Chapter 91: Where in Life Can We Not Meet

  Ye Fan ran swiftly, traversing mountains and ridges with the agility of a spirit ape and the swiftness of a hunting leopard. However, he couldn't truly shake off the people behind him, as several figures continued to closely follow. It was imaginable that those individuals were not weak in their cultivation, likely being late-stage cultivators from the bitter sea.

  Suddenly, Ye Fan's expression solidified, and in front of him was a large canyon. Two figures appeared, blocking his path. Not only were there pursuers behind him, but two men had also ambushed him from ahead.

  "At this moment, it's too late to turn back and leave. Stopping in his tracks, he said: 'You two, we were just chatting together not long ago, why are you blocking my way now?'"

  In front of them, blocking the exit of the valley, were a man and a woman, both around twenty-five or six years old. The woman had a cold smile at the corner of her mouth and said: "You were fine in the Purple Sun Cave Heaven, why did you escape? Did you do something that can't be seen?"

  The man took a few big steps forward, staring at Ye Fan and said: "It can't be that you've stolen something, otherwise why would you rush away in such a hurry? Indeed, the nature of a beggar is not changed, even in our Purple Sun Cave Heaven, your hands and feet are not clean."

  "I think the 'source' on your body is also of dubious origin, it's probably stolen from our Ziyang Cave Heaven, otherwise how could a little beggar like you possibly possess something so valuable." The woman stepped forward, closing in.

  And in this process, Ye Fan was also moving forward naturally, without any intention of rushing over. His face was calm, but his heart was coldly laughing at these two people who were obviously trying to rob him of his source, yet still wanted to list out non-existent crimes against him.

  "How can you humiliate me like this, this 'yuan' is clearly my family heirloom, you can't splash dirty water on me like this..." As he spoke, Ye Fan had already arrived at the two people's side.

  Just then, people in the rear saw both sides approaching and shouted: "Be careful!"

  But it was too late, Ye Fan made a decisive move, jumping up, his movements swift to the extreme, both hands quickly shot out like lightning, and the two men's heads were heavily collided together, and they both fainted.

  The two monks could never have imagined that an eleven or twelve year old beggar would have such terrifying skills, and they were completely unguarded. In the blink of an eye, they fell to the ground, unconscious.

  Ye Fan didn't use the Golden Book, mainly because there were two people blocking his way ahead and he wasn't confident in instantly killing both of them. Moreover, he wanted to create a false impression for the people behind him, making them think that he had killed the first person with this method, rather than understanding the true cultivation technique.

  At this moment, Ye Fan pulled out a small curved knife from the woman's body and made a gesture to chop down the two of them. Suddenly, a shout came from behind him.

  Ye Fan didn't fall down, a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "I hope to mislead you." He pretended to be flustered and continued to flee forward.

  As expected, a resentful voice came from behind, someone said: "This little brat is very cunning and has a strong physique, Brother Yang must have been killed by him in the Stone Forest."

  "It's a good thing we followed closely, otherwise Wang Shixiong and Zhang Shimiao would have also met with disaster."

  ……

  Ye Fan muttered to himself: "You can't catch up, that's fine. If you really don't give up and keep entangling, I'll surprise you later."

  He didn't have enough strength, if he exposed his trump card too early, in case several people surrounded him, the consequences would be unthinkable. Now that he had successfully misled several people, it was equivalent to having an extra protective charm.

  They rushed forward for another dozen miles, and the three figures finally caught up from behind. The woman in the middle sneered: "After all, you are not a disciple of the Purple Sun Cave Heaven, although you ran very fast, but you took many detours, and in the end, you were still intercepted by us."

  Another two male disciples had gloomy faces, one of them spoke in a cold voice: "Poor Yang Shixiong was actually killed by a little beggar, he fell into this little brat's trap, how hateful!"

  "If we hadn't arrived in time, perhaps Wang Shixiong and Zhang Shimiao would have also met with disaster, and were actually ambushed by this little beggar." Another male disciple was also icy-faced.

  Ye Fan pretended to be afraid, revealing the expression of an eleven or twelve-year-old boy, stuttering and saying: "You...this can't be blamed on me, they wanted to kill me...to take away my 'source', I had no choice...taking advantage of their carelessness, I knocked them out."

  The woman's expression was icy cold and her voice was chilling as she said: "Yang Shixiong has been killed by you..."

  "I... thought I had knocked him out, but he didn't pass out. After falling to the ground, he grabbed my leg. I... was scared, pulled out a knife and accidentally... chopped it onto his neck." Ye Fan showed the fear that a child should have.

  "An accident?!" The woman's face turned gloomy, her beautiful features covered in frost, and she said coldly: "Accidentally killing Yang Shixiong, is this a joke or sarcasm?"

  "There's nothing more to say, take away the 'source', kill him, and avenge Brother Yang!"

  "Killing him directly would be too cheap..."

  Those two male disciples' eyes were all flashing with cold light, revealing a fierce and murderous intent.

  At this moment, Ye Fan kept shifting his feet, seemingly nervous, but in fact he was adjusting his direction, standing on the same straight line as the two male disciples, forming a "three points and one line".

  "Hiss"

  At this moment, a fierce golden light flew out of Ye Fan's body, like a golden lightning bolt, making the sun in the sky pale in comparison. The golden light was dazzling and flashed across the sky in an instant.

  "Hmm", "Hmm"

  Two faint sounds came, two men died with their eyes open, beheaded one after another, blood spurted high into the air, their upper bodies fell to the ground, blood continuously gushing out, and their lower bodies stiffened for a second before falling into the pool of blood.

