East Saint, Ye Fan

Eastern Saint, Ye Fan

The stone platform was spotless and dust-free. A Qilin beast lay alone upon it, with spirit herbs growing around it.

Ye Fan stood with his arms folded between the cliff walls, gazing out over the sea of clouds.

"Central Emperor, Northern Emperor, Southern Demon, Eastern Saint, Western Bodhisattva?"

"I know the representative figures of Central Plains, Northern Plains, Southern Ridge, and Western Desert, but who is this Eastern Saint representing the Eastern Wasteland? Did anyone ask me?"

He frowned displeasedly, an imposing majesty naturally radiating from his features.

He had only just plucked a peach of immortality at Jade Lake and swept all before him in the Eastern Wasteland, yet someone already dared proclaim himself the Eastern Saint, usurping the title of representative figure of the Eastern Wasteland.

Had they eaten bear guts and leopard gall? This was a slap in his face!

Killing God Child hastily lowered his head. His own Saint Son's aura was growing heavier by the day, enough to suffocate him. He carefully weighed every word before saying:

"Uh, Senior Brother, the Eastern Saint refers to you."

"The title Eastern Saint means the Human Sacred Body who stands in the eastern divine land, invincible among his generation. Its meaning is essentially the same as Central Emperor and Northern Emperor."

Ye Fan: "???"

I was attacking myself, jealous of myself!

What did the Human Sacred Body's title of Eastern Saint have to do with me, Ye Fan, Saint Son of Celestial Pivot?

The Saint Son's expression shifted rapidly for a moment before returning to calm, as though nothing had happened. "I see. Then it's fine."

Killing God Child: "..."

Making money was hard, and shit was hard to swallow. Being a bag-carrying lackey wasn't easy these days either!

Boom!

Deep within the Extraordinary