently patted the boy’s round, innocent head. “What is it, little one?”

The shepherd boy rubbed his nose and said, “Thank you, Uncle, for saving Grandpa Wang. I want to give you this.” In his two small, grimy hands, he held a whistle made from willow bark. Noticing his own saliva still on the whistle, he self-consciously wiped it off with a finger. “There,” he said, “it’s clean now.”

Jiang Fan smiled and took it with both hands. “Thank you,” he said. “Big brother likes it very much.” The boy smiled shyly, then ran back to hide behind his mother. Jiang Fan waved at him. “I wish you good luck in life, little one.”

He stepped onto his flying sword and ascended into the sky. Xiaoyao Shangren followed closely behind.

After crossing several mountains, Xiaoyao Shangren finally lost patience and pointed to a barren mountain peak below. “I think that’s a good spot.”

Jiang Fan glanced down, said nothing, and descended directly. This mountain was surrounded by water on three sides, with two slightly lower peaks flanking it. It resembled a throne overlooking the land.

“It is indeed a place of good *feng shui*,” Jiang Fan conceded. “Alright, this will do.”

Jiang Fan raised his tightly clenched fist. As his fingers slowly unfolded, a spatial storage device with a note attached appeared before Xiaoyao Shangren’s eyes. Before he could make out what the note said, Jiang Fan quickly tore it off and hid it behind his back.

Xiaoyao Shangren snatched the spatial storage device, scanned it with his consciousness, but his perception was immediately blocked. This confirmed that a chant was indeed required. He narrowed his eyes. “What was that note you just took? Hand it over!”

Jiang Fan resisted for a moment, then sighed. “Fine, even if I don’t give it to you, you’ll just force me to.” He tossed the note over.

Xiaoyao Shangren opened it and read. He found eight large characters neatly written on it: “May riches come daily, and blessings spread across the four seas.”

He frowned. “What is this?”

Jiang Fan helplessly replied, “The chant for the spatial storage device. Now that you’ve seen it, you don’t need to interrogate me anymore. Just kill me.”

Xiaoyao Shangren looked suspicious. “Who would write the chant for a spatial storage device and stick it on the device itself? Aren’t you afraid someone would just take it?”

Jiang Fan ignored him. He picked a large, flat rock and lay down on it obediently, silently waiting for death.

A murderous glint flashed in Xiaoyao Shangren’s eyes, but he forcefully suppressed it. Who knew if the chant on the note was real? If it was fake and the boy died, where would he get the chant from? He decided to test the chant’s authenticity first. “You’d better not be lying to me. If you give me a fake chant, I won’t hesitate to let you experience the taste of torture!”

He then grasped the spatial storage device. Glancing at the chant on the note, he silently recited it: “May riches come daily, and blessings spread across the four seas.”

*Click*— A faint sound of opening echoed. The chant was correct! This brat had truly resigned himself to his fate; he wasn’t playing tricks. He decided he’d torment him less later. Thinking this, Xiaoyao Shangren probed the space within.

But as soon as he did, *Boom*— A blood-red arc of light burst forth from the spatial storage device without any warning! It appeared too quickly, too suddenly, and the distance was too close. Xiaoyao Shangren’s heart only had time for a single violent beat before the blood-red arc pierced through his chest. It left a curved incision that went straight through his front and back.

*Pthh*— The next moment, it was as if a mountain torrent erupted within him. Blood and mangled flesh gushed from the wound. This blood light had utterly pulverized his internal organs! It was a fatal blow!

Xiaoyao Shangren roared in pain, only then realizing he had been tricked. “This… this is the spatial storage device of the Deputy Pavilion Master of the Jiangshan First Pavilion! You tricked me!!!” He clutched the wound on his chest, trying to stop the gushing blood and flesh, but it was useless. His life was visibly draining away.

Jiang Fan, who had stood up at some point, said calmly: “I never said it was *my* spatial storage device. You made an assumption; what could I do?”

“Aargh!” Xiaoyao Shangren roared, seething with rage. “You little beast! I’ll kill you first!”

Jiang Fan clenched his palm, and a surging aura of heavenly might emanated. Xiaoyao Shangren angrily declared, “A mere jade talisman is useless against me, a Nascent Soul Grand Cultivator! By the time you activate it, I’ll have killed you several times over!”

Jiang Fan, however, said coldly, “Look closely at what this is first!” It was a talisman arrow woven from talisman paper, emitting a powerful spiritual pressure.

Xiaoyao Shangren’s pupils constricted. “A Talisman Arrow!”

Jiang Fan said, “Can your severely wounded body withstand the pursuit of a Talisman Arrow now?”

Xiaoyao Shangren’s expression shifted between dark and light. Whether he could even survive this moment was uncertain! How could he afford any more injuries? If he rushed to heal now, he might still have a chance to save his life, or at the very least, his Nascent Soul could escape and find a new body to cultivate in. Thinking of this, he glared at Jiang Fan with burning resentment.

“You little beast! You’ve done this to me, and killed so many of our disciples! Just wait for the wrath of the Divine Movement Sect! When that time comes, no one will be able to protect you!”

A cold light glinted in Jiang Fan’s eyes. “If you say that, then I’ll just have to take you down with me.” He immediately moved to crush the Talisman Arrow. Xiaoyao Shangren, terrified, hastily ascended and fled.

“Heh! With that little courage, you dared to come for revenge?” Jiang Fan scoffed. It wasn’t Jiang Fan or the Heavenly Secret Pavilion that should be worried. It was the Divine Movement Sect. If Jiang Fan exposed the Divine Movement Sect’s excavation of the Great Sage’s tomb, the Divine Movement Sect would be in immense trouble, especially if they couldn't produce anything to silence the masses. They should be thankful Jiang Fan wasn’t bothering them. How could they dare provoke him?

Thinking of this, he felt a lightness in his heart. He took out the whistle the shepherd boy had given him, put it to his lips, and blew a cheerful tune. The clear whistle echoed through the mountains.

A short while later, he hid in a black bear’s cave. From the Heavenly Thunder Stone, he took out the spatial storage device filled with grave soil. If all went as expected, this spatial storage device should be communal, requiring no specific chant. Because at the time, several disciples had been transferring grave soil into it together. If there was a chant, each person would need to silently recite it every time they loaded soil, and once one person finished and the space closed, another would have to chant again to open it. But they had worked quickly, with several people filling it up in no time. This indicated that the spatial storage device could likely be opened freely.

With anticipation, he swept his consciousness inside. And indeed, it was so. The spatial storage device opened directly. A mess of grave soil came into view.

“Come, come,” Jiang Fan muttered, “Let me see for your Divine Movement Sect, what extraordinary items lie within the tomb you’ve spent three generations searching for.”