Chapter 108 The Beginning of Transformation
Chapter 108 The Beginning of Transformation
Of course, during this time there were also some powerful Yao Guang disciples who wanted to "bully the weak" and were preparing to teach Ye Fan a lesson.
But strangely, as soon as these people stepped out of their own courtyards, before they even had a chance to utter any threats, they would be knocked down by a masked man who appeared out of nowhere, and they would faint on the spot.
This "masked one-punch man" thus became a legend among the high-ranking disciples of Yaoguang.
No one dared to discuss it openly, but everyone was whispering in private: this person was most likely the shameless new Holy Son—Luo Heng.
Luo Heng originally thought that life would continue peacefully until the divine liquid was completed.
Just over a month later, he discovered that Ye Fan was actually sitting in the yard drinking one day.
Luo Heng frowned—he realized things weren't so simple.
After some questioning, he learned that no one had come to challenge Ye Fan for several days.
"Really? That's great!"
Luo Heng offered his congratulations, but inwardly he cursed: Are all the people from the Yao Guang Holy Land dead? How can they let Ye Fan rest?
In a bad mood, he immediately and discreetly summoned the Holy Lord of Yaoguang.
Only after asking did I learn that he had already defeated all the disciples whose strength was similar to Ye Fan's.
The rest were all descendants or direct disciples of the elders and grand elders of their respective families.
"It would be troublesome for me to personally handle such a trivial matter," the Holy Lord Yaoguang explained. "If those old guys find out, they won't just think I'm stirring up trouble among the younger generation; they'll most likely suspect that I'm planning to do something to them. That would be a real problem."
Luo Heng frowned even more deeply after hearing this.
Are we just going to let Ye Fan coast along like this? How can we let him do that—if he sweats less now, he'll bleed more later!
As a friend, how could he just stand by and watch Ye Fan waste his cultivation like this?
Seeing his appearance, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang silently complained in his heart, but still said respectfully on the surface: "Actually, it is more appropriate for this matter to be handled from below. It would be more difficult for me to handle it if I were to come forward."
"Start from below—"
Luo Heng murmured repeatedly, a thoughtful expression on his face.
He waved for the Holy Lord Yaoguang to leave, and sat alone in the Holy Son's Hall for a while.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and had someone invite Saintess Yao Xi over.
When the two met again, their expressions were somewhat subtle.
Yao Xi spoke first: "Holy Son, I have taken care of the matter you arranged before. Recently, quite a few people skilled in dragon hunting and tomb exploration have indeed come to the vicinity of the Yao Guang Holy Land."
Luo Heng was taken aback—he had really forgotten about this.
But then he thought about it again and was immediately delighted: so Duan De might have arrived too.
The thought of Duan De brought a smile to his lips—that was an inexhaustible source of imperial blood.
After a moment of joy, he straightened his expression and said, "Well, Saintess Yao Xi, I have something else I'd like to ask for your help with."
Yao Xi smiled slightly: "Since the Holy Son has entrusted me with something, Yao Xi naturally dares not refuse. May I ask what it is?"
Luo Heng then shared his idea—to have Yao Xi stir up trouble among the younger disciples, so that they would attack Ye Fan.
Upon hearing this, Yao Xi's face immediately turned cold.
"Does the Holy Son see me as the kind of person who only knows how to stir up trouble?"
Luo Heng subconsciously leaned back, and asked with a matter-of-fact expression, "Isn't that right?"
Yao Xi's expression turned even more unpleasant, but she managed to suppress her anger.
Although this job is embarrassing, it's not difficult to do; it only takes a few words.
Thinking this, she forced a smile and said, "I heard that the Holy Land has recently gone all out—using both immortal treasures and the King of Medicine, and it is said that it has even mixed in the blood of the Emperor to refine a batch of divine liquid for the Holy Son to cleanse his foundation."
Moreover, this potion of divine liquid has amazing effects; after it's used up, other disciples of the Yao Guang Sect can also benefit from it. Is this true or false?
Luo Heng looked surprised, not expecting Yao Xi to be so well-informed.
He thought about it for a moment, and since it wasn't a secret, he nodded in agreement.
Yao Xi's face immediately lit up with joy: "In that case, Yao Xi would also like a spot. Is that possible?"
Luo Heng readily agreed to this small matter.
