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Ye Fan suppressed the chilling aura emanating from his body.

He suppressed his cultivation level to the mid-Foundation Establishment stage.

Following the sparse flow of people entering the city, they headed towards the city gate.

The Sima family cultivators guarding the gate wore dark red leather armor and had sharp, eagle-like eyes.

When checking Ye Fan's identity and collecting the city entrance fee, they took the opportunity to ask for three more spirit stones since Ye Fan was a stranger.

No one around warned them.

Ye Fan glanced at him indifferently, too lazy to argue with him, and took out four spirit stones to hand over to him.

"go in."

The dark-armored cultivator tossed the spirit stone around before letting him in.

Then, laughing and boasting to his companions, he muttered under his breath, "What a cowardly wimp!"

This drew laughter from the others.

Once inside the city, the scene was slightly different from its imposing exterior.

The streets are wide and paved with black stones. The buildings on both sides are equally tall and solid, with a rugged style. The flags hanging there are mostly dark red and black.

There were quite a few pedestrians, but everyone deliberately kept their conversations down.

The air was filled with a peculiar smell, a mixture of rust, a faint stench of blood, and some kind of spice.

Even if the Sima family takes the path of evil, it is certainly more advantageous for them to maintain order on their own territory.

Truly, there is no order.

Fewer people will naturally come.

He took to the air, and with a sweep of his divine sense, immediately locked onto the largest mansion in the city center.

Then he transformed into a streak of light and flew towards the mansion.

Less than half a cup of tea.

We have arrived above the main gate of the Sima Mansion.

It hovered precisely at the edge of the array's flowing spiritual light.

Without uttering a single word, he took a deep breath, and the oppressive aura of a Golden Core cultivator, mixed with a rolling sonic boom, exploded with a deafening roar:
"You old devil from the Sima family, get out here right now!"

This roar was like a thunderclap striking a stagnant pool.

The Sima residence below fell into a moment of deathly silence.

Immediately, like a hornet's nest that had been poked open, figures rushed out from various courtyards and watchtowers.

First came dozens of Qi Refining cultivators, some riding magical artifacts, others rushing over.

Following them were a dozen or so disciples of the Sima family at the Foundation Establishment stage, who were also guest elders.

The leader, a burly man in the late Foundation Establishment stage with a thick beard, glared fiercely and shouted, "Who dares to cause trouble at the Sima family! Kill them!"

All of a sudden.

Various spiritual lights, magical artifacts, and talismans rained down on Ye Fan with overwhelming force.

Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged.

He didn't even use any supernatural powers; he simply threw out seven or eight punches in mid-air.

The powerful fist energy was not directed at any one person, but rather pushed forward like an invisible raging tide.

The attacks of those Qi Refining cultivators crumbled upon contact.

The magical artifacts in the hands of the people at the very front shattered with a "crack".

I felt as if I had been struck by a heavy hammer, screaming and spitting blood as I flew backward.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators behind them launched slightly stronger attacks, but they were still like candles flickering in the wind, easily swept away and scattered by the force of the punches.

If Ye Fan's punch hadn't been intended to intimidate rather than kill, and if they hadn't all possessed magical artifacts to defend themselves and protected their bodies with magical power, the ground would already be littered with corpses.

"Form ranks! Issue a warning!"

The burly man with the bushy beard was both shocked and furious, and roared in a hoarse voice.

More Sima family cultivators poured out of the mansion.

On the sky and the ground, figures moved about, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of people had gathered.

They surrounded Ye Fan in layers.

A series of hostile and murderous gazes were fixed on him.

At this moment of tension.

Deep within the Sima Mansion, a profound and sharp aura suddenly rose.

A gray figure appeared silently in the sky above the mansion.

He was an elderly man dressed in a simple gray robe.

With gray hair and a gaunt face, he appeared unremarkable at first glance, except for his eyes, which were sharp as knives and were now coldly staring at Ye Fan, who was trapped in the air.

