Best Young Master

In the blink of an eye, ten moves had passed, and the middle-aged man’s fierce gun light hadn’t even touched the corner of Ye Fan’s clothes!

Fifty moves had passed, the middle-aged man’s gun light split the sky, and death energy erupted like flames, laying waste to everything nearby.

"Walking with ghosts!"

The middle-aged man shouted violently, his gun stance changed, and he exhibited an all-or-nothing absolute technique, a reckless approach seeking only to kill the enemy.

However, Ye Fan’s movement technique was enigmatic; even with the middle-aged man’s full effort, he still couldn’t touch Ye Fan in the slightest. Each time he seemingly struck, it ended up as a mere afterimage.

"How... how can he be this strong?"

The middle-aged man grew more alarmed the more he fought, unable to discern Ye Fan’s depth. Up till now, it was only him, appearing crazed, shouting desperately.

Meanwhile, the other party seemed composed, not even defending, solely relying on speed and movement technique to neutralize his fierce assault.

The disparity in power between them was truly vast; if Ye Fan were to attack, the middle-aged man likely wouldn’t last even one move.

What he didn’t know was that Ye Fan was doing so purely to deduce his secret technique cultivation method through combat.

Ye Fan moved like lightning, his eyes blasting strong light, silently deducing the trajectory of his secret technique and the operation method of the death energy.

Eighty moves had passed, and Ye Fan gradually grasped the secret technique. Although he couldn’t masterfully perform it, and even if he could, without a complete mental method, its expected power couldn’t be unleashed.

However——

Ye Fan possessed an unknown secret technique, the Ten Thousand Transformation Saint Technique, which could evolve various divine arts and fully unleash the power of said secret technique.

"It’s time to end it!"

Ye Fan’s cold voice echoed in the middle-aged man’s ear.

The next moment, the middle-aged man felt a sharp pain in his back, his body involuntarily flew away, the heart-wrenching death aura like blade destroyed his internal meridians completely.

"Ah..."

The middle-aged man screamed miserably, spitting out fragments of black-blooded internal organs, his eyes dim, even his death core shattered, clearly he was not going to survive.

"Brother Ye, spare him!"

Just as Ye Fan was about to finish off the middle-aged man, a charming voice rang out from the sky.

Hmm?

Ye Fan saw a graceful figure flying in mid-air under the blood-like setting sun, with an impressive bust resembling two proud mountains, quivering and captivating, and a slender waist that could be held in a single hand, with blue hair flowing like ocean waves.

This girl was the Spirit Master Zi Huan from the Purple Demon Family, now she appeared anxious, barefooted, resembling a Dunhuang flying fairy stepping out of a mural.

Although Ye Fan had seen various breathtaking beauties, the gentle and dignified Su Yuxin, the charming and unruly Su Liuli, the graceful and sensible Tong Qianchen, the national-talented Yaling, the spirited Princess Yue Bai, yet compared to Zi Huan these beauties lacked enchanting allure.

Zi Huan was definitely a calamity-level beauty, capable of making a monarch abandon his realm for her.

"Spirit Master Zi Huan, save me!"

Seeing Zi Huan, the middle-aged man instantly appeared as if he saw a savior, shouting with all his might, fearing Ye Fan might ignore Zi Huan’s sentiment and kill him.

He could tell from Ye Fan’s previous decisiveness in killing Green-clothed Elder and others that Ye Fan was a ruleless master, who when angered would kill him regardless of who came.

"Brother Ye, for the sake of little sister, spare his life!"

Approaching Ye Fan, Zi Huan ignored the middle-aged man entirely and pleaded with Ye Fan instead.

"They’re treacherous, wanting to harm me, why should I spare him?"

Ye Fan frowned, knowing well this middle-aged man must be sent by the Zi Tianmo line.

This ancient battlefield belongs to their lineage territory, besides them, no one else would come here casually.

"No matter what, they’re part of the direct lineage of our Purple Demon Family; Brother Ye, please show generosity and don’t stoop to their level, okay?"

Though Zi Huan disliked the arrogance and madness of the Zi Tianmo lineage, as they were of the same clan, unwilling to see him killed, she still pleaded with Ye Fan.

"Alright!"

Ye Fan pondered for a moment before nodding, giving the middle-aged man a cold glance and said grimly: "Get lost, don’t let me see you again, also convey my message to Zi Tianmo, if he dares any more sneaky actions against me, I will slice him!"

The middle-aged man felt like he was granted amnesty, scrambling away limping.

Though Ye Fan didn’t kill him, the shattered death core meant losing half his life, without ten years of healing, there was no hope of recovery, even returning to previous peak conditions was uncertain.

One could say his life was ruined, unless by some extraordinary chance he could repair the damaged meridians and death core, but the odds of that were minuscule, negligible.

"Why have you come?"

Once the middle-aged man was far away, Ye Fan seated himself on the ground facing the setting sun, casually plucking a blade of dry grass, he asked Zi Huan.

"You dislike me coming here?"

Zi Huan feigned annoyance before bursting into laughter: "I was worried about you, this ancient battlefield is sinister, many who closed their doors here mysteriously met with accidents, I fear you..."

"Fear I might meet with accidents too?"

Ye Fan lazily lay on the ground, casting her a sidelong glance, and said.

"Yes!"

Zi Huan nodded in affirmation, and then said: "You’re my savior, I haven’t had a chance to repay you, yet such things happened, my heart is uneasy!"

It seems that not all members of the Demon Clan are bad!

