Shrouding the Heavens

Chapter 350 - 351 Chapter 356 Ancient Desolation Sacred Body Divine Might

351: Chapter 356 Ancient Desolation Sacred Body Divine Might 351: Chapter 356 Ancient Desolation Sacred Body Divine Might A few years passed, and Jiang Yichen had grown from a sixteen or seventeen-year-old youth into a young man in his early twenties.

Dressed in azure robes, he exuded an air of arrogance.

Beneath him rode an azure strange and powerful beast, resembling a lion or tiger.

Its long, azure fur was immaculate, shimmering like jade.

On its head grew a jade horn, emitting a five-colored divine light.

This five-colored strange and powerful beast trod through the air, never actually touching the snowy ground, floating a foot above the surface, appearing exceptionally majestic.

Ye Fan remained calm.

He quietly retrieved the Divine Source he had given to Little Tingting, storing it within his body.

That strange and powerful beast on the street is quite unusual, he noted.

It was born with a sensitive jade horn capable of sensing divine items.

Years ago, it was precisely because this strange and powerful beast had sensed the supreme treasure on him that Jiang Yichen had been filled with greed and murderous intent, an encounter that almost cost Ye Fan his life.

“Let’s have a drink here.” Jiang Yichen leaped off his mount, forcefully pushed open the door, and strode in, bringing a gust of cold air with him.

“We also wanted to choose this place, but they said it’s closed,” said a person behind him, glancing at Little Tingting.

“Why would it be closed at noon?

If they don’t want to do business, why open a shop!” Jiang Yichen said coldly.

After a few years, he had developed an imposing presence.

“That is true, but they insisted.

They said it’s a tavern owned by the grandfather of some ‘little genius’ in the family,” someone said with a laugh, seemingly trying to stir up trouble.

At this point, Jiang Yichen looked inside the room.

He glanced at the old man and Ye Fan, then fixed his gaze on Little Tingting, saying, “So, it’s you.” “Hello, Brother Yichen,” Little Tingting called out, her young face turned upwards, her voice crisp and clear.

“Hmm.” Jiang Yichen gave a faint “hmm” and paid her little further attention.

He sat down at a table, began browsing the menu, and started ordering dishes directly.

“Brother Yichen, we’re closed today, not operating,” Little Tingting explained, her small face still upturned.

Even though they were from the same lineage of Divine King Jiang Taixu, Jiang Yichen showed no warmth towards Little Tingting.

He remained very indifferent, almost ignoring her completely.

Ye Fan observed this, sighing silently.

This man’s nature is indeed cold.

Years ago, when he was searching for the old man and his granddaughter in a small town in the Southern Region, Jiang Yifei and Jiang Caixuan had been exceedingly polite and had welcomed them with great sincerity.

Even back then, Jiang Yichen had displayed a disdainful attitude, looking down on everything and showing no regard whatsoever for the grandfather and granddaughter.

It’s imaginable that after entering the Jiang Family, he hasn’t shown any kindness or warmth these past few years; he must have always behaved like this.

Jiang Yichen ordered more than a dozen dishes, then put down the menu and said, “Alright, I’m done ordering.

Hurry up and prepare them.” “We’re not open today,” Little Tingting said in a small voice.

“If you’re not open, why have a shop?” Jiang Yichen glanced at her, then turned to the old man and commanded, “Hurry up and get to it!” Ye Fan felt an urge to slap him.

This person isn’t distantly related by blood to the old man; he should call him ‘Grandfather,’ yet he orders him around like a servant.

Little Tingting knew very well that she couldn’t afford to offend Jiang Yichen, as he held a very high status within the Jiang Family.

Among the younger generation, few dared to openly oppose him.

The Jiang Family was divided into two main branches.

One was the lineage of the family’s Peacock King, currently in its prime.

The other consisted of the descendants of Divine King Jiang Taixu, each possessing great strength.

Jiang Yichen, a descendant of Jiang Taixu, had an incredibly powerful grandfather and was also close to the Peacock King’s lineage.

