Chapter Ninety-Six: Life's Great Resentment

  Ye Fan's heart was extremely calm, and he had adjusted himself to the best state, ready to launch a fierce attack at any time. The golden book in his bitter sea was shining with strange light.

  Han Zhanglao thought he was favored by heaven, his emotions were extremely excited, and he trembled as he stretched out his right hand to grab the lid of the cauldron. With a burst of strength, he lifted it up. In his mind, a peerless treasure elixir would soon appear, which would surely be radiant and resplendent, with divine light shining in all directions.

  Indeed, the golden light was dazzling, exceptionally brilliant, and it made people unable to open their eyes. In an instant, he flew towards Elder Han. At first, he thought that the Treasure Elixir had become sentient and automatically shot out of the cauldron, but in an instant, his soul was shaken, feeling as if he had been directly knocked from heaven into hell.

  What was supposed to be a precious elixir turned out to be a gleaming divine iron, swiftly slashing towards his neck. Meanwhile, in the bronze cauldron sat an elegant young man with clear eyebrows and bright eyes, perfectly intact, not having been refined into a medicinal pill at all, staring intently at him.

  "Ah, no!" The old Korean was drenched in cold sweat, screaming in terror as he tried to fly away, but it was too late. A golden light flashed like lightning and sliced open his throat with a "plop".

  Fresh blood spurted out, severe pain made Han's old head dizzy and his eyes darkened, he fell backwards and heavily collapsed in the pool of blood.

  The golden paper was razor-sharp and instantly cut open Elder Han's neck, leaving only a thin layer of old skin still connected, with blood gushing out!

  However, Han Chang was after all a powerful cultivator. Despite looking old and frail, as if he would collapse at any moment, his body actually contained a large amount of spiritual energy. Even with his neck severed, he didn't die immediately. He stretched out his right hand to hold onto his head, trying to reconnect it.

  At the same time, his bitter sea of green light flickered and burst forth with a piercing radiance, as the divine spring surged forth to provide him with powerful vitality. At the same moment, several green wooden swords shot out and flew towards Ye Fan's location.

  Ye Fan's heart was chilled, and the different realms were indeed separated by a chasm, fundamentally impossible to cross! If he hadn't carefully hidden his strength and launched this fierce attack at the last moment, there would have been no hope of killing Han Changlao.

  He was as agile as a leopard, leaping up and hiding behind the bronze tripod, grasping the resplendent golden book, slashing forward.

  Han Changlao had indeed suffered a severe injury, and his life was hanging in the balance. The few Green Wood Swords that had just burst out were still shining brightly, with a sharp sword energy and green light radiating in all directions. However, their luster soon dimmed, and the swords began to wobble and shake, on the verge of falling down.

  "Clang Clang Clang"

  The golden paper was sharper than the divine iron, and its brilliant light was like a fierce sun that pierced the eyes. It seemed to have ignited, and in an instant it intercepted several green wooden swords, spinning and cutting through them with a loud clanging sound, severing them all!

  Ye Fan didn't dare to be slightly careless, the Golden Book transformed into a divine rainbow, like a bright moon cutting through the dark sky, bursting out a terrifying energy fluctuation, charging towards Han Changlao's abdomen.

  In the dazzling light, blood splattered everywhere. With a "plop", Han Changlao's bitter sea was shattered in an instant. His body was chopped into pieces and heavily crashed onto the stone wall of the chamber, leaving behind a human-shaped bloody mark that slowly slid down to the base of the wall.

  Golden light filled the air, auspicious colors shone in thousands of ways, the golden book transformed into a dazzling ray of light, rushing back into Ye Fan's body.

  Han Changlao had not thoroughly died, with his right arm tightly pressing against his skull, preventing it from rolling off his neck. It can be imagined how terrifying a cultivator who has transcended the Sea of Suffering is, and he's definitely not someone ordinary people can deal with.

  Ye Fan secretly wiped a cold sweat, if it wasn't for quietly enduring for seven days without making any rash moves, it would have been impossible to kill Han Changlao.

