In stark contrast to Xu Yue's carefree life, where he could freely allocate resources, discuss the Dao with fairies in his leisure time, and comprehend supreme ancient scriptures, Ye Fan was suffering as he was driven from place to place.
He could hardly remain in the same location for long. Only after his Source Technique had reached a certain level and news of the Bronze Immortal Palace had diverted attention did he finally get a chance to catch his breath.
Xu Yue, who had been planning to raise his cultivation in accordance with Ye Fan's progress, also collected news of Ye Fan from time to time and watched it with great relish as though it were a play.
He would often sip immortal jade nectar with Yao Xi and Qin Luo while treating Ye Fan's miserable experiences as bonus entertainment.
"My brother truly has it rough."
"Yes. Should we warn some of our Shaking Light disciples? That Candidate Saint Son seems to have set his sights on him too."
Hearing Xu Yue's sigh, Yao Xi spoke with a touch of sympathy.
Come to think of it, although Ye Fan had gained more benefits than he would have at the same point in the original story because of Xu Yue, the pressure he faced was even greater. He might be ambushed even while taking a piss.
"It's fine. I was the one who had him target Ye Fan. It can't be helped—my brother's constitution is special. If he wants to walk his own path, he must have external pressure."
Xu Yue still wore a mournful expression.
"When Heaven is about to entrust a man with a great duty, it must first torment his will, exhaust his muscles and bones, and starve his body. I'm doing this for his own good. Once