Covering the Heavens: Fishing for the Heavens Starting from the Great Accomplished Holy Body

Chapter 120 Ye Fan: Acting on Behalf of Heaven, I'll Take You to Avenge Yourself!

Ye Fan was stunned.

Some distant memories suddenly flashed through his mind.

When I was a child, Uncle Li did make me memorize some things.

Besides those mysterious scriptures, there are also some records about Origin Techniques.

At that time, he was young and found those things boring and tedious, far less mysterious than the Daoist scriptures and the Western Emperor scriptures.

But since Uncle Li asked him to recite it, he obediently recited it without missing a single word.

Looking back now, those records about Source Arts, could they possibly be—

"The Book of Origin?"

Ye Fan murmured, his eyes gleaming.

Uncle Li, how much have you arranged for me?

That seemingly unreliable elder, who only knew how to fish all day, seemed to have been paving the way for his spiritual practice from the very beginning.

"Kid?"

Seeing him in a daze, Duan De waved his hand in front of his eyes. "You don't actually have it, do you?"

Ye Fan snapped out of his reverie and, instead of answering directly, simply said, "You'll know when you get back!"

He turned and flew down the mountain.

Duan De was stunned for a moment, then quickly followed.

Night falls.

Ye Fan and Duan De did not rush to leave, but instead found a secluded valley near Zishan Mountain, intending to set off at dawn.

That old guy is still searching near Zishan; going out now would be suicide.

The two found a cave, built a fire, roasted some dry rations, and ate a simple meal.

Duan De leaned against the stone wall, dozing off with his eyes half-closed.

Ye Fan, however, was not sleepy.

He sat cross-legged by the fire, closed his eyes, and began to search his mind for those long-forgotten memories.

Origin Book of Heaven, Origin Book of Heaven —

Those records flowed out slowly from the depths of his memory like a gentle stream.

The art of divination emphasizes observing the mountains and their energy flow, as well as finding the dragon veins and acupoints.

Originium is born from the earth's veins, formed by the gathering of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, and each Originium has its own unique "energy".

A master of Origin Arts can see the contours of mountains and rivers, discern the energy of the earth's veins, and locate the places where Originium is buried with the naked eye.

Those restrictions are another application of source techniques.

Using source stones to form arrays, relying on earth veins as a foundation, and drawing upon the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, various mysterious killing formations are created.

Ye Fan flipped through those memories page by page, becoming increasingly alarmed with each reading.

This is not only a source technique, but also a profound and extensive field of knowledge, involving mountains and rivers, geography, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, yin and yang and the five elements, which is no simpler than those ancient scriptures.

When Uncle Li made him carry these things, he was only five or six years old.

What can a five or six-year-old child understand?

But Uncle Li insisted on making him memorize it, teaching him again and again until he knew it perfectly and could recite it word for word.

"It's a pity I left in such a hurry last time, otherwise I would have definitely asked Uncle Li how he got all those strange things. You can't just sit at home fishing and catch something by chance, can you?"

Ye Fan opened his eyes and looked at the moonlight shining through the cave entrance, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

Just how much preparation did that elder make for him?

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Just as Ye Fan and Duan De were about to leave, they suddenly heard a commotion in the distance.

The two exchanged a glance, concealed their presence, and quietly slipped out of the valley.

The sound came from the direction of the village from yesterday.

Ye Fan's heart tightened, and he quickened his pace, rushing towards that direction.

When he arrived, the scene before him made his face instantly darken.

The village was surrounded.

At least thirty or forty riders surrounded the entire village.

Those people were all riding on tall dragon-drawn steeds, clad in blue scale armor that gleamed coldly in the morning light.

Their faces reeked of blood, their eyes were fierce, and they were clearly murderers.

Grandpa Zhang stood in the center of the village, his aged face filled with anger and helplessness.

Beside him, several villagers lay on the ground, covered in blood, clearly having been beaten.

A leader with a thick beard and a fierce face rode on horseback, looking down at Master Zhang with a cold tone.

"Old man, enough nonsense. Have you prepared the source materials? Don't tell me the quantity is insufficient or that we need more time. We don't have the patience."

Old Master Zhang gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice, "Chen the Bearded Man, we've already paid our quota for this month. It's only been a few days, and you're already asking for more. Where would our little village come from to come up with so much quota?"

"Can't produce it?"

Chen the Bearded Man sneered, "If you can't produce them, then steal them. That girl from last time was quite good, send a few more over, and I might give you a few more days' grace."

A bandit next to him burst into vulgar laughter.

"Big Beard is right, that girl was indeed quite good. It's a pity she was too fiery; she jumped into the river and committed suicide. Tsk tsk, what a pity!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than a young man suddenly rushed out from the crowd.

