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After the death of the seed-level killer at the Netherworld Assassin Sacred Land, Ye Fan did not immediately release Yaling from the virtual space. Instead, he first found a clear pond, took a bath, and changed into clean clothes.

Then, he quickly took out some ordinary spirit stones and arranged a small Gathering Essence Array around him. Using the stones and the rich Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi, he operated his skills to heal and restore Divine Power.

Though the battle didn’t last long, the consumption of his Divine Power was terrifying. The secret technique of the Emperor Sha was incredibly powerful but also extremely exhausting. Coupled with the previous hidden injuries from the bloody fight with the Heavenly Prince, he had to heal himself first.

The Gathering Essence Array played a tremendous role around Ye Fan, with Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi within a hundred miles forming a Yuan Qi Storm, gathering towards him.

From a high vantage point, the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi seemed to riot here, forming a Yuan Qi Vortex, with Ye Fan positioned at the eye of the vortex.

At this moment, his body seemed like a bottomless pit, absorbing all the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi through breathing and the pores opened all over his body.

The Primordial Qi circled swiftly along his meridians once inside his body, either sinking into the Dantian or merging into the Holy Embryo Illusion in the acupoints, gradually solidifying the vague illusions.

As the Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi washed over, the damaged meridians were gradually repaired, becoming more flexible, and his vital energy surged like the Yangtze River, roaring incessantly.

The surrounding beasts and Xuan Beasts had long fled in fear, and not even insects or ants remained, as silent as a cemetery.

Chants of Zen emanated from his body, with the Holy Embryo Illusions in the three hundred and sixty acupoints like three hundred and sixty Buddha Arhats chanting scriptures for him.

Ye Fan’s Treasure Body was crystalline, emanating Holy Light, his bones crystal clear like gold crystals, and within his Dantian, the Holy Embryo sat, surrounded by purple-gold Thunder Power.

Above his head, a black and white crystal rapidly chased and rotated, forming a Yin Yang Fish in a Tai Chi Diagram.

Undoubtedly, this was a delicate balance formed by the death aura and Pure Yang Qi within him, mutually chasing and devouring each other.

Further out, there were eight elemental runes glowing faintly, slowly rotating—this was the inner form of the Eight Phase World.

At this moment, the Holy Embryo Illusions in the three hundred and sixty acupoints were already very solid, and there was no essential difference from a true Holy Embryo except in size.

The Holy Embryo Illusions in the three hundred and sixty acupoints had various postures, but each one chanted mysterious scriptures that Ye Fan heard but did not understand.

Yet clearly, with these chants, his recovery speed was nearly five times faster than before, and his mind was serene and empty.

This was not the Tao Realm of Enlightenment, but it had a trace of its essence.

At this moment, he felt no joy or sorrow, even ceasing to operate skills for healing. His Divine Power naturally followed a special path within him, circulating endlessly.

What originally required more than half a day for complete recovery took only an hour, with his Treasure Body becoming crystalline, without dust or impurity.

He felt his mind ascend to a higher spiritual level, a marvelous sensation that could only be felt, not expressed in words.

When he stood up, Ye Fan realized that the chanting within him had somehow stopped, and the Gathering Essence Array formed with spirit stones around him was completely destroyed. The spirit stones had turned into powder, with all the internal Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi absorbed by him.

"You’ve changed!"

When Ye Fan released Yaling from the virtual space, she looked at him for a while and said this.

"Really? How have I changed? Have I become more handsome or uglier?" Ye Fan found her words puzzling.

"Of course, you look better. Although there’s no change in your appearance, your aura is different from before. I can’t quite describe this change." Yaling’s crescent-shaped eyes were bright and clear, smiling as she looked at Ye Fan.

"As long as I haven’t become uglier!"

Ye Fan chuckled, naturally taking her soft hand and giving it a gentle squeeze, both sharing a knowing smile.

"Who exactly tried to assassinate you just now?"

Yaling let Ye Fan hold her hand, walking forward as she asked.

"They were assassins from the Red Dust and Time Killer Sacred Lands." Ye Fan casually explained the previous events to Yaling.

"How outrageous! These assassin organizations are simply intolerable. I think they no longer need to exist in this world." Yaling’s gentle demeanor lasted less than three minutes before her female Asura aura erupted, her delicate brows furrowing, eyes filled with killing intent as she spoke.

"Do you know where their headquarters are? Wanting to wipe out these assassin organizations isn’t that simple. They’ve endured for so many years because they have their means; they wouldn’t be so easily wiped out," Ye Fan said helplessly, "If that were the case, they would have been gone long ago, yet they still exist now."

"No matter what, they dared to attack my man; I swear I won’t stand down against them!"

After Yaling fiercely declared this, she realized these weren’t words a lady should say. She quickly covered her little mouth, glancing at Ye Fan, afraid of revealing her "true colors" in front of him.

Ye Fan laughed helplessly, pulling her into his embrace, confidently saying, "Don’t worry, they’re just clowns who can’t face the light; they can’t do anything to me!"

"Alright, whatever you say!"

Embraced by Ye Fan, feeling the masculine yang energy he exuded, Yaling was almost intoxicated, murmuring her words.

Ye Fan and Yaling moved like the wind, and a few days later, arrived at an ancient city named Fengling, eighty thousand miles away.

