Ch. 359 - Hunting Down Women With The Boys

Without a doubt, the dozen or so women in purple robes had been drawn here by the Godsource.

The Godsource Ye Fan had taken from the Myriad Dragon Lair was as large as a faceplate. Set upon the snow, it illuminated the entire ice field with a dazzling brilliance.

It hovered lightly in midair without sinking, outshining even the sun in the sky. Its worth was a million catties of pure source, and the frozen land below gleamed with golden light.

“Fairies, Master Tu has been waiting for you,” Tu Fei said, grinning with shameless charm as he stepped forward to greet them.

“Woof!”

The black dog leapt out of a snowbank, cutting off their escape route.

Demonic energy surged to the heavens. Pang Bo, towering like a god of war, emerged from another direction, his face sharp as chiseled stone, his bearing mighty, his hair cascading like a waterfall.

From the east came Ye Fan, the God-Striking Whip slung across his back. His refined face carried an unearthly grace as he walked over the snow, like an immortal descended to the mortal world.

The three men and the black dog surrounded the group of purple-clad women. Ye Fan waved his hand, and the Godsource vanished from sight.

“It’s that evil dog!”

The women paled instantly. The black dog had been rampaging lately, biting disciples of every sacred ground, it was now a name that filled all sects with dread.

The dog bared its teeth. “Call me the Daddy Emperor!”

It was clear the women recognized Ye Fan too, having seen his likeness in portraits. Their expressions hardened as they prepared for battle.

“What do you want?” one of them asked coldly.

“Why, to stroll with you fairies through snow and moonlight,” Tu Fei said with a lewd grin, summoning a replica of the ancient Heaven-Devouring Demon Jar, which hovered above his head.

“You…” The women of the Purple Mansion Sacred Ground were famed for their pride and purity. Never before had anyone dared flirt with them so boldly.

“Which of you is the Purple Mansion Saintess?” Pang Bo stepped forward like a resurrected demon god, his aura pressing down upon them as his gaze swept over each face.

“Our Saintess is not here,” one of the women replied.

Ye Fan smiled faintly, his expression calm as he rose into the air, God-Striking Whip still on his back. “You’ve been hunting me all this time. Well, here I am. Who wants to capture me?”

The women didn’t move. They’d heard the stories, Ye Fan could fight those in the first realm of the Four Pillars Realm.

“Where did you get that Godsource?” one asked, hoping to buy time.

“Fairies, we can discuss that slowly, perhaps under the moonlight,” Tu Fei said with a laugh, advancing on them.

“Break out!” one woman shouted. The group split in all directions, attempting to escape.

But the oppressive aura around them was too strong. Tu Fei was in the Four Pillars Realm, the black dog’s ferocity was legendary, Pang Bo’s demonic power was overwhelming, and Ye Fan himself was radiant with blood and vitality, as fierce as a wild dragon.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Hundreds of black flags plunged into the ground around them, enclosing the area. The snow turned black as ink, the space sealed.

The women were trapped, unable to flee. Ye Fan stepped forward, light flashing at his fingertips as he drew the Dragon-Rune Black Gold Sword.

“The Sacred Physique has reached the fifth level of the Dao Palace Realm. I haven’t had a proper fight yet. Don’t interfere, let me take them myself.”

“What? A Sacred Physique at the fifth level of Dao Palace… but only a Sacred Ground could cultivate such a thing!” the Purple Mansion disciples cried in shock.

“His sword…” one whispered. Her spiritual sense caught the faintest resonance, it was forged of Dragon-Rune Black Gold.

That was the material of an Emperor’s weapon. Even if Ye Fan wanted to hide it, the divine engravings gleamed, black radiance flashing like crystal.

“Could it be the Dragon-Rune Black Gold Sword that appeared in the Celestial City?!”

Ye Fan laughed aloud and gave the sword a shake. The blade expanded in an instant, stretching to ten meters in length.

The spirit sword, born from the Nine-Aperture Stone Man, had already evolved laws of its own. Gone was its former delicacy; now it radiated sheer dominance.

Massive, majestic, awe-inspiring, it gleamed with the might of heaven as Ye Fan held it single-handedly, pointing it toward the southern sky.

“Little bro, that’s not fair,” Tu Fei chuckled. “So many fairies, and you get all the fun?”

“Don’t slice them all to bits,” the black dog barked. “I still want them as pets!”

The purple-robed women’s faces darkened.

They glared at the two degenerates with cold fury.

“How did the Dragon-Rune Black Gold Spirit Sword end up in your hand?” one demanded.

“Because I cut it out myself,” Ye Fan said calmly, the massive sword gleaming in his grasp, his youthful face serene yet commanding.

“What?! You’re Gu Feng, the divine source master from the Celestial City?!”

“You reached the fifth level of Dao Palace on your own?!”

Their expressions shifted wildly from disbelief to awe.

“The fifth level is nothing,” Ye Fan said coolly. “When I reach the Four Pillars, I’ll greet your Saints and Saintesses the same way, and I’m curious to see how they’ll hunt me then.”