  "That woman was shocked, but reacted quickly, instantly casting a purple divine net that enveloped Ye Fan."

  Clang Clang

  The golden book was like a golden sun, as if there were golden flames burning fiercely, rushing towards the purple net, and the two emitted a series of clanging sounds.

  The purple divine net cracked inch by inch, falling to the ground. The golden book rushed forward with a "brush" sound and spun down with a "pu" sound. The woman's head rolled off.

  Ye Fan wiped away a cold sweat; if he hadn't hidden his trump card and misled the few people, most likely he would have fallen into a pool of blood.

  "You want to kill me and take the 'source', your death is hard for me to feel guilty." After a simple deal here, Ye Fan flew away, not daring to stay for a moment.

  Just as he rushed out over a hundred meters, the rear transmitted a shouting voice, and there were actually several people who had almost caught up at this time. Ye Fan hastily turned his head to take a look, and his expression suddenly stiffened, because he saw Li Xiaoman!

  He couldn't put into words what kind of feeling it was, after all, they had a relationship in the past, although it had long ended and become a fleeting memory, but this scene still exceeded his expectations.

  Can be indifferent to each other, can be like strangers on the road, but it is such a scene...

  "Is it to kill me or follow and stop her fellow disciples... I hope it's the latter." Ye Fan muttered to himself, although that feeling had long been put down and couldn't make any ripples in him again, but if it was the former, then it would be too bloody.

  Ye Fan ran through the mountains like he was walking on flat ground, extremely fast. Suddenly, the sound of bells came from the front, echoing through the mountains.

  "This is the Purple Sun Cave Heaven's...” When Ye Fan turned his head to look, he found that several shadowy figures stopped moving after hearing the bell sound, and then quickly ran back.

  "The sound of the bell echoed for dozens of miles... They retreated upon hearing the bell, could it be that the Ziyang Cave Heaven is summoning all its disciples to return to the mountain gate?" Ye Fan's thoughts turned quickly, and in an instant, he thought of a possibility - the Ziyang Cave Heaven must have encountered something unusual, most likely they had discovered the identity of the Jiang family knights.

  "Too bad!" He fled in dismay.

  As he passed a river, he took out the piece of "source" and threw it into the riverbed.

  "The second highest master of the Purple Sun Cave Heaven can sense the aura of 'yuan', other strong masters must also be aware, it cannot be brought on the body anymore, come back to take it later." Ye Fan feared that the high masters of the Purple Sun Cave Heaven would also hunt him down and assist the knights of the Jiang family, which would make things more troublesome.

  "We can't escape from the mountain, we have to think inversely and surprise them." Ye Fan quickly ran back and came to a large waterfall, rushed in, stuck to the stone wall, and let the water flow continuously impact his body.

  His current cultivation is not very profound, but he can hold his breath for a long time. When he really can't hold on, he can stick his head out to take a breath of fresh air.

  Like this, Ye Fan hid for three whole days. During this time, someone had flown over from here, but didn't notice the waterfall below. Afterwards, Ye Fan changed to a few different locations to hide, and hid in these deep mountains for half a month without being discovered.

  That night, Ye Fan quietly left the mountain range where the Purple Yang Cave Heaven was located and walked out of the mountains.

  Days later, he appeared thousands of miles away, thoroughly far from there.

  Looking back on his experience in the Purple Sun Cave, what left the deepest impression on Ye Fan was Li Xiaoman's indifferent expression, advising him not to be unrealistic, accept reality and become an ordinary mortal, giving people a high-handed feeling.

  "It's time to get rid of the Knights of the Ginger Family, I need to find a place to settle down and cultivate as soon as possible."

  However, what Ye Fan never expected was that just three days later, he found the Jiang family knight again when he looked up at the sky in an ancient city.

  "It's really a lingering ghost, the problem isn't with that 'source' after all." Ye Fan emptied everything from his body, a white jade pendant given by Old Man Wu Qingfeng should be fine, and another broken jade with a missing corner, like a rotten stone, was given by the unscrupulous Daoist Duan De, which should also be fine.

  Then he took out a Bodhi seed the size of a walnut and muttered: "Is it because of this?"

  This Bodhi seed would be a pity to lose, as it can help people understand the way. Ye Fan has never treated him as a spiritual treasure, but always regarded him as the seed of the divine tree. Now that he thinks about it carefully, he realizes that the problem may lie here.

  "Perhaps Jiang Yichen sensed that the precious treasure was this Bodhi bead..."

  Soon after, Ye Fan climbed up a wine building, ordered some dishes and prepared to eat.

  "It's really a small world after all..." Suddenly, an old and hoarse voice sounded in Ye Fan's ear, and a thin, bony old man with white hair covering his face appeared before him like a ghost.

  "Old Han!" Ye Fan was shocked and almost overturned the table. It was really a coincidence, running into him at this critical moment.

  "It seems we have a good affinity, I was looking for you." The elderly Han from the Ling Xuan Cave Heaven sat down across the table.

  "What does Elder Han want with me?"

  Han Zhanglao was as withered as a dry log, his flesh shriveled up, only a layer of old skin covering his bones. With his white hair disheveled, he looked very frightening. He said in a gloomy tone: "I had prepared endless spiritual medicine for you, but couldn't find you anywhere. I didn't expect to meet you again here."

  "Have you prepared many spiritual medicines for me?"

  "You are the principal medicine, and other spiritual medicines assist." Han Changlao said calmly.

  "Damn it, you old fool!" Ye Fan slammed his hand on the table, and even now, enduring it silently was useless.