Ye Fan pondered secretly. At least, he heard sincerity in Zi Huan’s voice; she was genuinely worried about him.

"Don’t worry, I have a tough life and won’t die easily!" Ye Fan said half-jokingly, half-seriously.

"Nonsense! You can’t continue cultivating here. I’ve already spoken to my father to arrange another Holy Land for you to train in," Zi Huan said.

"There’s no need to go to such trouble, is there? After all, nothing unexpected has happened here, and the environment is quite good. The only issue is there aren’t even any demon beasts, making food a problem," Ye Fan replied.

During this period, he had been consuming the meat of Star Sky Profound Beasts. Throughout his battles, he had collected a large number of their corpses, enough to feed him for years.

"You don’t need to refuse. I really can’t rest easy with you cultivating here!" Zi Huan said, her eyes flickering with charm, filled with allure.

"Besides, my father wants to meet you. Let’s return to the clan together tomorrow; we didn’t even have a welcome ceremony last time, so let’s make up for that this time."

Zi Huan leaned her wave-like smooth blue hair against Ye Fan’s chest, breathing out fragrant air.

Feeling the deadly allure emanating from Zi Huan, Ye Fan almost couldn’t control his own emotions, nearly exposing a flaw. He quickly calmed himself by focusing on his breathing and mind.

The night gradually darkened, starlight dotted the sky, and the distant roars of demon beasts echoed, showcasing the cruel survival of the fittest law of this world.

"Brother Ye, I don’t know why, but you seem different from others?"

Zi Huan’s delicate body slowly leaned toward Qin Feng, her voice dreamy and full of irresistible temptation.

One could say that any male creature would find it hard to resist such an alluring woman throwing herself at them, seeking pleasure. What’s more, Ye Fan, with Pure Yang Qi, had desires stronger than ordinary people, making this moment a massive test for him.

In an instant, the faces of Su Yuxin, Su Liuli, and Yaling flashed through Ye Fan’s mind. He tried hard to restrain himself, softly asking, "How am I different?"

"Brother Ye, others are only attentive because of my body, but not you. I think I’ve fallen for you..."

Zi Huan blinked her long eyelashes, her eyes shimmering like a girl awakened to love, pure yet seductive.

Ye Fan knew his struggle alone.

Facing such temptation, he needed immense willpower to restrain his intense impulses, which was a unique test and training for his resolve.

That night, Ye Fan went through hell-like trials. Fortunately, his will was as firm as Immortal Gold, unwavering, allowing him to endure this test.

The next morning, Zi Huan awoke from her sleep, rubbed her sleepy eyes, then tidied up her clothes. She took out a Jade Bottle from her arms, poured out some clear water, and freshened up.

Ye Fan kept it simple, ruffling his messy hair, casually tidying his clothes, preparing to set off.

Upon coming, he flew for three full days. To return, he naturally had to hurry on his journey.

However, Zi Huan wasn’t in a rush to leave. Instead, she hunted a demon beast from the nearby forest, cleaned it with the clear water she carried, and roasted it over a plume of Demon Fire.

After having this unusual breakfast, Zi Huan shook her lotus-like arm, and an octagonal Array Platform flew out from her sleeve, engraved with ancient runes, shimmering with a crystalline glow.

This is...

Ye Fan’s heart moved. Isn’t this a Transmission Array Platform?

Although it looked very different from the Transmission Array Platforms of the Xuan Realm, one could still see the lineage connection.

Such Transmission Array Platforms might not be precise, but they are absolutely effective. The Transmission Array Platforms of the Xuan Realm likely evolved from these ancient platforms.

"Come on, let’s go home!"

Zi Huan smiled as she stepped onto the platform, waving at Ye Fan. The two stood together on the Array Platform.

"Buzz!"

The void split open, and Ye Fan and Zi Huan vanished from their spot, crossing the void!

The gathering place of the Purple Demon Family couldn’t be described as a beautiful scenic spot; it wasn’t a place favored by the heavens. But the thick Death Aura made it a blessed cave for the Demon Clan, greatly beneficial for their cultivation.

Apart from a few young geniuses, most clan members resided in this ageless city.

It is said that in a long-distant Desolate Age, this place was once bustling, with pristine mountains and clear waters, heavenly omens, and abundant sweet springs from the earth.

But after an apocalyptic battle, the entire world changed dramatically, with all living beings perishing, leaving the world almost shattered.

The Demon Clan emerged and rose from such a wasteland, with many ancient cultivation techniques still bearing traces of the Human Race, though fundamentally different.

"What did you say? Say it again!"

In a quiet courtyard, Zi Tianmo looked thunderous as he stared at a middle-aged man kneeling before him, filled with disbelief.

"It’s true, Young Master Tianmo. Your uncle Zi Yingchuan and the servants you sent were all killed by that Ye fellow. If it weren’t for Zi Huan Lingzhu’s plea, I might not have escaped his deadly grasp!"

Kneeling before them was none other than the middle-aged man who narrowly escaped from under Ye Fan’s fist. He spoke with lingering fear.

"That Ye fellow, I will not rest until one of us is dead. In this clan, it’s either me or you!"

Zi Tianmo’s handsome yet sinister face was twisted as he vowed through gritted teeth.

At that moment, he suddenly sensed a spatial fluctuation; someone had crossed the void and returned!

"Swish!"

Zi Tianmo crashed through the roof above him, charging into the sky, directing his venomous gaze toward the origin of the spatial fluctuation.

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