Among the younger generation, apart from Jiang Yifei and a few others, no one could keep him in check.

“Brother Yichen…” Little Tingting said softly, looking up at him.

“Don’t call me brother,” Jiang Yichen coldly interrupted her.

He then said to the old man, “What are you still standing there for?” Familial affection, blood relations—none of these registered in Jiang Yichen’s eyes.

All he possessed was disdain and contempt.

“If you open a shop, you do business.

Hurry up,” someone chimed in, echoing Jiang Yichen.

“Get the dishes out quickly.

We’re bringing you money, after all,” another person jeered.

However, the others didn’t dare to go too far, as their status was not comparable to Jiang Yichen’s.

If any problem arose, they would undoubtedly be the ones punished by the family.

“Alright, please wait a moment.

I’ll go prepare the dishes right away.” The old man pulled Little Tingting to his side, preventing her from saying anything more, afraid his granddaughter would suffer ill-treatment.

Suddenly, a long howl echoed from outside the small town.

Jiang Yichen and his companions all stood up and rushed out immediately.

“Tingting, Old Man, let me take you away from here,” Ye Fan said, his heart deeply unsettled by what he had just witnessed.

“That won’t work.

Leaving the Jiang Family without permission is a major crime.

We’d be hunted down all over the world,” Little Tingting said, shaking her head.

“Actually, it’s alright.

Apart from Jiang Yichen, Brother Yifei and Sister Caixuan, and the others treat me very well.” The little girl was cheerful and optimistic.

She only remembered those who were good to her, ignoring all the unpleasantness and malicious gossip.

Ye Fan thought for a moment, then nodded and didn’t insist further.

He had many ways to solve the grandfather and granddaughter’s problems.

If worst came to worst, he could directly inform the Ninth Great Bandit Jiang Hi, who was Jiang Zhe’s younger brother and thus the old man’s uncle.

“I don’t think the old man is suited to live here.

Didn’t the lineage of Divine King Jiang Taixu build a residence for you in a major city?” “Grandpa said he’s not used to living there.

He feels he doesn’t have this kind of freedom,” Little Tingting replied.

Ye Fan then smiled and said, “The old man is just getting on in years and is afraid of loneliness.

This is easy to solve.

Invite some other elderly people of the same age to live with him, and he’ll definitely get used to it.” Persuaded by Ye Fan, the old man nodded.

It was indeed as Ye Fan had said; people often feel lonely in their old age and are reluctant to live alone in a large, empty mansion.

That very day, Little Tingting set off with the old man and moved to an adjacent city.

There, they offered free accommodation, food, and drink to some solitary elderly people, who naturally accepted with gratitude.

Ye Fan did not make an appearance; Little Tingting handled everything.

He didn’t want to draw attention, as that might bring trouble to the grandfather and granddaughter.

“Big Brother, when will you come to see Tingting again?” Little Tingting asked, her large eyes red and filled with reluctance to part.

“It won’t be long.

I’ll visit you often,” Ye Fan said, smiling as he patted her head.

After sealing the Divine Source, he gave it to Little Tingting.

He didn’t go to the mansion but turned and strode away.

“Big Brother, take care…” Little Tingting waved her small hand, her eyes red, as she watched him leave.

“Tingting, cultivate well.

I’ll find the Earth Destiny Fruit for you,” Ye Fan said, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Actually, he hadn’t left; he continued to wander this region.

He sighed inwardly.

Jiang Yichen is quite cunning; he even arranged for someone to monitor the old man’s residence.

When this mansion was first built, these people had appeared here, lying in wait for him like a hunter waiting for a hare by a stump.

Jiang Yichen knew about his relationship with the grandfather and granddaughter and was aware that he possessed the sacred body.

Instead of searching for him in the outside world, he had secretly laid this trap.

Although the old man hadn’t lived here before, the mansion itself was quite famous.

Anyone asking outer disciples of the Jiang Family would easily learn of it.

