In front of Ye Fan, the Tianjue Sect’s array was simply no match.
He rely raised the Fire Dragon Sword, and several flas descended from the sky, clawing and dancing as they charged toward the Tianjue Sect’s array, causing the disciples within it to scatter in disarray, their screams echoing ceaselessly.
"Ah?" Many were set ablaze, but the fire could not be extinguished. Combined with Ye Fan’s Pure Yang spiritual energy, the Fire Dragon Sword produced flas that would not die out.
"Quick, find the pond! Get into the water!"
The cave descended into chaos. There were a few small ponds scattered around, and the disciples who were on fire jumped into the ponds, but the spiritual energy fire did not require oxygen to burn, so even underwater, the flas persisted, and the high temperature of the flas vaporized the water in the ponds into puffs of mist.
"Hiss..."
Amidst the sll of sothing burning, the water in the pond gradually evaporated, and those on fire struggled until they finally stopped moving.
Ye Fan’s voice ca, like the devil’s final ultimatum: "The grievances between sects should not concern outsiders, but your cris of rape and plunder have earned you this fate."
"Brother, let’s fight him to the death!"
A Golden Core Stage elder of the Tianjue Sect wanted to go all out against Ye Fan but was stopped by an elderly man beside him. The old man said, "Junior Brother, take the people and retreat, leave this to to handle. A gentleman’s revenge can wait for Ten Years, rember to avenge on this brat... Ah!"
As soon as he finished speaking, two more fire dragons lunged at him, moving too fast for him to react, scorching him with their high temperature. But being at the Golden Core Stage, he wasn’t set ablaze, though his clothes were reduced to ash.
"Scram!" Ye Fan shouted angrily for the last ti.
This ti, whether it was the elders of the Tianjue Sect or the ordinary disciples, they all scrambled and crawled to escape to the upper cave levels.
The cave was left with only a dozen burnt corpses, so still struggling with flas, but as Ye Fan retracted his Pure Yang spiritual energy, the flas on them extinguished.
"Junior Brother’s cultivation has improved again, it’s truly a marvel." Wu Ding’s voice ca from behind Ye Fan. Under her guidance, Li Zhaojun, Min Shang, and others ascended from the main hall of the Mingyuan Sect with their disciples, even Elder Wu was among them. However, judging by Elder Wu’s condition, his demonic qi was deeper than Wu Ding’s, requiring more ti to recuperate.
Ye Fan didn’t speak. Wu Ding suddenly frowned and said, "It’s just that Junior Brother seems different from before, almost like us, he has entered into demonic ways. Could it be that there’s Demonic Qi from the Banner of Evil Spirits at work within Junior Brother?"
Jiang Ting said, "Wu Ding Superior, it’s all because of that woman with the last na Han, she used the Desire Pill concocted by Fa Ying the old nun, disturbing Lord Ye’s mind."
"That bitch!" Wu Ding clenched her fist, "Not only did she harm Senior Brother Qing Wu and , but she also didn’t spare Ye Fan. I really want to see her and crush her bones inch by inch and watch her wail in pain."
When Wu Ding got angry, the Demonic Qi within her tended to rise, and as Ye Fan landed beside her, placing his hand on her shoulder, her emotions cald down. Eventually, she couldn’t help but place her hand on the back of Ye Fan’s hand, giving him a faint smile, almost like an implication.
Ye Fan said, "Senior Brother’s Demonic Qi is heavy and needs a place to recuperate, it’s not suitable to stay here long. Sect Master Hai, I think you all should take refuge temporarily as well."
"Yes." Hai Hua said with deep emotion, "This battle caused significant losses to the Mingyuan Sect. Luckily, so fellow disciples are still outside and haven’t returned. I hope they are safe. We remaining disciples hope Lord Ye can look after us."
Ye Fan didn’t ntion the Tongling Mirror and the protector bell in person, as he went to support Li Zhaojun, who naturally leaned her head on his shoulder.
"Master, this place is very close to Jingzhao City, and I have so property there. It might be a good place to rest." Han Qing’er approached, respectfully.
"Hmm." Ye Fan glanced at her, nodded, and then left the entrance pond of the Mingyuan Sect’s mountain gate with the others.
...
Jingzhao City, an ancient capital for thirteen dynasties, is also the largest city in the western region of China.
The Han family’s businesses were spread across China, with so enterprises in Jingzhao City. Finally, a few people arrived at a private residence in the west of the city at midnight.
Both Wu Ding and Elder Wu needed to return for recuperation. Ye Fan, having just advanced to the mid-Nascent Soul stage, also needed to consolidate the scattered spiritual energy. As for Li Zhaojun, Min Shang helped her by continuously supplenting her with Pure Yin spiritual energy, guiding Li Zhaojun’s innate spiritual energy with Min Shang’s Pure Yin spiritual energy.
Since Min Shang and Li Zhaojun needed to undress, Ye Fan didn’t disturb them and stayed in the room next door, so he could assist imdiately if anything unexpected happened.
Ye Fan sat cross-legged on the bed, gradually organizing the scattered spiritual energy within him. His Nascent Soul had already passed the initial sleeping phase and was eagerly absorbing the surrounding spiritual energy. However, Earth’s spiritual energy was too scarce, so the Nascent Soul seed to throw a fit, like a hungry baby constantly crying out.
At the early Nascent Soul stage, Earth’s spiritual energy was already insufficient. Now that he had suddenly reached the mid-Nascent Soul stage, the Nascent Soul demanded even more.
Ye Fan opened his eyes, appearing helpless. He suddenly thought of the mysterious gourd he had obtained within the Tianxuan Sect’s mountain gate when he entered the sect.
At the seafloor, the gourd showed signs of awakening. He hadn’t given it much thought at the ti, but now couldn’t help but take it out.
Wu Ding had ntioned that this gourd seed to be a treasure, but despite many generations of Tianxuan Sect disciples having attempted to utilize it, no practical function had been discovered. Thus, it was only classified as a low-level magic artifact, and no one used such a crude magic artifact, leaving it sitting in the treasury. Until Ye Fan selected it.
Why Ye Fan chose this nondescript gourd, even he never considered. Now, holding it, he felt the surrounding air seed to hold more spiritual energy.
"Could it be my illusion?"
Ye Fan tried opening the gourd into two halves, but the inside revealed nothing special, just an increased presence of spiritual energy around him. Quickly, he refocused on cultivation. No matter how much spiritual energy he required, the gourd seemingly supplied endlessly, more effectively than any spiritual energy-rich place on Earth, featuring both Pure Yin and Pure Yang of spiritual energy, with the Pure Yang seemingly tailored for Ye Fan’s cultivation.
After cultivating for several more cycles, the Nascent Soul finally satiated and fell silent, and Ye Fan could feel his spiritual energy soaring, bolstering his mid-Nascent Soul stage.
Ye Fan mused, "No wonder this gourd was never fully realized. Only in places with scarce spiritual energy does it endlessly generate spiritual energy; in the Pan Gu secret realm, it offered no practical use. This magic artifact is useless to others but can undoubtedly aid Zhao Jun and in continuing our cultivation, even on Earth, without the risk of stagnation."
As Ye Fan contemplated these thoughts, he suddenly felt a spiritual energy body approaching him, easily discerning it was Han Qing’er.
"What does this woman intend to do now?" Ye Fan doubted Han Qing’er dared to et her end, but he saw Han Qing’er timidly enter the room, not walking further, but kneeling and slowly crawling to the bedside.
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