The Haoran Sect Ancestor snorted coldly, his body turning into a streak of golden light as he locked onto Ye Fan, pursuing him relentlessly.
The two of them, one fleeing and one pursuing, dashed from the Eastern Province toward the border of the Northern Province.
Wherever they passed, the mountains and rivers shook. Countless cultivators saw the two figures flying past at extreme speeds from afar and dared not approach.
Due to the difference in their cultivation realms, Ye Fan's attacks did not cause much damage to the Haoran Sect Ancestor.
However, the damage the Haoran Sect Ancestor inflicted on Ye Fan was very real.
Ye Fan forcibly suppressed his surging injuries and stuffed another pill into his mouth.
Gritting his teeth, he continued to sprint toward the Northern Province.
He knew that only by entering the Northern Province would he have a sliver of hope for survival.
After all, that was the territory of demonic cultivators.
The Haoran Sect Ancestor's face was grim. Having chased him all this way, he also realized how troublesome Ye Fan was.
The thought of the potential catastrophe Ye Fan could bring to the Haoran Sect in the future intensified his resolve.
His killing intent flared, and he increased his speed by another notch.
Not long after Ye Fan entered the Northern Province, the Haoran Sect Ancestor finally caught up to him.
“Die...!”
Circulating his spiritual energy, he slashed his spirit sword down once more.
“Boom...”
Sensing mortal danger, Ye Fan prepared to use a secret technique to escape once again.
Just then, a cold, ghostly glint suddenly pierced through the air.
It directly blocked the Haoran Sect Ancestor's strike.
Ye Fan froze, realizing that what had saved him was a black embroidery needle.
“My, why such a big temper?”
A high-pitched, feminine voice, laced with laziness and mockery, rang out.
Hearing the voice, the Haoran Sect Ancestor frowned and looked up, only to see the Wuhua Palace Ancestor standing in midair not far away.
The Wuhua Palace Ancestor gently flicked a pink silk handkerchief in his hand, slowly spinning it around his fingertips.
He sized Ye Fan up, a playful smile gracing his lips.
“Not a bad-looking one. You fit the temperament of our Wuhua Palace perfectly...”
“Wuhua Old Monster, I advise you not to poke your nose where it doesn't belong! This eununk shares an irreconcilable enmity with my Haoran Sect!”
Upon hearing this, the Wuhua Palace Ancestor immediately rolled his eyes coquettishly.
His tone carried a hint of mock annoyance:
“Heh, whether you have a grudge or not has nothing to do with me. It's just that this 'sister' is now one of our Wuhua Palace's people.”
Hearing those words, Ye Fan's eyes flickered, and killing intent surged in his heart.
Damn it, all of them deserve to die.
The Haoran Sect Ancestor's face darkened, his gaze cold and sharp as a knife.
“Is Wuhua Palace intending to make an enemy of my Haoran Sect?”
“Tch... as if we weren't enemies already...”
The Wuhua Palace Ancestor dabbed the corner of his mouth with his handkerchief.
The Haoran Sect Ancestor choked on his words. That was actually true...
The Haoran Sect Ancestor was so furious his beard and hair bristled, but he was also wary of the Wuhua Palace Ancestor calling for backup. After all, this was the Northern Province.
If the other party summoned the other two, he would only end up getting ganged up on.
Yet, he was highly unwilling to let it go...
The Wuhua Palace Ancestor didn't bother looking at him any further and turned to Ye Fan.
He lightly waved his silk handkerchief, his tone suddenly softening a bit, yet still carrying an unquestionable authority:
“Little sister, what are you standing there for? Follow this Palace Master back to the palace. With me covering you from now on, let's see if that old fossil dares to lay a single finger on you.”
Hearing this, the Haoran Sect Ancestor felt his hands itch with the urge to fight.
But considering the massive risk of being ganged up on, he held back!
Looking at the Wuhua Palace Ancestor in front of him, Ye Fan felt furious, but after weighing the pros and cons,
he still decided to go back with this dead pervert.
