Chapter 106 There are 100 million catties of source here, leaving Luo Heng

Chapter 106 There are 100 million catties of source here, leaving Luo Heng

Thinking this, Ye Fan pushed open the door to his room.

Then he froze.

A person stood in the room with their back to him.

Ye Fan's heart tightened, and he subconsciously stopped in his tracks, cautiously scrutinizing the person.

Dressed in white with black hair, he exuded a pale golden glow, and was surrounded by 108 divine halos—he looked like a deity descended to earth.

"The Holy Lord of Yaoguang—"

The name flashed through Ye Fan's mind. His wariness remained, but he feigned relaxation and bowed respectfully, saying, "May I ask if you are the Holy Lord of Yao Guang? What brings you here, senior?"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang slowly turned around, his gaze falling on Ye Fan, his expression indifferent and devoid of any warmth.

He then tossed a storage bracelet at Ye Fan's feet. A cold voice rang out at the same time: "There's a million jin of Origin Energy inside. Take it and leave Luo Heng. I don't want to see you near him again."

Looking at the bracelet at his feet and listening to the words in his ear, Ye Fan was in a daze and subconsciously said, "Auntie, me and—."

He suddenly realized what he was saying halfway through and quickly stopped.

His expression was strange and conflicted. He swallowed the rest of his sentence and reorganized his thoughts: "Ahem! Ahem! Holy Lord, Luo Heng and I are true friends. I didn't approach him for these reasons—"

A hint of disgust appeared on Yao Guang Saint Lord's face as he tossed out another storage bracelet.

"There are still 500,000 jin of raw materials here. Take them and get out of here now."

Without waiting for Ye Fan's reply, he continued, "Don't you know your place? A useless ancient body with no future whatsoever, do you even deserve to be friends with Luo Heng?"

Ye Fan stood there, looking at the two storage bracelets at his feet, his feelings extremely complicated.

There was anger at being humiliated, but more than that, there was a vague sense of unease.

For a fleeting moment, he even considered asking the Holy Lord Yaoguang opposite him: "Are you also from Earth? This style of dialogue is so familiar."

But then I thought about it again, and realized that this kind of plot seems to have happened in every era and every place. The reason it feels familiar is simply because I've watched too many modern movies and TV dramas.

He tried to comfort himself with this thought, but the strange feeling in his heart just wouldn't go away.

It was precisely because of this sense of incongruity that the anger of being humiliated subsided considerably.

"Holy Lord," he raised his head, his expression conflicted, "Luo Heng and I are truly friends. Not the kind you're thinking of—"

"friend?"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang interrupted him, a cold smile playing on his lips, a smile tinged with the contempt typical of those in power.

"What makes you, a useless ancient being, have to be friends with him? Talent? Family background? Origin? Or that pitiful amount of money? If it weren't for Luo Heng's feelings, I would have killed you long ago."

He looked down at Ye Fan, his tone even carrying a hint of pity: "Young man, I've lived for thousands of years, what kind of people haven't I seen? I've seen plenty of your tricks of currying favor with the powerful."

They're just taking advantage of Luo Heng's naiveté, hoping to squeeze some benefits out of him—source stones, ancient scriptures, connections—they'll take whatever they can get, right?

Even though the awkwardness was still there, Ye Fan couldn't stand it anymore after hearing that.

"I don't."

"No?" The Holy Lord of Yaoguang chuckled. "Very well, then I'll ask you—did you take anything from Luo Heng?"

Ye Fan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

He did indeed receive it.

The Imperial Scripture, the Nine Secrets, and the newly acquired Enlightenment Wood Heart—Luo Heng gave them away casually, but he felt increasingly pressured to accept them.

Being pointed out to his face by the Holy Lord of Yaoguang at this moment made him feel even more ashamed.

Seeing his speechless expression, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang's eyes showed even more mockery.

"Can't say it?"

"Luo Heng is young and soft-hearted, easily fooled by people like you. But I'm different."

He turned around, his back to Ye Fan, his voice as indifferent as if he were ordering a pile of trash: "1.5 million jin of source energy, enough for a useless body like yours to live peacefully for several lifetimes. Take it, leave Yao Guang, and don't let me see you again."

He paused, and the halo behind his head glowed slightly.

"Otherwise—I'll show you what regret is."

Ye Fan stood still, with two storage bracelets lying quietly at his feet.

That strange sense of unease, along with the anger of being humiliated, churned within him, making him feel like his mind was completely blank.

Meanwhile, inside the Temple of the Holy Son.

Luo Heng was lying on the table, with a light screen in front of him, showing the scene in Ye Fan's courtyard clearly.

"Ha ha ha ha""

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He was watching the video, still holding his phone to record, and he was laughing so hard he was slapping the table.

"Oh my god, that's hilarious! I really didn't expect Yao Guang Sheng to be such a good actor. I only explained the play to him once, and he grasped the essence so quickly."

Those young, popular male celebrities wouldn't even be worthy of shining his shoes—it's incredible, absolutely incredible!

He wiped away the tears of laughter and looked at the still-recording footage on his phone screen.

"This part has to be saved carefully so Ye Fan can see it later. Just thinking about his expression back then—'No way!' makes me want to laugh again, hahaha."

As he was talking, Luo Heng laughed so hard he fell face-first onto the table, unable to straighten up.

After laughing for a while, he saw in the water mirror that Ye Fan had already left the courtyard and was walking this way. He quickly composed himself and pinched his thigh several times to restore his normal expression.

He then sat calmly in the chair, casually flipping through a book he couldn't identify.

A short while later, Ye Fan entered the Holy Son Hall with a strange expression.

"Old Ye's back so soon? Is everything ready? Let's go grab a bite to eat."

Luo Heng pretended to be completely unaware, stood up with a smile, and prepared to take Ye Fan to a dinner party.

But Ye Fan stood still, hesitated for a moment, and said in a low voice, "Luo Heng, there's something I want to tell you."

He glanced at Hong Ling and Zi Yuan behind Luo Heng.

Luo Heng raised an eyebrow and said with a smile, "Oh, what's all this mystery about? They're both my personal maids, no need to hide them." Despite saying that, he still waved his hand, signaling the two women to step back.

After the two left, Ye Fan took a deep breath and recounted everything that Yao Guang Saint Lord had said, even taking out the two storage bracelets and handing them to Luo Heng.

Finally, with a somewhat helpless expression, he said, "How about I leave Yaoguang to avoid causing you trouble?"

Luo Heng had already prepared himself when Ye Fan started speaking.

After he finished speaking, he immediately became a drama queen, his expression shifting from shock to bewilderment, from bewilderment to anger, then to a hint of helplessness, and finally settling on a resolute look.

His seamless transitions between emotions perfectly showcased the professionalism of a seasoned actor.

"Hmph, a bunch of insects!"

After uttering that curse, Luo Heng explained, "Ye Fan, do you remember when I said I would use the Emperor's Blood to undergo nine transformations in the Other Shore Realm?"

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