"Ha, what a persistent ghost."
Sitting in ditation to regulate his breath, Ye Xiaofan was startled awake by the voice, his brow furrowing as he couldn’t help but mutter.
However, the shouting outside didn’t cease due to his mutter, continuing to echo throughout the void.
"Ye Xiaofan, if you’re a man, co out. Even a thousand-year-old tortoise isn’t as good at hiding as you. Do you still claim to be a man?"
In the vast and majestic mountain range, a female figure frantically swung her sword, each strike resulting in earth-shattering reverberations, causing Spirit Peaks to collapse.
The Demon Sect girl, exquisitely beautiful in a tight black dress, incessantly bombarded the surrounding peaks with furious explosions, her lodious voice carrying a hint of anger, incessantly shouting.
Ye Xiaofan listened to the sounds and commotion outside and shook his head helplessly.
It had been a month since the Divine Sect Ancient Ruins incident. The injury on his left shoulder had nearly healed thanks to Dugu Nan and Qi Yun’s Spiritual Elixir, yet within this month, while avoiding a massive pursuit, Ye Xiaofan also consolidated his foundations.
He had forcibly broken through his cultivation multiple tis, leaving many hidden dangers on him over the past year. Fortunately, a month of ditative breath regulation had cleared most of them.
The only headache was the female figure that had been chasing him for a full month.
Originally, with Qi Yun’s Flying Talisman, Ye Xiaofan’s speed was incredible. Even with stops and starts along the way, he left many monstrous beings behind, causing many pursuers to give up.
Yet, the Demon Sect figure seed particularly persistent, relentlessly chasing with a few others. They had clashed countless tis this month, with no apparent result.
"Ye Xiaofan, I know you’re here. Are you such a coward you won’t even face a woman? How can you claim to be a rare prodigy? You’re shaming your master Dugu Nan."
"Co out and face like a real man. You’re a seven-foot man hiding like a turtle. Don’t you feel ashad?"
Boom—!!!
Yunmo Yue spoke, and terrifying Sword Qi swept across the Spirit Peaks, moving heaven and earth and mourning ghosts and gods. Even the few Demon Sect male cultivators standing aside looked on helplessly.
At that mont.
"Yunmo Yue."
A voice, extrely calm, slowly sounded. Yunmo Yue turned her head toward the voice, slightly astonished.
Even the few Demon Sect prodigies who had pursued relentlessly were instantly stirred, focusing intently.
"Ye Xiaofan?" Yunmo Yue looked at the silently standing figure on the other side, her beautiful eyes flashing with a hint of murder.
Ye Xiaofan looked helpless: "Yunmo Yue, are you as a Demon Sect prodigy out of your mind? You’re like a rabid dog, relentlessly biting. Did I kill your man, or did I desecrate your ancestors?"
Faced with Ye Xiaofan’s slight irritation, Yunmo Yue was unmoved and imdiately swung her sword, pointing it at Ye Xiaofan, shaking the entire void: "I thought you really intended to hide forever, but now that you’re out, let’s fight to the death."
Ye Xiaofan frowned slightly: "Give a reason?"
"What reason?" Yunmo Yue asked instinctively.
Ye Xiaofan: "A reason to fight you, or rather, why are you so determined to kill ? I’m curious. There’s no hatred ripple on you, nor do I feel any greed for that heritage. Since neither is present, what’s the reason for your obsession?"
This is what Ye Xiaofan discovered over the month, feeling quite frustrated.
Logically, with Qi Yun’s Flying Talisman boosting him, experts below the True Self Realm couldn’t easily catch up to him. This was why many rare prodigies reluctantly chose to give up when they realized he truly couldn’t be caught.
Yet Yunmo Yue and her group were different. They employed unknown ans, always finding him shortly after he hid.
Moreover, during the month’s chase, he learned of her background: the contemporary prodigy of the Demon Sword Sect and daughter of the Demon Dao, Yunmo Yue.
However, Ye Xiaofan couldn’t grasp the reason for her pursuit. It seed simple, not due to hatred, antagonism with the Sword Saint’s descendants, or greed for heritage—just purely wishing to kill him.
Ye Xiaofan couldn’t understand what went through such a person’s mind.
However, as soon as Ye Xiaofan finished speaking, Yunmo Yue snorted coldly: "I never need a reason to kill."
Yunmo Yue finished speaking, pondered for a mont, and then raised her eyes slowly: "If a reason is necessary, then it’s—Righteous and Demon Dao cannot coexist!"
"Righteous and Demon Dao cannot coexist?" Ye Xiaofan was taken aback: "Why does this sound like sothing I should say?"
Who really is the cultivator of the Righteous Sects? Hearing it from a Demonic Cultivator makes Ye Xiaofan feel sothing is off.
"Enough with the nonsense. Since you’re out, you still count as a man. Let’s battle." Yunmo Yue finished speaking, her body surging with Demonic Qi, Spiritual Power stirring the winds and clouds. As a re woman, she brimd with fighting spirit.
Ye Xiaofan heard this and raised his eyebrow slightly: "You’ve misunderstood. I’m out, not to fight you. I’m simply curious. My speed clearly surpasses yours; you shouldn’t be able to catch up. I want to know what thod you used to be so persistent, unable to shake off."
"Not out to fight? Ha, Ye Xiaofan, are you so afraid of death?" Yunmo Yue scoffed, having experienced his prowess during a month’s pursuit. If he truly wished to escape, they could not stop him.
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