Ye Fan listened from the side, his forehead veins throbbing.
These two guys, one a wicked Daoist priest and the other a despicable black dog, are like a match made in heaven; together they're bound to come up with one bad idea after another.
To plunder the ancestral graves of various powerful factions?
If they get caught, no one in heaven or on earth can save them; it's an absolute blood feud!
You're all insane!
Ye Fan couldn't help but shout telepathically,
"Those cemeteries must be heavily fortified and guarded by skilled fighters. Going there would be like walking into a trap."
"Woof! Kid, what are you afraid of!"
Black Emperor was completely unconcerned.
"With me here, all restrictions and formations are nothing but clay and earth!"
Besides, there's also Master Duan, a professional!
We won't target the most central imperial tombs; instead, we'll look for the accompanying tombs of powerful figures, like those of saints or Mighty Figure, or the side tombs where their families accumulated treasures. That'll be enough to make a fortune!
Duan De nodded repeatedly and added:
"Don't worry, young friend Ye, I have done quite a bit of research on this."
The cemeteries of various powerful factions often follow the principles of feng shui and dragon veins, and thus have their own patterns.
Seize this opportunity to figure out the route, break through the outer barriers, and the chances of success are very high!
Besides, we're quick; we'll grab what we can and leave. By the time they realize what's happening, we'll be long gone!
Looking at the eager expressions of the man and the dog, Ye Fan felt a sense of powerlessness.
He knew it was virtually impossible to stop these two guys who were blinded by the treasure.
Moreover, to be honest, he does need a lot of source energy to cultivate and various resources to improve his strength.
The accumulation of these powerful forces is undoubtedly the fastest way, even though this way is somewhat unethical.
"So, kid Ye? Want to try?"
Black Emperor urged,
"Think about your Cauldron of All-Things Mother Qi, the frustration of being hunted down, don't you want to get some revenge from these guys?"
Duan De also stared longingly at Ye Fan:
"Young friend Ye, the three of us joining forces—your unparalleled physical body can withstand risks, fellow Daoist Dog's profound array patterns can break restrictions, and this humble Daoist can find the way by locating dragon veins and burial sites—it's truly a golden combination!"
After the task is completed, the spoils will be distributed according to the effort put in; we will ensure that our young friend is not taken advantage of!
Ye Fan remained silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes:
"Alright! But let's make this clear beforehand: follow my instructions completely, don't be greedy for credit or act rashly, and if anything goes wrong, retreat immediately!"
I want 40% of the profits!
"Woof! You little brat, you're taking advantage of my misfortune!"
Black Emperor jumped up in anger.
Duan De also grimaced in pain.
But seeing Ye Fan's resolute gaze, and considering the indispensability of his Sacred Body body, after a heated exchange, an agreement was finally reached:
Ye Fan will take 35%, Black Emperor 30%, Duan De 30%, and the remaining 0.5% will be used as "operational funds" and "risk reserves," to be "held in trust" by Ye Fan.
The temporary "archaeological exploration (tomb raiding) team" thus made a strategic shift, changing its target from taking on the tough nut of Purple Mountain to raiding the strongholds of various powerful forces.
"Which one should we start with?" Ye Fan took a deep breath and asked.
Duan De pulled out his antique compass, squinted and calculated for a moment, then looked at the distribution of the major forces in the distance, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his small eyes:
"In my humble opinion, the cemetery of the Thirteen Great Bandits, well, is the resting place of our ancestors, so the defenses may be relatively lax."
Moreover, they have accumulated considerable wealth, making them a good starting point for practice.
Or, some peaceful but deeply entrenched demon royal families,
Black Emperor licked his lips and pointed his paw in a certain direction:
"I think there's an old mine in that direction, from the Yaoguang Holy Land, which is said to contain some good things,"
Just as these three audacious individuals began plotting to "relocate" the major forces of Big Dipper.
The situation around Purple Mountain is becoming increasingly tense, and it's just a Mars away from igniting it.
Meanwhile, Ye Fan, Duan De, and Black Emperor, who were in the corner, exchanged a glance and revealed knowing smiles.
"Fight! It would be better if they fought!" Duan De rubbed his hands together.
"Let it be chaotic, the more chaotic the better!" Black Emperor's eyes gleamed.
In the Northern Region, outside Purple Mountain, the crimson land was shrouded in an invisible chill.
The scorching wind whipped up sand and grit, stinging my face, but it couldn't dispel the almost palpable tension in the air.