“Hah, I can’t wait to see their faces,” Tu Fei laughed.

The women’s hearts sank. Ye Fan had revealed his secret so casually, it meant he had no intention of letting them go.

“Charge!”

They unleashed their treasures in unison, divine lights blazing as they attacked.

Ye Fan said nothing more. He swung his great sword.

Clang!

A single stroke, and three women in the lead were instantly overwhelmed, their treasures shattered to dust.

At the same time, Ye Fan’s left hand struck out, a golden palm descended from the heavens, sealing off the sky.

The three resisted, but before the might of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Physique, even Dao Palace fifth-level cultivators were powerless.

“Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!”

They spat blood as Ye Fan grabbed them with one hand and tossed them to the ground. His dominance in the same realm was absolute.

“Go!”

“Fight!”

The others unleashed their ultimate divine arts, filling the ice plain with blinding color.

Ye Fan swung once more.

Clang!

Heaven and earth quaked. The black-gold sword sliced through the air like a lightning bolt, the invisible sword force shredding their defenses.

They screamed as their weapons disintegrated. Had Ye Fan not held back, all would have perished instantly.

He sheathed his sword. “They’re yours,” he told the black dog.

“Why him? I’ll take them,” Tu Fei said, stepping forward. “Ladies, allow me to help you up.”

“Woof!”

“Damn it, mutt! Why’d you bite me?!” Tu Fei roared.

“Dare steal my pets?!” the dog snarled.

The captured women trembled with rage but were too wounded to resist.

“Dead dog, don’t push them into breakdown again,” Tu Fei warned.

“Woof. If they collapse that easily, they’re unfit anyway.”

“With your attitude, who wouldn’t collapse?”

“Woof! What’s that supposed to mean?”

The two nearly started brawling.

Ye Fan stepped forward. “Keep them alive. Don’t scare them too much, they’ll be useful for mining later.”

“That’s… extravagant,” Tu Fei said, dumbfounded.

“In the future, when I seal dragon veins and search for divine treasures, I’ll need labor. I plan to ‘borrow’ personnel from the sacred grounds,” Ye Fan said.

“You’re forming a mining squad of saint disciples?” Pang Bo laughed.

“Better yet, let’s capture some Saints and Saintesses too. A luxury team! They’ll be future Lords and Ladies.”

The women went pale. Their hearts sank to ice.

Eventually, they were sealed inside a treasure, destined to become elite “female miners.” Tu Fei could only call it wasteful beyond belief.

Soon after, the group returned to the snowy mountain where the Ice Palace stood. No ancient beasts emerged to pursue them.

“The Myriad Dragon Lair holds immense Godsource, a treasure trove on par with a holy land itself,” someone said.

“If we conquer it, we could found a sect rivaling the greats,” Tu Fei mused.

“Easier said than done,” Pang Bo replied. “A Royal Primordial dwells within, a being that could sweep heaven and earth.”

“When my Sacred Physique is perfected, I’ll face that Royal. At the very least, that divine medicine inside, I’ll dig it up and plant it by my side.”

They spoke of the Myriad Dragon Lair with burning ambition.

Three days later, Pang Bo’s eyes lit up. “He’s coming, the Saint Candidate of Radiant Light.”

Li Rui was a prodigy, second only to the true Saint of the Radiant Light Sacred Ground, a peerless talent of his generation.

Yet luck had not favored him. He had been suppressed by Xia Jiuyou, nearly humiliated, then chased down by Pang Bo and barely escaped with his life.

It wasn’t weakness, only misfortune, his enemies were too monstrous.

After recovering for days in the Ice Snow Palace, Li Rui set off, gloomy and frustrated, intending to return to seclusion.

But only a thousand miles out, he felt danger closing in. Someone was following him openly, making no effort to hide.

He halted and turned, only to see Pang Bo approaching, hair wild, aura demonic, like a god of destruction.

Li Rui’s face drained of color. He turned to flee, but Ye Fan stood ahead, God-Striking Whip in hand, while Tu Fei carried the Heaven-Devouring Jar, smirking.

Above, the black dog bounded through the air, scattering 365 starstones to seal the void.

“You…” Li Rui’s heart sank. Pang Bo alone could kill him, now there were three more.

Ye Fan sneered. “Didn’t your sacred land send groups to hunt me? Let’s see how you like it.”

“Sacred Physique, do you dare face me alone?!” Li Rui barked, trying to provoke Ye Fan while seeking a chance to escape.

“I’ll face your mom!” Tu Fei jeered.

“When your people ganged up on me, why didn’t you talk about duels?” Ye Fan said coldly, advancing with Tu Fei.

Pang Bo stopped them. “Don’t interfere. He was my first real opponent, I’ll finish this myself.”

Li Rui’s anger flared. A Saint Candidate, being dismissed like this, unbearable!

“Kill!”

He unleashed the Radiant Light Scripture. The ice plain quaked as holy light flooded heaven and earth, his blood and energy blazing like a divine furnace.