This is the closest ancient city to Chi Yue Ridge, apart from the unknown Wuming small town. Within the city stands a landmark building in an octagonal shape, with a wind chime hanging from each corner. As the mountain breeze blows, the chime sounds clear and melodious, bringing tranquility to one’s heart.

It is said that Fengling Ancient City was not originally named Fengling Ancient City, but its original name has been lost in the mists of history.

The eight bells were snatched by an unparalleled being from an Ancient Buddha of the Western Regions Buddhist Sect. They possess mysterious and unfathomable power and are hung on this octagonal building, becoming a perpetual symbol of this city.

After entering the ancient city, the two of them did not stop at all but headed straight to the branch of the Treasure Pavilion established in this city.

Apart from the Western Region, the branches of the Treasure Pavilion are spread across every city in the Four Great Regions, even having branches in the sacred places of the Divine Race, attesting to its immense influence.

"You rest first, I’ll go out for a while!"

After settling down, Yaling asked the branch manager to arrange a comfortable room for Ye Fan, gently kissed his forehead, and then left.

Ye Fan naturally knew what Ya Ling wanted to do, but he didn’t stop her—the people of the two Assassin Holy Lands had already made a move on him, so naturally, Ya Ling would counterattack!

Of course, with her current strength, it is impossible for Ya Ling herself to eliminate these two long-standing Assassin Holy Lands, but with the help of the Treasure Pavilion’s power, there is great hope.

At present, Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, silently operating his skills, never willing to give up any opportunity for cultivation.

Now that he is within the branch of the Treasure Pavilion, there is naturally no need to worry about safety. No matter how powerful the people from the two Assassin Holy Lands are, they would not dare to openly assassinate in the branch of the Treasure Pavilion.

What worried Ye Fan most was not these two Assassin Holy Lands but the most mysterious Netherworld Assassin Sacred Land.

In terms of excellence in the Assassination Technique, the Netherworld Assassin Sacred Land undoubtedly ranks before Hongchen and Time, and the greatest threat he faces comes from the assassins of this sacred place.

However, he did not inform Yaling about the involvement of the Netherworld Assassin Sacred Land, lest she worry.

"Inform the headquarters, saying our Treasure Pavilion wants to declare war on the Red Dust Assassin Holy Land and the Time Killer Sanctuary!" Outside, Yaling instructed the manager of Fengling Ancient City with a frosty expression.

"Wh-what?"

The manager broke out in a cold sweat, stunned by the simultaneous declaration of war against two Assassin Holy Lands. What provoked the Holy Maiden?

"Holy Maiden, you must think this over! Time and Red Dust—these two Assassin Holy Lands are not to be trifled with. They haven’t provoked us; there’s no need to make a grand gesture of declaring war on them, is there?" the manager advised.

"They dared to assassinate Ye Fan, so it’s as if they’re declaring war on our Treasure Pavilion. Do as I said, have all branches abandon everything they are doing and investigate any trace of the Red Dust and Time Killer Sanctuaries with full force."

Yaling exhibited the full authority of a superior, speaking with unquestionable command, her subordinates only needing to comply.

"Yes, I’ll immediately inform the headquarters!"

The manager nodded, about to leave when he was suddenly called back.

"Find me someone with good writing skills. I want to write a declaration of crusade, to be proclaimed across the Five Domains, jointly striking down the Red Dust and Time Assassin Holy Lands!"

"Yes, I’ll take care of it right away!"

The manager of Fengling Ancient City left and shortly returned with a middle-aged man exuding the scholarly air of a fan and scarf.

Yaling glanced at the middle-aged man, nodded in satisfaction, and said, "I want you to write a proclamation for invading the Red Dust and Time Assassin Holy Lands. Can you do it?"

"Rest assured, Holy Maiden, as a disciple of the Treasure Pavilion, it is my honor to serve the Holy Maiden."

Under Yaling’s authorization, the middle-aged man consulted the abundant archives of the Treasure Pavilion, proceeding to swiftly write a stirring proclamation.

"Hereby, Red Dust and Time, the two ignoble organizations, disregard the great righteousness of the Human Race, madly attacking the hero Ye Fan from the Human Race. Their wolfish behavior is outrageous, akin to beasts...

Now, our Treasure Pavilion Holy Maiden Yaling, issues a call to the world, upholds great righteousness, and invades the Red Dust and Time, the two ignoble organizations, hoping the Heroic Lords prioritize the great righteousness of the Human Race, joining the Treasure Pavilion to strike down brutality, to uphold righteousness within the Cultivation World."

The proclamation was truly precious, detailing the atrocities of the Red Dust and Time Assassin Holy Lands. Which sacred place and Wu Shang Sect, which ancient clan have not been assassinated by them? There are still many sacred places where Ancestor’s skulls remain as their trophies, a fact intolerable to all forces.

"Excellent!"

Yaling, after reading it through, could not help but applaud, telling the middle-aged man, "You’re wasting your talent here. Go to the headquarters. Also, make multiple copies of this proclamation and disseminate it across the world!"

Yaling, in her wrath, proclaims to the world, jointly chastising the Red Dust and Time Assassin Holy Lands!

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PS: Today’s update contains a plot hole, observant brothers and sisters should have noticed it. Unless something unexpected happens, I’ll be posting some character illustrations and extras on the wei~xin~ account in October.

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