After all, this guy didn't want his life just yet.
Seeing the Wuhua Palace Ancestor leave with Ye Fan, the Haoran Sect Ancestor had no choice but to return in frustration.
After the Sect Master of the Haoran Sect was ransomed, he immediately sent a sound transmission to Elder Gou of the Xiaoyao Sect.
“Old Gou, what's wrong with your Xiaoyao Sect? Your information is completely inaccurate...”
When he received the transmission, Elder Gou was in the middle of counting spirit stones!
As the major contributors this time, their Xiaoyao Sect had also received a significant share of spirit stones.
Hearing the Haoran Sect Sect Master's voice, Elder Gou replied helplessly:
“Sect Master Nie, you really can't blame us. Our scout saw with his own eyes that the Grandfather was carried away, saying he had drunk himself to death...”
“Who could have known that he wasn't actually dead!”
After replying, Elder Gou went back to counting his spirit stones.
Subsequently, the entire Eastern Province fell into tranquility once more.
...
Five years later, the news of the Grandfather's passing spread across the entire Eastern Province once again.
“Have you heard? The Grandfather of the Xinghe Dynasty has died again?”
“Is it true or fake?”
“It should be true... The news from the Xiaoyao Sect is that they saw it with their own eyes...”
...
After receiving the news, the three major powers investigated and tested the waters through various channels...
They also received Elder Gou's confident assurance, patting his chest in guarantee.
This time, led by the Ancestors of each sect, they personally marched up to the door.
They wanted revenge, and they wanted to reclaim their past honor.
Unimpeded all the way, they once again fought their way to the Imperial City of the Xinghe Dynasty.
This time, the three Ancestors swept their divine senses over the Imperial City again and again.
Confirming that there was indeed no trace of the Grandfather,
they couldn't help but sigh in relief...
With a wave of their hands, the three Sect Masters led their disciples to surround the Imperial City once again.
Who would have thought that just as everyone finished surrounding the place,
“Oh my... you guys are here again!”
Hearing this voice, the Haoran Sect Ancestor whipped his head around.
Only to see the Grand Elder looking at him with a beaming smile!
“Aren't you supposed to be dead?”
The Grand Elder chuckled. “Wasn't I just experiencing the feeling of being dead in advance?”
The three Sect Masters couldn't help but curse inwardly. They had never seen someone so utterly shameless.
On this day, the three Ancestors were beaten black and blue.
The members of their sects were captured once again.
By the time the three sects came to ransom them, many disciples were unwilling to return.
Because they felt that if they went back, they might just get captured again. Staying here permanently saved them a lot of trouble, and even saved a ransom fee for the next time they got captured...
Moreover, they felt that the three sects were simply too unreliable.
After these two consecutive debacles, the three major powers suffered heavy losses and had their vitality severely depleted.
Meanwhile, because they had acquired a vast amount of resources, the Xinghe Dynasty and the Xiaoyao Sect
had developed rapidly over the years, their strength increasing tremendously...
Two years later.
The news of the Grandfather's passing came yet again.
This time, absolutely no one was willing to believe it.
Lu Ming looked at the corpse before him, completely unwilling to believe it.
The Grandfather was actually really dead.
Didn't they agree? That it was just to trick the Haoran Sect and the others?
How did he actually die...
And he really did drink himself to death.
Lying in the coffin pretending to be dead, the Grand Elder couldn't help but feel smug.
He would never leave any loose ends behind.
Characters who had made their appearances had to die to avoid leaving behind any future trouble.
The identity of Wang Defa had already taught him a lesson.
If Shi Banxian hadn't stepped up to take his place, who knew what would have happened.
Lu Ming and Big Yellow wept hysterically, burying the Grandfather in an auspicious burial site surrounded by mountains on all four sides.
After the spies of the three sects reported the grand funeral,
the Ancestors of the three sects really couldn't hold back anymore and brought their people over once again.
However, this time, they indeed did not run into the Grandfather.
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