A lone shadow on a cold river, old friends of the martial world-why must we have met before?

Ye Fan had killed over a hundred of the Heavenly Son's subordinates in succession. Killing intent filled him from head to toe, and his white robes had been stained red.

After leaving the Primeval Mining Area, Ye Fan found a river, washed the blood from his body, and took a cold bath. Then he roasted a Primordial Fierce Beast and enjoyed a hearty meal.

After a day spent unwinding, his killing intent had faded, and he became a graceful young gentleman once more. Ye Fan made a bamboo raft and drifted down a great river toward the Southern Region. He had heard that a gathering of Heavenly Prodigies would soon be held in Green Rosy City, and he intended to see just how many experts had emerged during his decade-long absence from Big Dipper.

"At dawn I left White Emperor City amid the colored clouds; a thousand miles to Jiangling, traveled in a single day. The apes on either bank had yet to cease their cries when my light boat had passed ten thousand mountains."

Lying on his bamboo raft, Ye Fan ate Primordial Fierce Beast meat, sipped wine, and admired the beautiful scenery along both banks. He could not resist reciting a poem. At that moment, he felt as though he were roaming the ends of the earth with a sword.

Unfortunately, his weapon was not a sword. He only had the All-Things Mother Qi Cauldron. Now things had become even more ridiculous: he also had a Tractor and a Straw Hat. He could hardly be a swordsman.

Ye Fan sighed. That Cheater, the Free and Unfettered Young Master, had deliberately played a prank on him. Who else would be bored enough to turn Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons into a Walking Tractor and a Straw Hat?

As for his