Best Young Master

Life and death balance!

The Divine Demon Lake is an absolute balance of life and death, with both divine and deathly auras surging, causing the forces of life and death within Ye Fan to operate simultaneously.

Above the Dantian, the crystal formed by death energy gradually turned purple, emitting a sparkling, dazzling light, like a purple diamond.

Meanwhile, the crystal formed by Pure Yang Qi also gradually transformed from a silvery white to a golden hue, the surface of the crystal emitting a faint golden light.

The crystals formed by Pure Yang Qi and death energy chased each other like two Yin Yang Fish, forming a natural Tao map, exuding a mysterious aura.

The death energy in the Divine Demon Lake is not pure, containing many toxic impurities, but within Ye Fan, the absorption and transformation by the death energy crystal expelled all impurities, leaving behind only the purest death energy.

Similarly, the divine aura was filtered by the crystal formed from Pure Yang Qi, transforming into the purest Origin Power.

It was unknown how long had passed, but Ye Fan felt that he couldn’t absorb any more death energy or divine aura, so he stood up and left.

At this time, another Heaven and Earth Tao Mark appeared above his Dantian, engraved during this period, representing the primordial law of Heaven and Earth.

Strands of Heaven and Earth Tao Markings, like Divine Dragons, interwove into an intricate pattern above the Dantian.

Within the Dantian, the Holy Embryo sat poised, exuding immense majesty, like a divine embodiment of Heaven and Earth.

Surrounding his three hundred and sixty acupoints, the Holy Embryo Illusions were exceptionally solidified, each posing differently—some lying on their backs, gazing skyward, others raising fists to the heavens—each illusion embodying the Tao.

Ye Fan employed a secret technique to completely conceal his vitality and blood, his golden skin turning purple crystal, his face pale, eyes emitting a silver death light, and even his hair turning purple.

"It’s time to go!"

Ye Fan murmured to himself. This Ancient Battlefield is indeed suitable for Demon Clan cultivation, yet it harbors terrifying lethality.

For him, this truly was an ideal Holy Land for cultivation, capable of enhancing both death energy and divine power.

During this time, Ye Fan repeatedly studied the remnants of the Mystical Skill’s essential truths, gaining many valuable insights.

His realm, however, remained stagnant at the Mid-Stage of Lord Realm, unable to break through. He was unsure if it was due to the world’s suppression of his realm or because it was not yet time for a breakthrough.

Though this might be better, accumulating steadily until he could break through this barrier in one go—as long as his power continued to grow without stagnating, he had nothing to fear.

The Ancient Battlefield was strewn with debris, its land barren, no plants growing—everywhere there were traces left by great battles, a desolate ruin.

If it weren’t for the dense death energy here, it might have long been forgotten!

Walking on this hard ground, Ye Fan felt deeply moved. This Ancient Battlefield was undoubtedly a battleground where the Human Race, Divine Race, and Demon Clan jointly fought against the Demon Clan—the ancient ancestors once spilling their blood, sacrificing everything in battle here.

However, as time passed, the Human Race had long abandoned this ancient Star Road, while the Demon Clan had re-emerged and flourished.

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When Ye Fan walked out of the Ancient Battlefield, it was already dusk. The sunset was like fire, cloaking the lifeless Ancient Battlefield in a blood-red shroud, appearing extraordinarily bleak.

At this moment, several figures broke through the sky, led by a green-clothed elder. Though dressed richly, he was clearly a servant.

Hmm?

Ye Fan felt a movement in his heart, narrowed his eyes, and a chilling murderous intent quietly spread from him!

These people were clearly from Zi Tianmo’s lineage of the Purple Demon Family, seemingly having not received news, coming specifically to see if he was dead.

For these Demon Clan servants, he felt no goodwill, especially since they were from Zi Tianmo’s line, which made him even more disgusted.

On the desolate land, Ye Fan’s shadow was cast long by the setting sun, the dusk behind him highlighting him like a Death God.

"You aren’t dead?"

Seeing Ye Fan standing ahead, the leading green-clothed elder’s mouth gaped in astonishment, unable to believe his own eyes.

"I’m not dead, are you surprised?"

Ye Fan stated calmly.

Concealed within this calmness was a towering killing intent, which, though he tried to control it, these people could still sense.

"Where are brother Zi Yingchuan and the others? What did you do to them?" the green-clothed elder exclaimed, feigning authority.

In truth, upon seeing Ye Fan unharmed, he had a bad premonition. Brother Zi Yingchuan was instructed by Zi Tianmo to deliberately make things difficult for Ye Fan, attempting to kill him here.

Yet now, with Ye Fan unharmed and brother Zi Yingchuan and the family soldiers nowhere in sight, it was clear they had met a grim fate.

However—

He had his doubts too!

Ye Fan’s cultivation was only at the Mid-stage of Demon Master, supposedly no match for Brother Zi Yingchuan, let alone the ancient city’s powerful array patterns, which, once activated, could kill even strong people at the Demon Venerate Realm. How did Ye Fan manage it?

"I killed them!"

Ye Fan said expressionlessly, his voice unwavering, as if discussing something unrelated to himself.

"What? You killed them? Do you know who they were?"

