Best Young Master

Death Spirit Divine Liquid is a kind of divine liquid born from the extreme of death, rare even in the entire Demon World, extremely precious, and greatly beneficial to the body of cultivators, improving the Demon Clan’s physique.

Seeing the greedy light in Zi Tianmo’s eyes, Ye Fan’s heart stirred. Is this person harboring ulterior motives, intending to target the Death Spirit Divine Liquid?

Thinking of this, Ye Fan smiled slightly and directly unscrewed the bottle cap, pouring it into his mouth.

The rich aura of death filled the entire small courtyard, a drop of crystal liquid the size of a dragon’s eye, flowing with Five-Colored Divine Light, a strange fragrance wafted by, intoxicating down to the bones, falling into Ye Fan’s mouth.

He savored it briefly and then directly swallowed it, muttering to himself, "It doesn’t taste like much, does it?"

"This..."

The others nearby collectively went faint, even Zi Huan didn’t know what to say, such a precious Demon Treasure, others carefully refine it, bringing out the full effect of the Death Spirit Divine Liquid, but he just ate it outright.

"Brother Ye, it’s not just me saying this, but you are really... profaning heaven’s objects, it’s really... too wasteful!"

Zi Tianmo watched from the side, feeling heartache.

This is not an ordinary thing, just swallowing it in one gulp, even if it’s not his, it makes him tremble with heartache!

Nearby, the elder servant opened his mouth, completely speechless, if given to him, he would definitely refine it to the utmost without the slightest waste.

"Brother Ye, quickly find a place to meditate, once the Death Spirit Divine Liquid is completely refined, it can restore your Primordial Qi."

Zi Huan smiled wryly and then turned and left.

In the small courtyard, people dispersed, leaving only the rustling sound of wind blowing tree leaves, casting a large shadow on the ground, Ye Fan sat cross-legged under the tree, silently circulating Mystical Skill.

He possessed the highest-level death aura circulation method, Mystical Skill, this Mystical Skill was definitely higher-level than any Mystical Skill in the Demon World.

Honestly, he did not care much about the Death Spirit Divine Liquid, what he did earlier was just to convince Zi Tianmo to give up.

However—

As he refined the Death Spirit Divine Liquid, he was surprised to find that there was an extremely pure Life Aura contained within.

Extreme opposites meet, when the path is exhausted it transforms!

At death’s extreme, rebirth begins!

The Death Spirit Divine Liquid contains fragments of the Primordial Law of life and death, which he completely absorbed during the refining process.

Cultivation is fundamentally a process of understanding and mastering the Primordial Law of the heavens and the earth, the more one comprehends, the stronger one’s strength becomes, this is an everlasting truth.

"You must not act recklessly, don’t stay long there, my seclusion place is not far from the Ancient Battlefield, and I will visit you when I have free time." Two days later, Ye Fan planned to depart for the Ancient Battlefield, Zi Huan came to see him off.

"Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing!"

Ye Fan nodded, this Zi Huan is different from other Demon Clan cultivators, at least he knows how to care for others, which is commendable in the selfish Demon Clan.

After bidding farewell to Spirit Master Zi Huan, Ye Fan set out, transformed into a Flowing Light, and soon disappeared into the mountains and forests.

"Really unaware of the danger!"

Atop a distant mountain peak, Zi Tianmo stood facing the wind, the fierce mountain wind causing his robe to flap loudly, watching Ye Fan’s distant figure, he sneered repeatedly.

Indeed, the territory of the Purple Demon Family is vast, tens of thousands of miles, Ye Fan flew continuously for three days before approaching the edge of the Ancient Battlefield.

In front was a silent area, Demon Cloud swirling, Death Qi spreading, such a place is a dead land for ordinary Human Cultivators, but for Demon Clan cultivators, it is undoubtedly a Holy Land for cultivation, the biggest difference between the Human Race and Demon Clan.

Ye Fan circulated Mystical Skill, death aura continuously moved through the opened meridians, his whole body emanating a faint death aura as he swiftly flew to the Ancient Battlefield.

Standing in the void and looking down, the Ancient Battlefield spans a thousand miles, surrounded by steep rocks, the ground cracked, white bones everywhere, no sign of life, especially desolate.

Along the edge of the area were some simple buildings, a tall city wall encircling the entire Ancient Battlefield like dividing land.

Ye Fan flew down, landed on the ground, and walked straight into the Ancient Battlefield, preparing to officially take over this Holy Land.

The simple stone buildings were extremely dilapidated, about to collapse, the walls were covered in various marks, exuding the vicissitudes of history.

"Stop, who are you?!"

On the cracked ancient city wall stood a dozen or so soldiers, their armor in disarray, holding iron spears and rusty long knives, very arrogant, shouting at him.

"I’m the owner here, coming to take over this Ancient Battlefield!"

Ye Fan spoke, simultaneously a thought arose, this ruinous wall actually has strange power fluctuations, not as weak as he imagined, most likely engraved with powerful Array Patterns, seemingly existing for countless ages.

"Nonsense, we already have a lord here! If you know what’s good for you, leave quickly, or don’t blame us for being rude!" A very fierce soldier impatiently shouted.

"A lord?"

Ye Fan was stunned, then said, "Then let me see him, hasn’t he received the Clan Leader’s order?"