The young man was about twenty years old, tall, with bloodshot eyes, and lunged at Chen Da Huzi.

"Chen the Bearded Man, give me back my sister!"

Chen Da Huzi didn't even lift his eyelids, and casually waved his hand.

A tremendous force slammed into the young man, who screamed in agony as he was sent flying backward, crashing into a stone house with a bloody head.

"You idiot!"

Master Zhang rushed over to help him, but the young man pushed him away.

"I'll fight you to the death!"

Er Lengzi struggled to his feet and tried to rush forward again.

A bandit next to Chen Da Huzi jumped off his horse, kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground, and then straddled him, punching him in the face repeatedly.

"Fight? You piece of trash, you think you can fight a big bearded man?"

After a few punches, Er Lengzi's face was covered in blood and flesh, and his screams grew weaker and weaker.

Master Zhang was so anxious that he stamped his feet, but dared not step forward.

The villagers surrounding the area dared not speak out, their eyes filled with grief and despair.

Just then.

A golden light descended from the sky without warning.

The golden light came too fast, so fast that the bandits didn't even have time to react.

boom!

The bandit riding on Er Lengzi felt as if he had been hit by a mountain. He screamed and flew backward, crashing into the crowd and knocking down three or four of his accomplices.

"Who?!"

Chen Da Huzi's expression changed, and he shouted sternly.

Ye Fan emerged from the shadows, holding a black net as thin as a cicada's wing in his hand.

He gave Chen the big beard a cold look and said nothing.

Behind him, a fat Taoist priest also landed.

Duan De chuckled twice, clutching the ordinary fishing rod in his hand.

"Wow, so many people! Business is good today!"

Duan De emerged from behind Ye Fan, clutching the fishing rod in his hand, his eyes scanning the bandits.

Chen Da Huzi's face darkened as he stared at the two strangers who had suddenly appeared, especially the boy carrying the black net, a hint of wariness flashing in his eyes.

"Where did this ignorant fool come from, daring to interfere in the affairs of my Qingxia Village?"

Ye Fan ignored his shouts and just looked at the idiot lying on the ground.

The young man's face was covered in blood, but he still stared intently at Chen Da Huzi, his eyes filled with hatred.

Ye Fan sighed, turned his gaze to Chen Da Huzi, and said calmly, "You just said that you made that girl jump into the river and commit suicide?"

Chen the Bearded Man sneered, "So what if she is? That bitch didn't know what was good for her, she asked for her own death, who can she blame? If you meddle in other people's business, you won't be leaving here today!"

Ye Fan nodded.

"Understood."

He raised his right hand and gently pointed forward with his index finger.

A golden light shot out from his fingertips, incredibly fast, like a bolt of lightning tearing through the void.

Chen Da Huzi's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively tried to dodge.

But the golden light was too fast, so fast that he didn't have time to react at all.

puff!

Golden light pierced through his brow, leaving behind a trail of blood droplets.

The sinister smile on Chen Da Hu Zi's face froze. He swayed, then fell to the ground with a thud from his dragon-drawn horse, dying instantly.

"Big Beard!"

The surrounding bandits were immediately thrown into chaos.

A leader at the Life Spring Realm roared, urging his dragon-horse forward. His long sword transformed into a streak of light, slashing down at Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't even glance at him, simply waving his hand casually.

boom!

A wisp of golden blood surged out of his body, like a mountain pressing down.

The leader, along with his horse and the blade of light, was sent flying backward by the force of the blood energy, crashing into a stone house several dozen feet away. The stone house collapsed with a deafening roar, sending dust flying everywhere.

Duan De was also busy.

He chuckled and flicked the fishing rod in his hand.

The transparent fishing line flew out silently and hooked the neck of a bandit from the Life Spring Realm.

Before the bandit could react, he was pulled over by the fishing line and landed at Duan De's feet.

Duan De stepped on his chest, tapped him on the head with his fishing rod, and said with a smile, "Don't move. I'm in a good mood today, so I won't kill anyone."

The bandit was so frightened that his face turned pale, and he dared not move.

Ye Fan continued to make his move.

He strode forward, pointing out a finger with each step.

A ray of golden light, a life lost.

There were no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions, just the simplest attack, yet it was so fast that it was impossible to dodge.

Just as a bandit at the Life Spring Realm raised his magical weapon, a bloody hole appeared between his eyebrows, and his body fell backward.

Another bandit at the Life Spring Realm turned to flee, but after only three steps, a golden light pierced the back of his head, causing him to fall to the ground.

Those low-level bandits in the Bitter Sea Realm were even worse off; some didn't even get a clear look at Ye Fan before inexplicably losing their lives.