  At this moment, Han Chang's eyes were spewing fire, he couldn't accept this fact! He didn't see the top-grade elixir, but instead got the scythe of death god, which made him hard to believe, suddenly falling from heaven to hell, this kind of unbearable feeling drove him mad.

  "Uh......ah......gu......" Han Chang's slit throat was bleeding profusely, and the corners of his mouth were also overflowing with blood, making it difficult for him to speak. His eyes were wide open, staring fixedly at Ye Fan.

  "For... why..." Finally, Han Zhang Lao managed to spit out some unclear words, he seemed to have difficulty swallowing that last breath, unwilling to die in such a miserable way.

  "Are you really treating me like a monkey?" Ye Fan didn't take it lightly, looking at Han Changlao very calmly, saying: "Unfortunately, you are not the top."

  Han Zhang's wound gushed out a lot of blood, he opened his mouth with difficulty and said: "You... I... hate..."

  "Hmm"

  He spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with unresigned and desperate, with an endless resentment in his heart. Everything was supposed to be perfect, but the final result was so cruel that he couldn't accept it even if he died.

  "You really think I'm a soft persimmon, to be pinched at will? You actually treated me as a divine medicine to refine. A ruthless and venomous person like you deserves such an ending." Ye Fan stood not far away, striking mercilessly: "You died without being wronged one bit. I endured for seven days and seven nights, only revealing this fatal blow in the final moment. Be a good person next life, or else you'll still meet a bad end."

  Han Zhang's anger suddenly surged, his neck almost breaking, but he still refused to swallow the last breath. His mouth continuously spat blood, gritted teeth, and unclear words came out: "I... won't let go... you... deserve to die..."

  Ye Fan glanced at Han Changlao, then opened all the medicine cabinets next to him. Suddenly, a wave of fragrance wafted up to his nose. He took out all the rare and precious herbs that were almost as good as the Phoenix God Grass.

  "Old fellow, it's clear that you're extremely diligent and have worked hard your whole life, comparable to an old ox. Collecting so many rare and precious spiritual medicines is something ordinary people wouldn't even dare think about. It's truly admirable! All I can say here is, thank you, I accept with gratitude!"

  "You..." Elder Han was so angry that he coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes blazing with fury. If he could move, he would have swallowed Ye Fan whole.

  "Don't worry, I won't let your hard work go to waste. These rare and precious resources will be utilized well, and I'll strive to break into the Springs of Fate realm within two years."

  "Damn it!" The three words came out of Elder Han's mouth, which was surprising, but truly expressed his greatest indignation.

  "When things happen, one must remain calm and composed. Opportunities are always reserved for those who are prepared...". Ye Fan's mouth curled up with a faint smile, and he said jokingly: "The ancients were indeed not deceiving me!"

  When he heard the words "Ancient people, I am not deceiving you", Han Zhanglao completely lost his mind, and the fresh blood in his mouth was like a mountain spring gushing out, spitting out his last few words: "Ancient people... I... hate..."

  Han Zhanglao was suffocated to death, his right hand fell weakly, and his skull rolled down with a loud noise. He died unjustly, his eyes wide open, refusing to close them in death.

  "Let's be born into a good family next life..." Ye Fan said the same words as Han Changlao, it can be imagined that the two had exactly the same mood when saying these words, but the result was completely different.

  If Elder Han were still conscious underground, he would definitely cough up three liters of blood and struggle to get back up.

  Ye Fan strode into a corner of the stone chamber, picked up his own rosary from the stone table, and put it in his bosom.

  This extraordinary Bodhi seed can help people gain enlightenment, and its value is immeasurable. If it were to spread out, I'm afraid all the strong practitioners from the Eastern Wilderness would come to fight for it. Moreover, it can be expected that the stronger the person, the more they will cherish this mysterious seed, because the further one cultivates, the harder it becomes, and every moment of awakening is an unimaginable great opportunity.

  Ye Fan's current realm is still low, and it's hard for him to have that kind of experience. He doesn't know how difficult it is for a cultivator in the later stages to "enlighten" the way. At that time, neither heavenly treasures nor divine medicine will be useful. A true peak expert needs to "enlighten" to break through.