Ye Fan smirked.

This Jiang Yichen really never forgets about me.

He must have been certain that I’d visit this place someday.

It was just by a twist of fate that I met the old man and his granddaughter earlier.

Clutching the God-beating Whip, he walked into an Ice Field.

He had already learned that Jiang Yifei had a temporary palace outside the main family holdings.

Heavy snow was falling, blanketing the world in white.

Ye Fan stood quietly on the Ice Field for seven days.

He never approached the palace, merely waiting on the path its occupants must take.

On the ninth day, a dozen riders appeared in the distance, all mounted on strange and powerful beasts.

They broke through the heavy snow, soaring through the air with a whistling sound.

The leader was Jiang Yichen.

All of them were masters; the weakest was at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace, and several were cultivators in the Four Extremes Secret Boundary.

Ye Fan revealed his True Body, not concealing his appearance.

He stood quietly in the wind and snow, gazing at them, the God-beating Whip on his back.

Although several years had passed and Ye Fan’s appearance had changed somewhat, Jiang Yichen still recognized him at a glance.

“It’s you!” His expression changed instantly.

“That’s right, it’s me!” For the sake of Little Tingting and the old man, Ye Fan had deliberately chosen to make his move here, having waited for nine long days.

“I understand now!

The person I saw in the tavern a few days ago was you!

If not for that sudden change of plans that day, we wouldn’t be facing each other only today, HAH!” He was ruthless and quick-witted, making such connections instantly.

“All of you, go!

Kill him and bring me the Origin Qi Cauldron!” At once, seven figures rushed over and surrounded Ye Fan.

One was at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace, three were at the Fifth Layer Heaven, and the remaining three were at the First Layer Heaven of the Four Extremes Secret Boundary.

Ye Fan had nothing to say; he was here today specifically for this ambush.

Hands behind his back, he faced them calmly.

Such composure contrasted sharply with his somewhat youthful face.

“Kill!” All seven attacked simultaneously, unleashing seven kinds of spiritual treasures, including a divine lamp and an ancient cauldron.

Brilliant light flashed, overshadowing the sky, their power terrifying.

“ROAR…” Ye Fan let out a mighty roar that shook the entire plain.

The distant snowy mountains instantly suffered a massive avalanche, which surged downwards like a roaring flood, rumbling violently.

For hundreds of thousands of years, a sacred body at the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace was nearly unheard of.

Yet today, one had appeared.

Its roar was like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth.

It was like an eternal Divine Furnace, its vital energy flourishing and stirring the highest heavens.

PUFF!

The cultivator at the Fourth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace was instantly shattered.

The three at the Fifth Layer Heaven were struck by the terrifying sonic wave and fell from mid-air to the ground, their faces deathly pale.

Ye Fan transformed into a streak of golden light and shot forward.

He moved at a terrifying speed, his golden fists unstoppable and indestructible, smashing any spiritual treasures that blocked his path.

PUFF!

PUFF!

PUFF!

The three cultivators at the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace were shattered by his three punches, turning into a mist of blood.

Their forms and spirits were utterly destroyed, vanishing from the world.

Ye Fan soared into the sky, charging towards the three cultivators at the First Layer Heaven of the Four Extremes Secret Boundary.

He didn’t draw the God-beating Whip, relying solely on his physical strength to attack them.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG!

A series of collision sounds rang out.

Ye Fan’s golden fists possessed a crushing momentum; nothing could withstand them!

CRACK!

CRACK!

The spiritual treasures of the three cultivators at the First Layer Heaven of the Four Extremes Secret Boundary turned to dust.

They themselves disintegrated in the sky, breaking into pieces.

“You…” Jiang Yichen and the remaining three were all utterly shocked, almost unable to believe their eyes.

“A sacred body at the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace!

Only the Sacred Lands can cultivate such a being!” “For hundreds of thousands of years, it’s been nearly impossible for a sacred body to reach this realm on its own!” Ye Fan was very calm.