In just a dozen or so breaths, more than thirty bandits were all dead.

Only one remained, trembling under Duan De's foot.

The villagers surrounding the area were all stunned.

They stared blankly at the scene, watching those thugs who usually bullied them and made them dare not speak out, now lying on the ground like wheat being harvested. For a moment, no one dared to utter a word.

Old Master Zhang's hands, which were holding the wooden cane, were trembling.

He had lived most of his life and had seen battles among cultivators, but he had never seen such a clean, efficient, and understated killing before.

How could this boy, who looks no more than eleven or twelve years old, be so terrifying?

Ye Fan withdrew his right hand, glanced at the corpses scattered on the ground, and remained calm.

He walked up to Duan De and looked down at the bandit being trampled underfoot.

"Where is Qingxia Village located, and how many people live there?"

The bandit's teeth chattered, and he stammered, "In—in the depths of the stone forest, three hundred miles to the southeast, there are—more than fifty people, and two leaders at the Divine Bridge Realm—"

Ye Fan nodded and pointed.

A golden light entered the bandit's brow, and he died without even uttering a sound.

Duan De withdrew his foot and clicked his tongue twice: "Kid, you've got quite the bloodlust. I just promised not to kill anyone!"

"Just because you don't kill doesn't mean I can't!"

Ye Fan glanced at him. "Besides, should we let him go and wait for him to go back and report, so that those people can prepare in advance?"

Duan De thought for a moment and nodded, saying, "That makes sense."

Ye Fan turned and walked towards Master Zhang.

When Zhang Wuye saw him coming, he subconsciously took a half step back, but quickly regained his balance, a complex look flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Old man, let the villagers dispose of these corpses to prevent them from attracting wild animals!"

Ye Fan spoke calmly, as if he had just killed a few chickens, not people.

Grandpa Zhang paused for a moment, then nodded and waved to the villagers behind him who were still stunned.

Several bold young men then came to their senses and rushed forward, hurriedly dragging the body out of the village.

Ye Fan watched this scene in silence for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Old man, what exactly happened to that simpleton's sister?"

Uncle Zhang sighed and nodded.

"That girl was beautiful, so Chen the Bearded Man took a liking to her and abducted her with his men. She was strong-willed and refused to submit, so she jumped into the river halfway there. By the time we found her, her body was nowhere to be found."

Ye Fan didn't say anything, but walked towards the young man who had been helped up and was sitting on the stone steps, panting.

Er Lengzi's face was covered in blood, and his eyes were red and swollen, but he was still staring intently at Chen Da Huzi's corpse.

Duan De followed behind him and whispered, "Kid, what do you want to do?"

Ye Fan did not answer.

He walked up to Er Lengzi and looked down at him.

Er Lengzi raised his head, his eyes red and swollen, but he stared straight at Ye Fan without fear or gratitude, only a blank emptiness.

"Your sister is dead."

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Ye Fan spoke, his tone very calm.

Er Lengzi nodded without saying a word.

"The one who killed your sister was that Chen the Bearded Man, and the Qingxia Village behind him!"

Ye Fan continued, "Chen the Bearded Man is dead, but Qingxia Village still exists. There are still over fifty bandits there, and two leaders with the same cultivation level as Chen the Bearded Man. I don't know how many villages they've ravaged or how many lives they've taken over the years. But I do know that your sister won't be the first, nor will she be the last!"

Er Lengzi stared at him, his eyes still vacant.

"Do you want revenge?"

Ye Fan asked.

Er Lengzi was stunned.

He opened his mouth, as if to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything at all.

revenge?

he thinks.

He dreamed of it.

But he was just an ordinary person, an orphan who couldn't even get enough to eat. How could he possibly take revenge?

Ye Fan seemed to see through his thoughts and said calmly, "I'll take you there; you do it yourself!"

Er Lengzi was startled.

He stared at Ye Fan, and a glimmer of light finally appeared in his empty eyes.

"Really?!"

His voice was hoarse and trembling.

Ye Fan nodded.

"real!"

Duan De, who was listening nearby, grinned and leaned closer to whisper, "Kid, are you crazy? We're still being chased by that powerful figure, and instead of running away, we're going to raid their stronghold?"

Ye Fan shook his head and said, "That old guy should still be wandering around Zishan. He won't be able to find this place for a while. Qingxia Village is 300 miles to the southeast, which is in the opposite direction from Zishan. He would never expect us to run that way."

He paused, then added, "Besides, these bandits have plagued the villages for years, taking countless lives. Since we've run into them, eliminating them is an act of justice!"

Duan De rolled his eyes.

Acting on behalf of Heaven!

When did this kid become so virtuous and upright?