It was Sima Chengdao, the patriarch of the Sima family.

"Fellow."

Sima Chengdao spoke, his voice not loud, yet clearly overwhelming the noise of the scene, carrying a detached air of someone long accustomed to a high position, saying, "What brings you here to trespass into my Sima family and injure my clansmen?"

Ye Fan grinned, his scar twisting and looking particularly ferocious: "When I entered the city earlier, your Sima family overcharged me by three spirit stones, so I've come to collect the debt."

A fierce glint flashed in Sima Chengdao's eyes, but his face showed little anger. Instead, a cold sneer appeared: "You're courting death."

He waved his sleeve and said in a cold voice, "Kill."

Once the order was given, the Sima family cultivators, who had been unable to contain themselves any longer, roared in unison.

Hundreds of attacks converged into a devastating wave of light, crashing down on Ye Fan!

At the same time, Sima Chengdao made hand seals, and the great formation surrounding the mansion suddenly changed.

A thick, blood-red mist appeared out of nowhere and spread rapidly, not only obscuring vision but also interfering with divine sense.

As the mist surged, twisted, painful, and menacing vengeful spirits shrieked and lunged out, directly devouring Ye Fan's soul!
Sima Chengdao himself was hidden in the blood mist.

With a swift and unpredictable movement, a slender, grayish-white bone spike magic weapon silently pierced towards Ye Fan's back, the timing and angle ruthless and cunning.

If this were an ordinary early-stage Golden Core cultivator, they would be trapped by the formation, disturbed by evil spirits, and restrained by hundreds of low-level cultivators.

Add to that a sharp sneak attack from an elder of the same level.

They might really suffer a great loss, or even be severely injured and forced to retreat.

However, Ye Fan only frowned slightly.

Faced with the surging tide of attacks, he moved swiftly, using both fists and palms to easily shatter most of the attacks.

The main concern was dealing with Sima Chengdao's sneak attack.

Occasionally, a dozen or so flying swords slipped through the net, their bone blades slashing at him.

But then there were a few "ripping" sounds, and the black robe was torn in several places, revealing the bronze skin underneath, without even a trace of white mark left!

To leave a mark on his body, it would require at least the full force of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

"Ok?"

A soft gasp of surprise came from within the blood mist.

next moment.

His eyes flashed with even more ferocity as he patted the storage bag at his waist.

A blood-red rainbow of light, condensed to its extreme, shot out, so fast that it left only a blur in the air, and pierced straight for Ye Fan's vital point in the back!

Within that rainbow light, a three-inch-long, blood-red sharp cone could be faintly seen.

The cone was engraved with countless strange runes.

It exudes a chilling aura of sharpness and filth.

Ye Fan's divine sense remained constantly surrounding him, and he had already sensed the sneak attack.

Instead of dodging or avoiding, he suddenly turned around and his right fist, brimming with true yang energy, fiercely met the blood-red spike!
"boom!"

A dull thud, like the sound of leather being struck.

The blood-red spike flew back.

Ye Fan also staggered back several feet.

He withdrew his fist, and saw that a shallow wound had been cut on the tip of his fist.

A wisp of pale golden blood seeped out.

But it healed in an instant.

"A mid-grade blood-path magic treasure?"

Ye Fan glanced at the blood cone hovering in front of Sima Chengdao, buzzing incessantly.

He thought to himself, "Is this one of the Sima family's strengths? But... it shouldn't be just this, right?"

Suddenly.

A clear, soul-piercing bell suddenly rang out amidst the blood mist.

Ding-ding-ding-ding.

With a strange rhythm, it attempted to shake and confuse Ye Fan's mind.

Ye Fan paused slightly, a hint of confusion appearing in his eyes.

But it lasted for less than a breath before his eyes regained their clarity, even becoming sharper.

His spiritual strength far surpasses that of others of the same level, and is even close to the late stage of the Golden Core realm.