This sacred technique could purify the world and burn the heavens, offensive and defensive beyond compare.

“Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes!” Pang Bo roared, standing motionless, hair streaming wildly. Twin silver beams shot from his eyes, tearing through the void, obliterating swathes of holy light.

“Pfft!”

The beams pierced Li Rui’s body. He coughed blood and reeled backward, spitting out a small golden pagoda.

The tower expanded into a mountain, crashing down toward Pang Bo.

Unmoved, Pang Bo’s eyes flared like twin silver dragons, blasting straight through the ancient relic.

Crack!

The tower shattered.

“What kind of divine art is that?!” Tu Fei gasped.

“A god-level technique from the Demon Emperor Scripture,” the black dog said, eyes burning.

“Divine Light Glazed Realm!” Li Rui roared, summoning his manifestation.

A radiant world unfolded around him, filled with countless lights, a god standing amid creation.

“Immortal Spirit Light, Nether Light, Desolate Light, Glazed Light… Eternal Light!” he chanted.

Endless divine rays surged like a sea of dragons, crashing forward.

Yet Pang Bo remained unmoved. “Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes… Sever Essence!”

A burst of blinding silver split the Glazed Realm, ripping Li Rui out of his manifestation entirely.

“That’s insane!” Tu Fei exclaimed.

The Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes, Ye Fan and the black dog knew well how terrifying it was.

Li Rui panicked. This technique could defy the heavens themselves. He turned to flee, desperate to break the starstone formation.

“Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes… Annihilate Form!” Pang Bo’s voice thundered. Twin beams struck again, piercing Li Rui’s body, his treasures shattering like paper.

He screamed, blood gushing. On the brink of death, he ignited his divine mark, ready to self-destruct.

But Pang Bo gave him no chance. “Demon Emperor’s Nine Slashes… Soul Rend!”

Li Rui shrieked as blood streamed from his brow. His consciousness broke, body falling lifelessly onto the snow.

“Pang Bo, you’re terrifying!” Tu Fei shouted. “Absolutely brutal!”

“I’ve only mastered the first three slashes,” Pang Bo said calmly. “Had he endured those, I’d have lost.”

“Don’t be modest. No one could withstand that,” Tu Fei replied.

They descended. The black dog bounded forward, pawing Li Rui’s limp body.

“Pet,” it said cheerfully.

At that word, Li Rui spat blood and fainted.

“What do we do with him?” Tu Fei asked.

“Seal him too. He can dig,” Ye Fan said.

“The mining team’s getting quite impressive,” Tu Fei muttered.

“Hey! That’s my pet!” the black dog protested.

Four days later, Ye Fan, Pang Bo, Tu Fei, and the black dog waited on the ice plain, the Purple Mansion Saintess had arrived.

Ye Fan stood alone, the Motherly Energy Cauldron floating above his head, the God-Striking Whip across his back. The others hid their presence.

The Saintess was young, about twenty, her purple robes fluttering. Standing amid snow and mist, she was like a blooming violet lotus.

Slender and graceful, her hair flowing, her body veiled in violet light, her beauty seemed half-hidden in divine mist. A faint sigil gleamed at her brow, radiating purple radiance, a Dao Seal.

She stood still in the wind and snow, gazing calmly at Ye Fan, as if one with heaven and earth.

Ye Fan’s heart stirred. This woman’s depth was unfathomable.

“Fairy of the Purple Mansion, may I know your name?”

“Zi Xia,” she said evenly. Her voice was calm, soft but resonant. “You haven’t yet entered the Four Pillars Realm, yet you stand here without fear. You must have prepared this place well. Call your friends out.”

Ye Fan was surprised. Her insight was extraordinary, she had seen through everything at once.

“I don’t wish to fight you,” he said. “But your sacred lands keep sending disciples after me. I’ve no choice but to respond.”

“So you joined forces to ambush me?” Zi Xia asked, still serene.

“Not an ambush. If the fairy would accompany me for a time, I’m sure we could get along peacefully,” Ye Fan said with a smile.

“You mean to imprison me. Very well, come, then.”

Her calm tone carried quiet magnetism.

All around, the starstones ignited, glowing like stars across a dark sky, transforming the ice field into a dreamscape.

Pang Bo, Tu Fei, and the black dog stepped out, standing opposite Zi Xia.

Pang Bo cloaked himself in black mist, his face hidden.

“Saintess Zi Xia lives up to her name,” Tu Fei said. “To merge so deeply with the Dao, I’m humbled.”

Indeed, she seemed part of heaven’s rhythm itself, her presence ethereal yet commanding.

Suddenly, a scroll flew from her body, unfurling in midair, it made her seem even more transcendent.

“The Diagram of Mountains and Rivers!”

Tu Fei’s pupils contracted. He stepped back, raising the Heaven-Devouring Jar. “Be careful! That picture is woven from laws and order, it’s one of the Purple Mansion’s supreme relics!”

Within the painting, mountains towered, immortal rivers flowed, magnificence meeting grace, landscapes like poetry, the Saintess like a painting come to life.

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