Chapter 107 For Ye Fan's Physical and Mental Health

Chapter 107 For Ye Fan's Physical and Mental Health

Seeing Ye Fan nod, he continued, "For this transformation, I searched the world for resources and finally gathered nine kinds of imperial bloodlines, hoping to build the strongest foundation for the two of us."

But I don't know anything about alchemy, so I can only cooperate with the Yao Guang Holy Land.

Their condition was that their own children could also benefit from the medicine; once we finished using it, the remaining liquid would be given to their people.

"You've been here in Yaoguang for so long, and most of the things you've used have been paid for by myself. I haven't taken advantage of them at all."

They're deliberately trying to get rid of you so that there'll be one less person to share the medicine, and they can leave more for their own people.

"You're leaving now, just what they wanted!"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan immediately understood.

He didn't mention leaving right then and there—Old Luo had already paid the deposit, and if he were to rush him away just before the delivery date, wouldn't he be a fool to leave?

Having figured this out, Ye Fan's face showed a resolute expression, indicating that he would never be forced to leave by them.

Luo Heng nodded with satisfaction and pulled Ye Fan to the Holy Lord's Hall.

He told Ye Fan to wait outside the door, and then went into the hall himself.

He stayed inside for more than half an hour. When he came out, Luo Heng's expression was obviously not good, but when he caught a glimpse of Ye Fan's gaze, he instantly forced a smile.

Ye Fan saw this and his heart sank even further.

"Don't worry, Lao Ye. I've already spoken to them. The higher-ups at Yao Guang won't target you again until you reach the Four Extremes Realm."

Ye Fan also pretended to breathe a sigh of relief.

Just as the two were about to leave, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang suddenly called out to them, saying that he wanted to talk to Ye Fan alone.

Luo Heng tried his best to stop him, but Ye Fan still went in alone.

Inside the Holy Lord's Hall, the Holy Lord Yao Guang remained indifferent, saying calmly, "I think Luo Heng told you, didn't he? He said I kicked you out so I could take more of the medicinal liquid."

Ye Fan's heart stirred, but he remained calm and listened quietly.

A hint of sarcasm appeared on the lips of the Holy Lord Yaoguang: "Indeed, that's a factor."

But more than anything, I genuinely feel you don't deserve to be friends with Luo Heng. I'm giving Luo Heng face by allowing you to finish the medicine before you leave—understand? Don't make me say it a third time.

Ye Fan clenched his fists instinctively, a sense of humiliation from being treated like a handout welling up inside him.

But given the disparity in strength between the two sides, he said nothing, simply nodded silently, and turned to leave.

When Ye Fan saw Luo Heng again, he had a smile back on his face and said that he wanted to continue refining weapons, so he would skip the dinner.

Luo Heng tried his best to persuade him to stay, but Ye Fan still returned to the weapon-refining room alone.

Unbeknownst to Ye Fan, as soon as he left, the Holy Lord of Yao Guang came out of the hall and stood respectfully behind Luo Heng.

Luo Heng asked with a subtle expression, "My Lord, do you think my performance just now—was a bit too much?"

Yao Guang Sheng Zhu internally ranted: I don't know what tea is, but I think you're pretty despicable.

But he still said respectfully, "That's not true. It's truly rare for a holy son to go to such lengths for his friends."

"I wonder what good deeds Ye Fan must have done in his past life to have a friend like you."

Luo Heng stroked his chin smugly: "That makes sense. If he hadn't saved the entire universe in the second half of his life, how could he deserve my dedicated help?"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang was clearly taken aback by the phrase "the second half of his life," but before he could think about it, Luo Heng continued, "Well, the psychological pressure is already in place; we need to add some physical pressure on him."

He turned to look at the Holy Lord of Yao Guang: "Holy Lord, are there any disciples in our Holy Land who are not of good character but have considerable strength?"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang felt a chill run down his spine, but still answered honestly, "Of course there are. With great power comes a mix of good and bad people."

"If the Holy Son wishes to restore discipline, I will immediately—"

"Purge what?" Luo Heng waved his hand to interrupt him. "Wait, don't always talk about fighting and killing. I'm not some kind of devil."

Just as the Holy Lord of Yaoguang breathed a sigh of relief, he heard Luo Heng say next, "Besides, they were all nurtured by the sect piece by piece with source stones. It would be such a waste to kill them like this."

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"You're going to do this—" Luo Heng's eyes darted around, "spread the word that the Yao Guang Holy Land is preparing to use the entire sect's resources to refine a pool of 'world-shaking divine liquid,' capable of cleansing one's marrow and transforming one's body."

"This pool of divine liquid contains several types of imperial blood, and it was provided by the newly appointed Holy Son of Yao Guang. The Yao Guang Holy Land also produced a large amount of medicinal king auxiliary materials."

"Therefore, the rule is that Luo Heng uses it first, and after he finishes, the remaining reward is given to the most talented disciples in the sect."

As Luo Heng said this, a wicked smile appeared on his lips: "Then he leaked a message out—because of Luo Heng's connections, the second person he used was his friend Ye Fan."

"Do you understand?"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening.

"Does the Holy Son mean—to send those disciples who want to grab a spot to cause trouble for Ye Fan?"

"What do you mean by looking for trouble? This is called training."

Luo Heng rolled his eyes at Yao Guang Saint Master with annoyance and continued, "Tell those people that if they can defeat or even kill Ye Fan on the arena, preventing him from using the divine liquid—then the remaining share will be awarded to him."

"Isn't that a valid reason? Isn't it tempting?"

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang nodded silently. It wasn't just justifiable; it was practically a pretext tailor-made for those who wanted to take action.

"Please help me assess his strength. He should be at least at the Other Shore Realm or the first level of the Dao Palace. If he's too high, forget it; he can't advance too many levels right now."

Luo Heng continued, "The most important thing is one thing—one match every day, don't let him be idle. Ring battles, life-or-death battles, let them choose."

After hearing this, even the Holy Lord of Yaoguang couldn't help but feel a bit of sympathy for Ye Fan.

But outwardly he still respectfully replied, "Yes, Your Majesty. I will make the arrangements immediately."

Luo Heng looked in the direction Ye Fan had left with satisfaction, muttering to himself, "Old Ye, I've taken good care of your physical and mental health—keep up the good work!"

In the days that followed, Luo Heng wasn't exactly bored—every day he witnessed Ye Fan being blocked at the door and provoked, followed by a duel between the two sides in the arena.

Ye Fan hadn't lost much, but he always had to be carried back after each fight.

He was covered in blood, his face was bruised and swollen, and when he was carried back, he could barely speak.

Fortunately, Luo Heng had the Yaochi Divine Spring Water. No matter how serious the injury, one bowl would make him lively and energetic the next morning, ready to go back to the arena and take more beatings.

Outsiders saw it all and gave him a thumbs up: Luo Shengzi is truly a righteous person.

Ye Fan truly lives up to his nickname "Ye the Blacksmith"—from the very first duel, he would provoke his opponent into betting something on him before each match.

After playing so many games, I actually made a small fortune.

Luo Heng saw it all, but didn't care at all. He considered it compensation for Ye Fan's emotional distress.