This captivating bell sound cannot easily subdue him.

Deep within the blood mist, Sima Chengdao's expression finally changed.

His physical body is as strong as a magic weapon, and his soul is as stable as a mountain. How could this be an ordinary early stage Golden Core cultivator?
It's clearly a monster disguised as a human!
"Dual cultivation of body and spirit!" A thought flashed through his mind.

In a flash, he made his decision.

Those who follow the demonic path are the most pragmatic; they value interests far more than losing face.

As the blood mist dissipated slightly, Sima Chengdao's figure appeared. The cold killing intent on his face had largely subsided, replaced by a smile.

"Fellow Daoist's skills are astonishing, I admire them greatly. How about we stop this exchange when we've reached a point of no return?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan sneered inwardly.

That old devil changes his tune quickly.

He scanned the remaining members of the Sima family who were eyeing him covetously with his divine sense.

He doesn't care about these people.

However, this blood mist formation was quite mysterious, and he really couldn't think of a way to break it in a short time.

"Perhaps my strength is insufficient. If I had the combat power of my master, I would definitely be able to break through with brute force!"

"Alright, the purpose of the probe has been basically achieved. It's time to go and see Daliang."

Ye Fan followed Sima Chengdao's words and snorted coldly: "The Sima family has quite a few tricks up their sleeves. I've learned my lesson today."

Since Fellow Daoist Sima has said so, then I will give you face and let's end it here for today.

"Then please, fellow Daoist, dispel the great formation and allow me to leave."

"It's a word."

Sima Chengdao answered decisively, but his hand seals remained in place, as he slowly directed the blood mist to contract into the mansion.

The array's spiritual light had not completely extinguished, indicating that it remained on guard.

Ye Fan didn't bother to argue, seeing that a way out had become clear.

He immediately transformed into a streak of crimson light, soaring into the sky without hesitation and flying straight towards the city gate.

As he rushed out of the city gate, he also gathered several points of magical energy, which he flicked towards the armored soldiers guarding the gate.

Before they could react, their foreheads were pierced.

"If you took too many of my spirit stones, then I'll pay with my life."

He muttered to himself and flew towards the distant sky.

Sima Chengdao stared in the direction where Ye Fan had disappeared, his brows furrowed and his eyes filled with uncertain emotions.

“Ancestor…” The burly man with a bushy beard stepped forward, but hesitated to speak.

"Investigate." Sima Chengdao's voice was low and cold. "Use all your hidden contacts and find out for me! Has any new Golden Core cultivator appeared in Great Wei or Great Liang recently?"

"Yes!" The burly man with a bushy beard bowed and hurried away.

Sima Chengdao glanced again at the injured and wailing disciples and the damaged magical artifacts in front of the mansion.

There was little heartache on her face, only deep doubt and a hint of worry about Ye Fan's sudden appearance.

He turned around, his gray robe fluttering, and his figure vanished from the Sima residence in an instant.

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Leaving the territory of the Great Jin Dynasty, Ye Fan headed east.

After entering Daliang.

He made a brief stop along the way.

After making a brief inquiry at a market town where independent cultivators gathered, they learned the location of the Great Liang Imperial City.

He continued on his way.

When we arrived, it was already dusk.

From afar, a majestic fortress stands majestically on the vast plain.

The city wall is built entirely of huge, earth-yellow boulders. The rough stone surfaces, unpolished, only accentuate its imposing, mountain-like, and timeless grandeur.

The city gate towers stand tall, their outlines resembling the spine of a crouching giant beast in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The entire city exudes a calm and powerful sense of oppression, completely different from the imperial city of the Great Wei and the Demon City of the Great Jin.

"The imperial city of Liang is indeed more imposing than that of Wei and Jin!"

"It's getting late, let's stay in the city for the night."

Ye Fan pondered this in his heart.

They entered the city and found a lively inn to stay in.

The capital city of Daliang was exceptionally lively.