With the God-beating Whip on his back, he strode forward.

Though he walked alone, each step caused the entire Ice Field to tremble.

The oppressive aura of the sacred body of Ancient Desolation made hearts tremble with fear; an incomparably mighty force surged!

“You three are cultivators at the Second Layer Heaven of the Four Extremes Secret Boundary!

Attack together and kill him for me!” Jiang Yichen shouted.

The moment the three moved, Jiang Yichen mounted his strange and powerful beast, transforming into a streak of azure light that shot towards the horizon.

He abandoned the others and fled alone.

Cold-hearted by nature, and sensing that these three were also no match for Ye Fan, he fled decisively and promptly.

BUZZ.

The void shuddered.

The heavens and earth quivered under an immense pressure as a Great Cauldron surged from Ye Fan’s Dao Palace.

It released countless streams of Black Yellow Qi and expanded to eighteen meters in height.

It shot out in an instant, catching up with Jiang Yifei in no time.

With a BOOM, it descended and suppressed him on the Ice Field.

The three cultivators at the Second Layer Heaven of the Four Extremes Secret Boundary all turned pale.

They fled without a fight, scattering in three different directions.

BOOM!

Ye Fan threw out the Vajra.

This weapon, interwoven with Dao and cosmic principles, possessed earth-shattering power.

It instantly smashed the Ice Field ahead.

The ice and snow vanished, and even the crimson earth beneath shattered, leaving a scene of utter devastation.

The cultivator fleeing in that direction was smashed to pieces by the Vajra without even making a sound.

Not even a trace of blood mist remained; he was utterly disintegrated.

SHINK!

Ye Fan unleashed the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword towards another direction.

A streak of dark light tore through the heavens, transforming into a roaring True Dragon that lunged forward in an instant.

PUFF!

The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword pierced through.

All the cultivator’s spiritual treasures and defensive measures were utterly unable to withstand it and were penetrated.

He couldn’t close his eyes even in death.

The small black sword, less than an inch long, had pierced his forehead, leaving a bloody hole.

Immediately, thousands of sword auras erupted from his body.

BANG!

In an instant, his body was riddled with sword holes and shattered in the void, leaving nothing behind.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan personally gave chase, transforming into a golden bolt of lightning that streaked across the sky, catching up to the third cultivator in the blink of an eye.

This person was indeed courageous.

He turned around, unleashing his full Eight Divine Beast Strength, which stirred the heavens and earth.

He summoned eight divine-like phantoms and brandished a dozen weapons.

The high heavens rumbled under the pressure.

Across the entire Ice Field, the heavy, goose-feather snow seemed to reverse its fall, swirling upwards against the sky.

However, all this was futile.

Though his momentum was vast and his combat power astonishing, he was facing a sacred body at the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace.

He was doomed to a bitter end.

Ye Fan wielded the God-beating Whip.

True to the saying ‘One Weapon Breaks Ten Thousand Laws,’ he swung it down repeatedly.

Deafening sounds were unceasing as both the divine-like phantoms and the various weapons were shattered!

“AH…” The cultivator’s divine sense was wounded.

Hair disheveled, he looked up to the sky and screamed.

PUFF!

Ye Fan lashed out with his whip.

An utter silence fell; only the wind and snow remained between heaven and earth.

All enemies had been turned to ash.

This was the sacred body of ancient times.

At the Fifth Layer Heaven of the Dao Palace, it was already terrifyingly powerful, its combat power world-shocking.

Unless facing a Great Emperor in their youth, it would hardly meet a match at the same level.

The Vajra and the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sacred Spirit Sword both returned to Ye Fan’s body.

Simultaneously, the Origin Qi Cauldron shook, ejecting Jiang Yichen.

“You actually dare to come to my Jiang Family’s territory to ambush and kill me…” A trace of fear crept into his voice.

Ye Fan smiled, a brilliant smile.

“I’ve already offended the two major Sacred Lands.

What’s killing you?

Is there anything I wouldn’t dare to do?”