The Heavenly Venerable Still Lives?

"Showing off like that? He's asking for death!"

Countless cultivators gnashed their teeth at Ye Fan's brazen display of wealth. Some powerful old monsters even showed killing intent.

Others, more calculating still, took action. They laid ambush after ambush outside the Holy City, ready to kill Ye Fan and seize his treasures—or capture him alive.

They dared not act within the Holy City. Every major faction had people stationed there, with countless experts keeping order. Rulers and Great Powers came and went, checking one another and maintaining a delicate balance.

Over time, an unwritten rule had formed: the Holy City was a place for business. Rivalries and battles were permitted, but bloodshed was not. Anyone who broke that rule would face the united wrath of the sects.

Many waited for Ye Fan to leave. The moment the Sacred Body stepped outside, they would strike.

But Ye Fan refused to leave. Whether he had sensed the danger or had some other reason, he remained in the Holy City.

The Holy City bustled with life. Halls rose along broad, ancient streets, and it had everything from the Gambling Stone Workshop and Immortal Tower to the Wind Moon Palace, Saint Lord Palace, and Demon King Pavilion. Luxury was everywhere, and mortals mingled with cultivators.

Ye Fan made the rounds of its lavish establishments. One day, he visited the Heavenly Demon Treasure Pavilion Auction House to buy divine treasures and even found a bargain: a piece of Wu Shi Emperor Jade that cost him only a few thousand Source.

The next day, he drank at the Drunken Immortal Pavilion and befriended heroic young talents, throwing Source around by the handful. His blatant display made many people green with envy.

The Dragon Pattern Black Gold Sword hung conspicuously at his waist, but more Great Powers