"What order? Simply nonsense, if you want to see our lord, wait outside first, we’ll report." One of them shouted.

Hmm?

Ye Fan paused, he just arrived here, these people actually want to give him a hard time?

But he said nothing more, standing outside the city, waiting patiently.

However—

An hour passed, yet no one appeared, the soldiers on the wall started drinking old wine, leaving him hanging.

It seems these soldiers have been instructed, deliberately making things difficult for him.

Thinking of this, Ye Fan laughed, these people only slightly understand cultivation, an ordinary Demon Clan, not even a cultivator, dare to disrespect him like this, simply seeking their own death.

He soared into the air, directly breaking into the Ancient Battlefield, ignoring these people, only by killing them could this Ancient Battlefield truly belong to him.

"Enemy attack, quickly activate Array Patterns, kill the invading enemy." Several fierce soldiers shouted.

"Buzz!"

With a flash of light, mottled walls emitted beams of death light, and array patterns surfaced on the wall, sending a curtain of light soaring toward Ye Fan.

"Kill him! He dares to attack our city; he must be sent by the Moduu Family!" someone shouted.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan swung his purple crystal-colored fist, shattering the killing light, forcibly charging into the battlefield. Not even the killing light from the ancient array patterns could stop his steps.

Ever since his energy and blood completely withdrew internally, his skin turned a purple crystal color, yet its firmness remained unchanged.

"Quickly, call the Demon Master! This person is too powerful!"

Seeing Ye Fan’s extraordinary bravery, smashing the killing light with his bare hands and breaking into the ancient battlefield, the soldiers finally lost their composure, shouting in panic.

"No need to call. I’m already here!"

With the voice, a middle-aged Demon Clan strongman in his forties appeared on the wall, shooting two beams of silver light from his eyes, punching toward Ye Fan.

"Boom!"

Ye Fan clashed with him once and then stepped back, silently observing the other party. This man was tall and strong, with a head full of purple hair. Though middle-aged, his face remained handsome, bearing a five or six-point resemblance to Zi Tianmo.

Seeing this, Ye Fan instantly understood. This place originally belonged to Zi Tianmo’s faction. No wonder these people were so hostile, giving him a warning shot right from the start.

"Are you trying to betray the clan? Here is the clan leader’s decree, are you seeking death?" Ye Fan shouted.

"Nonsense! Don’t try to put false charges on us. This is claimed land. Show me the clan leader’s decree," the middle-aged man sneered coolly.

"You better take a close look!"

Ye Fan shook his hand and threw a White Bone Token over.

The man caught it without looking and forcefully shattered it, saying, "This is fake. Activate the array patterns and kill him for me!"

"Boom!"

The wall lit up dazzlingly, with crisscrossing patterns weaving outward, menacingly crushing toward Ye Fan. The power was extremely great, not something ordinary people could set up.

Just arriving here and encountering such a situation, Ye Fan was furious, sneering coldly: "Looks like I need to take down this ancient battlefield myself. Since you treat me this way, don’t blame me for being ruthless!"

Whoosh!

As his words fell, Ye Fan activated the Chasing Star Step, swift as a flowing light, moving through the gaps in the killing light as if walking on flat ground, punching through anything unavoidable.

In the blink of an eye, he passed through the killing light, ascending the wall.

"You..."

"How can this be?"

"What happened?"

The wall fell into chaos. The soldiers never expected the killing array, capable of blocking Demon Venerable-level strongmen, couldn’t do anything to a Little Cultivator with only a Demon Master Realm. This was completely illogical.

Ye Fan was not going to be polite with them. Even if they weren’t Demon Clan, just because of their previous attitude, they should die a hundred times over, not to mention these were Demon Clan.

"Bang!"

Ye Fan’s large hand came down, directly smashing a soldier into meat paste, blood flying everywhere, a ghastly sight!

"This is the Clan Leader’s secluded cultivation ground given to my elder brother. Are you trying to seize it?"

The middle-aged man shouted.

Ye Fan couldn’t be bothered to waste words with him. His purple crystal fist crossed the void like a divine mountain, directly striking toward him.

"Buzz!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly, summoning a Bone Tower. The white bones glowed with a powerful aura, meeting Ye Fan’s fist!

However, the outcome shocked him beyond belief. This weapon was his life-bound Spiritual Treasure, immensely powerful and exceptionally sturdy.

"Crack!"

The Bone Tower was smashed on the spot, turning into bone powder that scattered to the ground. The middle-aged man staggered back, showing an expression of utter disbelief.

Ye Fan’s Nine Heavens Profound Body had already been cultivated to the Fifth Level. His body was incredibly solid, capable of shattering even Holy Weapons, let alone this Spiritual Treasure.

"Slap!"

Ye Fan swung his palm, sending the middle-aged man flying, crashing heavily into the wall, with broken bones and tendons. He couldn’t get up again.

"No... don’t kill me!"

The middle-aged man screamed in terror, finally realizing he had provoked a killing star, someone he couldn’t afford to provoke.

"Give me a reason not to kill you!"

Ye Fan’s face was expressionless, his voice icy, looking at the middle-aged man as if he were a lifeless stone.

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PS: Two Chapters completed, have a nice weekend everyone~

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