"Little Master Aunt, we’re all from the same sect, and you are our elder. How dare we offend you? Today, we want to show you something fun. Once you like it, you’ll want to play with us proactively in the future." The man walked over with a sinister smile, having already taken off his outer robe.
Practitioners wear fewer clothes to facilitate the absorption of spiritual energy, usually just one outer layer. At this moment, the man was bare-chested, wearing only a pair of white riding pants below.
Qing Xu was also flustered, retreating as she said, "Don’t come over, if you do... I won’t be polite to you."
"We are just waiting for Little Master Aunt to be impolite to us," the man said with a smile, casting a sidelong glance at Ye Fan, "You brat, get lost! This has nothing to do with you. If you dare tell anyone, we will make you disappear from the human world!"
These people were afraid that Ye Fan would interfere with their plan, but also feared that he might bring Hui Ning over, which would spell trouble for them.
Qing Xu, looking innocent, said, "Junior Brother, don’t go. Stay with Senior Sister and defeat them together. Your Senior Sister is very powerful..."
She claimed to be powerful, but her small frame looked frail against these grown men.
Soon, Ye Fan couldn’t even leave. He and Qing Xu were surrounded by a group of Heavenly Sect disciples, leaving him no way out.
"I heard you have great potential. I can’t see what’s so special. We gave you a chance to leave, but it seems you stayed to get a share of the action? Fine, stand aside and watch. Once we become a good couple with Little Master Aunt, you can have a taste." As the man spoke, he reached out to untie the sash on Qing Xu’s front.
Qing Xu swung the magic sword in her hand, forcing the man to retreat two steps. The man sneered as he gripped his magic artifact, a copper-green coin with a square hole. It didn’t look big, but as he infused spiritual energy, it gradually expanded like a large disc in his hand.
"Little Master Aunt has a spiritual artifact from Master. We don’t have one, only a treasured artifact, but it’s enough to fight with. Little Master Aunt, better put down your spiritual artifact. Don’t want to damage it in a fight."
Qing Xu thought for a bit and said, "Yeah, I don’t want to damage the spiritual artifact Master gave me, so let’s fight barehanded. Put yours away first!"
These Heavenly Sect disciples were clearly wary of Qing Xu’s spiritual artifact, so they were trying to trick the little girl into putting it away, eliminating her greatest shield.
Ye Fan said coldly, "A group of men ganging up on a little girl—don’t you feel ashamed?"
"Who do you think you are?" the man retorted angrily. "We’re discussing cultivation with Little Master Aunt. Even the Sect Master can’t say much if he were here. Who are you to poke your nose in this? Take him down!" The source of thɪs content is 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁
A bunch of them rushed at Ye Fan, but Qing Xu shouted, "Don’t come over!"
Yet her words lacked any deterrent force, and a Golden Core Stage disciple had already thrust a magic sword toward Ye Fan’s foundation. If hit, Ye Fan’s defense would crumble, his cultivation would revert to the Qi Cultivation Stage, and he might never recover his strength.
Ye Fan thought, how ruthless these people are, being so vicious to a fellow disciple.
He didn’t know that these people were envious of his unparalleled aptitude. They thought, if they destroy your cultivation, even if they don’t kill you, what good is having an extraordinary Spirit Root and talent?
A magic sword came at him, and Ye Fan had no way to dodge. He had to activate his magic artifact immediately. When he tried to draw his magic sword from his storage bracelet, he realized it was restricted by some kind of ban, making it impossible to summon his magic sword instantly.
Seeing the man’s sneer, Ye Fan got a clue—it seemed the man’s coin had a suppressive function.
"Kid, let’s see how many more years you’ll need to cultivate!" A disciple’s magic sword was less than three feet away when Ye Fan’s body instinctively reacted. Besides his spiritual artifacts, Ye Fan’s body also held the cultivation of the ancient martial art and the embrace of the Golden Core Path. His Qi energy could still be channeled into the storage bracelet. Influenced by the man’s coin, only one of Ye Fan’s artifacts remained unaffected, and without looking at which one it was, he quickly released it.
A nearly ear-piercing noise; a small disc appeared in Ye Fan’s hand, much smaller, only as large as a small round mirror. The attacking Heavenly Sect disciple looked smug.
What? You think such a small thing can match my magic sword?
Mockingly, that person directly tried to pierce the small round mirror in Ye Fan’s hand with his sword. The instant the magic sword touched the round mirror, it seemed to dissolve into nothingness, like a greedy mouth opening wide to swallow the magic sword inside.
The Heavenly Sect disciple hadn’t expected such a change; he hurriedly tried to retrieve his sword, but it was all in vain. A massive pulling force ensued, and his sword instantly reached extremely high temperatures. He had to let go, watching as his magic sword was directly "eaten" by the mirror.
As the light dissipated, the mirror returned to its original state, and the magic sword vanished without a trace.
"What? What kind of magic artifact is this?" The Heavenly Sect disciple, thinking the contest would be a walkover, hurriedly retreated.
They’d never seen an artifact capable of devouring another. It appeared utterly unremarkable.
"Brat, what’s that in your hand? Hand it over!" The man wielding the coin glared at Ye Fan.
His copper coin could suppress all storage spaces, a secret weapon with hidden properties. He’d planned to trick Qing Xu into putting away her magic sword, leaving her vulnerable. With her captured, they could have their way, and after deceiving the naïve girl about matters between men and women, she might even come to them willingly in the future...
Their plan was perfect, except they didn’t expect Ye Fan’s artifact to bypass the coin’s suppression.
Despite not fully understanding how to use it, Ye Fan held the mirror. Zhuo Junwu had told him it was an incomplete ancient spiritual artifact. With his current cultivation, he couldn’t completely harness its power, but the artifact was invoked in this critical moment.
He had to seize the opportunity; otherwise, both he and Qing Xu would be trapped in the back mountain.
"Brat, you squandered your chance. I intended to destroy your cultivation and let you go, but now... I won’t spare you!" The man’s face suddenly twisted a bit. Ye Fan had not only the unparalleled Spirit Root and Pure Yang Physique but such a powerful artifact as well. Under a facade of animosity, the bond of being sect members vanished, replaced solely by hatred.
"What good is possessing such an artifact? You’ll still end up as a dead soul!"