The green-clothed elder was unimaginably shocked. Even though he had suspected it, hearing Ye Fan’s admission left him utterly horrified.

"I don’t care who they were. This is my territory; they attempted a rebellion, and of course, I couldn’t leave them alive." Ye Fan sneered.

"Audacious, do you know the consequences of this? Brother Zi Yingchuan was a relative of the Heavenly Demon. Killing them will incur a deadly vendetta! The entire Demon World will have no place for you."

They were intimidating with a hollow bravado, secretly fearful.

"Noisy!"

Ye Fan sneered coldly, stepping forward like traversing space, instantly appearing before the green-clothed elder, raising his hand and delivering a slap.

"Snap!"

With a crisp sound, the head of the green-clothed elder exploded instantly from Ye Fan’s slap, not even a scream escaped, and the Divine Soul was completely obliterated.

"Treating us like this, you’re courting disaster, you won’t have a good end!"

Those people who accompanied the green-clothed elder shouted, their legs trembling with fright.

They were just servants of Zi Tianmo’s lineage, possessing some cultivation, but in front of Ye Fan, they were not worth mentioning at all.

Seeing Ye Fan didn’t even frown as he slapped their leader to death, these people were truly terrified, feeling they had provoked an unfeeling killer, someone they simply couldn’t afford to provoke.

"I’m so scared!"

Ye Fan said mockingly, then stepped forward threateningly towards them, raising a purple crystal-colored palm, slapping them one by one, reducing them all to pieces, Divine Souls extinguished.

Looking at the ground littered with broken limbs and flesh, Ye Fan raised his head to gaze at the distant mountains, his eyes emitting two silver beams piercing the sky, he said lightly, "Since you’ve come, reveal yourself. Do you expect me to invite you out?"

Silent as the grave, on the other side of the ridge, a middle-aged man was sweating profusely, not daring to move, his eyes rolling around as if devising an escape plan.

He was also a strong member of Zi Tianmo’s lineage, following the green-clothed elder to monitor them, for fear they might misuse their position for personal gain.

Yet—

He never expected to witness such a shocking scene; Ye Fan nearly effortlessly slaughtered them all.

What surprised him even more was, the brothers Zi Yingchuan guarding this place were also slain by Ye Fan—they were at the Peak of Demon Master Realm and were standout figures in the entire Purple Demon Family!

Only when Ye Fan killed all of the green-clothed elder’s men did he sense his own predicament was turning grim, preparing to sneak away when Ye Fan’s voice timely resonated, scaring him so much he nearly wet his pants.

"Swoosh!"

Ye Fan, ghost-like, shot towards the middle-aged man’s hiding place at lightning speed, the sound of breaking through the air sharp and piercing!

"Don’t attack, I’m coming out, I’m coming out now!"

The middle-aged man, intimidated by Ye Fan’s presence, was unable to utilize any of his cultivation as he trembled like a leaf, staggeringly walking out from behind a massive rock.

"Brother Ye, don’t misunderstand, I’m just passing by!"

The middle-aged man smiled more painfully than if he were crying, trying to defend himself.

"Is that so? You’ve got a lot of spare time!"

Ye Fan sneered. This is the edge of the Ancient Battlefield; unless one has plans, no one would come here without reason.

Seeing Ye Fan’s disbelief, the middle-aged man spoke again, "Brother Ye, rest assured, I saw nothing and will speak nothing."

"You think I’ll believe that?" Ye Fan said mockingly.

"Uh..."

The middle-aged man’s expression froze, then he lowered his head dejectedly; even he couldn’t believe those words himself.

"Don’t say I bully you, I’ll let you use your full strength; as long as you can withstand a hundred moves from me without dying, I’ll let you go!" Ye Fan said.

"Really?"

The middle-aged man perked up; though he didn’t have confidence in escaping Ye Fan’s grasp, he thought he should manage a hundred moves, after all, he was in the Early-Stage of Demon Master Realm; if he went all out, defeating Ye Fan might be impossible, but he should be able to protect himself.

"Of course, I’ve never gone back on my word!"

Ye Fan stepped back three paces, granting the middle-aged man the opportunity to unleash his full power!

"Boom!"

The middle-aged man knew his chance was slim, decisively burning the Death Core, his combat power surged dramatically, a powerful aura spreading from his body.

"Death Spear!"

The middle-aged man shouted fiercely, forming Dharma Seals with his hands, a death spear manifested in his grasp, flickering with bluish light, piercing the void, aimed at Ye Fan’s throat.

Ye Fan’s eyes shot out two silver beams, carefully observing the trajectory of the opponent’s Dharma Seal, then his figure blurred ghost-like, evading the fierce spear.

"Kill!"

The middle-aged man was very decisive, knowing he couldn’t match Ye Fan’s power, so he put all his effort into wielding the Death Spear, each gun light like a summons from the Death God, fiercely stabbing towards Ye Fan’s vital points.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Ye Fan navigated through the gun lights like a fish in the tumultuous waves; regardless of the middle-aged man’s spear’s fierceness, he could never truly strike him.

Every time, Ye Fan would evade at the very last moment the spear light approached, appearing dangerously close yet he managed with ease, his step technique not disturbed at all!

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