Long Xueyi sprang up from the ground, standing side by side with Wei Fan.
The two looked toward the mouth of the cave, where a young-faced man had just stood up, "The Bodhi Fruit is ripe. Looks like I’ve co at just the right ti."
His eyes glinted with greed. He stared at the Bodhi Tree for a long mont before finally turning to look at Wei Fan and Long Xueyi.
Seeing the two of them, the man was clearly taken aback, "Looks like it was Luo Hongyuan who died. That bastard plotted for years, really thinking the people who knew about this back then were idiots. No one would have guessed the Bodhi Fruit was in his hands—and then he escaped the Great Prison just to throw his life away."
A panel flashed before Wei Fan’s eyes:
[Yuan Zian: Half-Step Divine Realm, bullies the weak, kills without reason]
[Slay him for 900 years of power harvesting]
Wei Fan glanced at the panel, his lips twitching slightly. He sent a ssage to Long Xueyi, "Watch over the Bodhi Fruit. Leave the rest to !"
Long Xueyi nodded gently.
The Bodhi Fruit wasn’t fully mature yet, not ready to be picked.
She spoke, "Be careful. That’s Yuan Zian, disciple of Divine Realm Martial Sect’s Sun Jinglin. He probably has sothing from the Divine Realm Martial Sect on him."
Wei Fan only learned the intruder’s na from the panel, but Long Xueyi recognized Yuan Zian right away.
Disciple of Divine Realm Martial Sect’s Sun Jinglin!
Sun Jinglin was famous around the commandery cities surrounding Su City. He was one of the rare Divine Realm Martial Sect elders who broke into the Divine Realm on his own—without relying on Gathering God Space. Even Wei Fan, who didn’t know much about Jianghu experts, had heard of him.
Wei Fan had never heard of Yuan Zian before, nor expected him to be Sun Jinglin’s disciple, since Sun Jinglin actually had a decent reputation in Jianghu.
But the panel gave a clear warning about Yuan Zian standing before him.
Usually, when the panel tells you killing soone would yield power harvesting, that person is rotten to the core.
Yuan Zian didn’t seem fazed by being recognized. He’d never intended to hide—otherwise, he wouldn’t show his real face. "So you know who I am. Still thinking of making a move? For the sake of the Bodhi Fruit, I’ll let you live if you leave now. Trying to steal this from ? Not nearly enough."
He didn’t want to fight Wei Fan and Long Xueyi inside the cave. If these two could kill Luo Hongyuan, that ant they were also at half-step Divine Realm. If a fight broke out, the aftershocks could easily destroy the Bodhi Fruit.
Long Xueyi’s expression shifted, "Trying to cut in? You an Luo Hongyuan’s escape from the Great Prison was your doing, too?"
Yuan Zian nodded noncommittally, "Not part of it—all of it. Without convincing Lin Cheng, Luo Hongyuan wouldn’t have had a shot at escaping. I thought Lin Cheng would die, never figured it’d be Luo Hongyuan.
Alright, I’ve given you this news. You can crawl back to the Demon Suppression Bureau and collect your little reward. Thinking you can stall for ti until the Bodhi Fruit matures? Do I look stupid to you?"
He’d already figured out who Wei Fan and Long Xueyi were.
Lin Cheng hadn’t shown up, probably taken out by the Demon Suppression Bureau.
Wei Fan’s voice rang out coldly, "Didn’t you see how Luo Hongyuan died just now?"
Yuan Zian sneered, "And if I didn’t? You think I’m as useless as Luo Hongyuan? I could’ve spared your lives, and you still dream of killing ? Didn’t she tell you? My master is Sun Jinglin. Do you realize what those three words an?"
"Listening to you go on, I almost thought you were Sun Jinglin himself."
Wei Fan fell silent, the Ivory Saber appearing in his hand. With a stride, he closed in on Yuan Zian in a flash.
Yuan Zian’s face twisted in anger, "You clueless bastard! If the Bodhi Fruit gets ruined, I’ll skin you alive!"
The cave was roomy enough, but if two half-step Divine Realm fighters went at it, the place could collapse in seconds.
Yuan Zian was also a saber expert; furious, he summoned a pitch-black broadsword into his hand.
In an instant, Perfection Saber Intent surged forth, a flood of Sword Aura lashing out at Wei Fan.
Wei Fan’s lips curled with mockery, "You dare wield a saber in front of ?"
Just Perfection Saber Intent—even if he empowered it with half-step Divine Realm Heart and Spirit—it was nowhere near matching saber montum.
Not dodging or flinching, Wei Fan struck back with his own blade.
With the pull of saber montum, the world shuddered. The next mont, the Sword Aura Yuan Zian struck out seed to reverse like a torrent—rushing straight back at him.
"Saber montum?"
Yuan Zian’s face paled in terror—not only was his Sword Aura turned against him, his pitch-black saber buzzed wild in his hands, twisting its edge toward himself.
He frantically pulsed his True Power, channeling Heart Spirit to keep control, barely forcing the blade back under his grip.
The purple Sword Aura ca slicing down, carrying unstoppable great montum. Yuan Zian reeled backward, smashing through the cave wall behind him.
BOOM!
The whole cave shuddered, boulders flying everywhere.
Long Xueyi shielded the Bodhi Fruit, bursts of Sword Qi shredding falling rocks to pieces.
Yuan Zian’s body had already crashed through the cave wall, tumbling outside.
The purple Sword Aura slashed through the wall, leaving behind a huge gap, rubble crumbling everywhere.
"He’s the newly risen Horizontal Cultivation of Innate Wei Fan from the Demon Suppression Bureau—this freak’s already mastered saber montum!"
The mont he saw the purple Sword Aura, Yuan Zian knew who his opponent was.
Seeing for himself, he realized Wei Fan was even more monstrous than the rumors said.
Rumor was, Wei Fan was just an Acupoint Martial Artist. But the one before him—no way was he just that. He was clearly a Fourth Layer Celestial Realm Martial Artist, and had grasped saber montum—a freak that made his scalp tingle.
Wei Fan broke through the gap in the cave wall, shattering falling rocks with every step. "Wasn’t your master Sun Jinglin? Fleeing after one move—aren’t you ashad to call yourself a Martial Sect disciple!"
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