But Yao Xi immediately followed up with a request: it should be used after Ye Fan.
Luo Heng's face darkened. How could this be acceptable? The two bargained back and forth for a long time, and in the end, Luo Heng only agreed to let her line up behind the three people from Shi Village.
Yao Xi was immediately displeased.
"That Ye Fan is one thing, you've done so much for him, their relationship must be special. I've accepted that Weiwei has been by your side for so long. But what about those three country bumpkins from Shi Village? Why should I be ranked after them?"
Luo Heng smiled and explained, "These three are the bodyguards I'm training. Is there a problem with them being in front of you?"
Yao Xi's eyes flickered, and her tone softened: "I see—what if Yao Xi is also willing to pledge allegiance to the Holy Son?"
Luo Heng's smile remained unchanged: "Holy Maiden, are you mistaken? I don't accept just anyone who wants to pledge allegiance to me."
Talent, potential, and character—I have requirements for all of these. Do you expect me to accept just anyone who wants to join me?
Yao Xi's face instantly turned cold.
The two parted unhappily.
But as she reached the door, she stopped and, without turning back, said, "I agree to this."
After saying that, he stepped out of the Holy Son's Hall.
In the days that followed, with Yao Xi, this "green tea" (a manipulative woman), stirring things up behind the scenes, Ye Fan's life returned to normal.
It was a living hell. Every day, he was either beaten half to death and carried back, or he would get up right after drinking the water from the sacred spring and go back to beating people.
This peaceful and joyful daily routine continued for over a month.
Luo Heng's long-awaited "divine liquid" has finally been successfully refined.
On this day, deep within the sacred land of Yaoguang, in a secret place.
Luo Heng, Ye Fan, Yao Guang Saint Lord, Elder Liu Yuan, Weiwei, and Lei Bo, Lei Ying, and Wang Shu from Shi Village were all present.
A large number of elders and disciples whose names Luo Heng could not recall were also gathered around.
Yao Xi was also in the crowd.
As for Gai Jiuyou and the others, they were placed in a separate area, with isolation formations set up around them to save them the trouble of explaining to the elders and supreme elders.
The secret place was surrounded by layers of Dao patterns that intertwined on the ground, covered the sky like clouds, and even the void was filled with mysterious patterns.
The patterns appeared and disappeared, sometimes shimmering with a ghostly light, sometimes disappearing into nothingness, emitting waves that made one's heart tremble, as if the entire world was sealed within them, and even space itself was suppressed and solidified.
In the very center of the secret realm, the supreme imperial weapon of the Yao Guang Holy Land—the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Cauldron—stands quietly.
At this moment, the cauldron has grown to a height of a hundred feet. On the pitch-black cauldron wall, nine dragon patterns seem to have come alive, slowly swimming on the cauldron. With each inch of movement, they exhale a terrifying pressure that is enough to crush the void.
The dragon patterns were lifelike, with imposing scales and armor. As the dragon's eyes opened and closed, it seemed as if nine ancient dragons were coiled here, looking down upon all living beings.
A single glance from afar sent chills down everyone's spines and made their bodies feel like they were about to split apart. It was as if their very souls were about to be crushed by that terrifying, extreme pressure, and even breathing became difficult.
And inside this giant cauldron—
The cauldron was full of red divine liquid, boiling and churning like molten lava or a concentrated sea of blood.
Bubbles kept bursting on the surface of the divine liquid. Each burst bubble released a misty, blood-red fog, within which vague, strange phenomena appeared. Sometimes they transformed into a dragon soaring into the sky, and sometimes they condensed into a phoenix spreading its wings, as if countless ancient lives were struggling and roaring beneath the liquid's surface.
Everyone held their breath, their eyes focused on the mouth of the cauldron.
Luo Heng took a deep breath and stepped into the air.
He stood by the cauldron, glanced down at the boiling red liquid, and without hesitation—
He leaped into the churning red liquid.
"thump-
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The scalding liquid instantly engulfed him.
It wasn't the burning sensation that seared his flesh, but rather the scorching heat that penetrated straight to his soul, as if a thousand divine chains of order were drilling into every pore of his body, rampaging through his body.
Luo Heng gritted his teeth and remained silent.
He sank into the first layer—a divine liquid refined from the blood of the Taiyin Holy Emperor.