The people and cultivators in the city lived in harmony, creating a peaceful and prosperous atmosphere.

But he always felt there was something off about it.

Ye Fan did not delve too deeply into it.

It will probably take some time to find the source of this unease.

This visit was merely to test the strength of the Liu family of Daliang.

The rest is irrelevant to him.

The next day.

The first rays of dawn broke, and the thin mist had just dissipated.

The center of the imperial city.

Above the magnificent and solemn palace complex, covered by a semi-transparent pale yellow array of light.

A figure in black robes suddenly appeared and stood in mid-air.

No extra nonsense.

Ye Fan took a deep breath, and his surging Golden Core stage magic power erupted violently.

Brahma's Holy Fist combines three fists into one.

A pale golden fist aura, several meters square, condensed and slammed into the array light barrier surrounding the palace with overwhelming force!

"Boom——!!!"

Like a giant hammer striking a heavenly bell, the dull and enormous roar instantly reverberated throughout the entire imperial city.

The light curtain trembled violently, and ripples surged wildly.

The sight startled countless birds and caused all the cultivators in the city to look towards the Great Liang Imperial Palace.

"What happened?"

"Someone is attacking the palace? Are they courting death?"

Many cultivators were discussing it.

They all took to the air and gazed into the distance.

"Who dares to attack the imperial palace's grand formation?!"

A sharp shout erupted from within the palace.

Subsequently, figures rushed in from all parts of the palace and from all directions of the city.

They hovered in the air, looking at the audacious, scarred man in black robes with suspicion and uncertainty.

More and more onlookers gathered.

Just now.

Deep within the palace, a majestic, domineering, and imposing aura soared into the sky.

A figure dressed in a dazzling dragon robe stepped out of the air.

The man appeared to be middle-aged, with a robust and upright build.

His face was partially obscured by an imperial crown with twelve white jade beads hanging down, revealing only his square jaw and neatly trimmed short beard.

He wore a bright yellow robe with five-clawed golden dragons, the dragon patterns of which were lifelike, and a jade dragon belt around his waist, which made him look even more majestic.

Simply by standing there, an aura of imperial majesty, as if ruling over the land and inviolable, emanated from him.

His gaze, piercing through the tassels, shot towards Ye Fan like a bolt of cold lightning.

It was none other than Liu Qiankun, the current emperor of the Great Liang Dynasty.

"Who are you? And why are you trespassing into the palace of my Great Liang Dynasty?"

Liu Qiankun's voice was loud and steady, with a metallic quality, echoing over the imperial city.

Ye Fan cracked his neck, making a soft "click" sound, and grinned: "I've heard that the Emperor of Great Liang has unparalleled cultivation, so I've come to learn from you!"

"Those who offend our Great Liang shall die!"

Liu Qiankun's eyes sharpened; as the ruler of a country, he naturally possessed an air of arrogance.

The other party was clearly a Golden Core cultivator, and their intentions were not good; further discussion would be pointless.

He took a step forward, and without any apparent movement, a jade seal, entirely golden in color, four inches in diameter, with nine dragons intertwined on its top, appeared in his palm.

It is one of the national treasures of the Great Liang Dynasty, the "Nine Dragon Seal".

"town!"

Liu Qiankun lifted the seal and rose up. The "Nine Dragons Seal" swelled in the wind and grew to the size of a house.

The eight ancient seal characters at the bottom of the seal, "By the mandate of Heaven, may your life be long and prosperous," shone brightly with golden light, carrying a heavy and imposing aura that suppressed mountains and rivers, pressing down on Ye Fan!

The air hummed under the strain.

The Foundation Establishment cultivators watching from afar felt their breath catch in their throats.

"A mid-grade magic weapon?!"

Ye Fan's gaze sharpened slightly, neither flinching nor avoiding the attack.

His blood and qi surged, and his magic power poured into his right arm, turning the entire arm a pale golden color. He then threw a punch upwards!
(End of this chapter)