The various forces are like chess pieces facing off on a chessboard, clearly distinct yet intertwined, forming a fragile and dangerous balance.
The crimson glow of the Jiang Family's war chariots appeared and disappeared, the Ji Family's troops merged into the Void, the holy light flowed from Yaoguang Yao Guang Jade Carriage, the dragon aura of the Central Continent Dynasty was coiled, the demon clouds of the demon race surged, the Thirteen Great Bandits exuded a chilling aura, and the Primordial Royal Clan looked down with cold disdain.
Countless powerful divine thoughts collided silently in the Void, testing each other's bottom line and determination.
Just as this oppressive atmosphere was about to reach its peak, a sudden change occurred!
"Boom!"
A savage, violent, and pungent demonic aura, carrying a strong, stench, shot up from the sky like smoke from a wolf's beacon, instantly shattering the deathly silence of the scene.
A dark light tore through the clouds, revealing a figure.
This person was unusually tall, nearly ten feet, and covered in thick, metallic-looking black scales. His head had mixed features of a wolf and a bear, with exposed fangs, and his crimson pupils held only cruelty and greed.
His voice was like muffled thunder, causing the blood and qi of some cultivators with lower cultivation levels to churn.
His voice was like muffled thunder, causing the blood and qi of some cultivators with lower cultivation levels to churn.
"It is a waste for the legacy of the Great Emperor Wushi to be buried here! It should be taken by me, the Black Wind Demon King, to bring glory to the demon race!"
You ants, get out of here at once, or else...
This Mighty Figure demon who calls himself the Black Wind Demon King is clearly a violent and relatively simple-minded character. Perhaps he has been ruling as king in some mountain valley for too long and has developed an arrogant attitude.
Seeing that the situation was at a stalemate, he wanted to use his powerful cultivation to forcefully establish his authority and seize the initiative.
He had even secretly channeled his demonic power, preparing to withstand attacks that might come from other directions, in order to demonstrate his strength.
However, he chose the wrong target and underestimated the weight of the term "Yakuza".
In the Great Xia Dynasty camp of the Central Continent, on the Golden War Chariot pulled by nine dragon-like beasts exuding a faint dragon's might, the Great Xia Emperor, who had been resting with his eyes closed, did not even lift his eyelids once.
To him, this level of provocation was no different from the buzzing of mosquitoes.
He simply flicked his finger casually, as if brushing away non-existent dust from his sleeve.
"Buzz,"
A wisp of barely perceptible, fine as a spider's thread, yet condensed to the extreme, seemed to contain the Imperial Dragon Qi's will of an ancient celestial dragon, quietly flowing from his fingertips.
This wisp of energy was not an offensive move, nor was it specifically targeted at anyone; it was merely a slight manifestation of the natural energy emanating from the Great Xia Emperor's possession of the Taihuang Sword.
However, this seemingly insignificant wisp of energy, the moment it appeared, seemed to become the only thing in the world.
It disregarded space and defied common sense, appearing directly in front of the Black Wind Demon King.
The Black Wind Demon King's face, which held a mixture of arrogance and cruelty, froze instantly, as if he had been frozen in time.
Instead, there is extreme fear, an absolute tremor stemming from the very origin of life, a fear of facing a higher level of existence!
His crimson pupils instantly contracted to the size of pinpoints. He wanted to roar, but found his voice was choked in his throat by an invisible force.
He tried to use his demonic energy to escape, but felt that the space-time around him had become sticky and viscous, and even his thoughts almost stopped.
He wanted to unleash his natal demonic treasure, a pair of jet-black spiked clubs, which he had refined over many years, but the thought had barely formed when...
"Puff,"
A soft sound, like a bubble bursting.
Under the gaze of countless eyes, some astonished, some indifferent, and some pitying, the imposing Black Wind Demon King, brimming with demonic power, along with the nascent phantom of his demonic treasure, appeared...
And the dense demonic light protecting his body, like snowflakes thrown into the blazing sun, or like a wrong mark erased from the world by the supreme law, began to vanish silently from head to toe.
There was no explosion, no brilliance, no screams.
His flesh and blood, bones, demonic soul, and even the seemingly extraordinary scale armor on his body—everything about him.
In the instant that wisp of Imperial Dragon Qi swept by, it all decomposed, dissipated, and transformed into the most primordial essence of heaven and earth, returning to nothingness.
Where they stood, only a slightly distorted Void remained, which quickly leveled out, along with the lingering, slightly terrified aura of demonic energy.
A powerful demon race expert, comparable to a Mighty Figure human, was annihilated, leaving no trace.