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

Chapter 121 Imperial Jade, the complete set of equipment of the Source Celestial Master!

"Alright, alright, let's go, but we have to finish this quickly!"

Ye Fan nodded and turned to look at Er Lengzi.

"Can you walk?"

Er Lengzi struggled to his feet. Although he was covered in injuries and his legs were trembling, his eyes were more determined than ever before.

"able."

Ye Fan nodded and cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Master Zhang.

"Excuse me, sir. You can handle the things on those people; we only need the source!"

After saying that, he took Er Lengzi and transformed into a golden light, shooting off in the southeast direction.

Duan De hesitated for a moment, then quickly chased after him, muttering, "Kid—wait for me, Daoist!"

Zhang Wuye stood there, watching the three figures disappear into the horizon, a complex light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

After a long while, he shook his head and turned to walk towards the village.

Three hundred miles is only a short distance for Ye Fan and Duan De.

The two men, along with Er Lengzi, landed at the edge of a stone forest and could see the mountain stronghold hidden deep within the forest in the distance.

The stronghold was built in a strategically important mountain valley, surrounded by stone pillars dozens of meters high, with only a narrow passage for entry and exit.

There were patrols on the stockade walls and guards at the entrance, making it look quite impressive.

"This is it!"

Ye Fan withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi stared intently at the mountain stronghold, his whole body trembling, his eyes red-rimmed, but he gritted his teeth and remained silent.

Ye Fan patted him on the shoulder.

"The dead can't be brought back to life, try to think more positively. When you go in later, you can kill whoever you want."

Er Lengzi nodded vigorously.

Ye Fan said no more, and extended his divine sense to scan the entire mountain stronghold.

There were a total of fifty-one perpetrators.

Chen Da Huzi and another person reached the Divine Bridge Realm, along with seven or eight cultivators at the Life Spring Realm, and the rest were at the lowest level of the Bitter Sea Realm.

He didn't want to let anyone go.

Following the records in the Origin Heaven Books from his memory, Ye Fan carved some simple Dao patterns around the stone forest, temporarily sealing off this area.

With his current cultivation level, the Dao patterns he sets up cannot trap true experts, but they are more than enough to deal with these bandits who are at most at the Divine Bridge Realm.

"Alright, we can get started now."

Ye Fan straightened up and walked deeper into the stone forest.

Duan De followed behind him, gently swaying his fishing rod, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Er Lengzi walked at the back, clutching the short knife Ye Fan had just given him. Although his hand was still trembling, his steps were unwavering.

As soon as the three stepped into the village gate, a bandit guarding the gate spotted them.

"Who goes there?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a golden light entered his brow.

The body collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The patrolling bandits on the stockade wall were terrified and immediately rang the alarm bell.

The clanging of bells echoed through the valley, startling countless birds that were resting there.

But Ye Fan didn't care at all.

He stepped into the mountain stronghold, and a dozen or so bandits rushed towards him, wielding swords and exuding murderous intent.

Ye Fan raised his hand and pointed out with one finger.

A golden light pierced the chest of the bandit at the front, sending his body flying backward and knocking over three people behind him.

Duan De wasn't idle either. With a flick of his fishing rod, a leader at the Life Spring Realm was hooked around the neck and pulled over against his will.

Before he could struggle, Duan De kicked him in the chest, knocking him to the ground, and then smacked him on the head, knocking the bandit unconscious.

"Keep them for now, we'll kill them all together later!"

Duan De chuckled.

Er Lengzi followed behind the two, his hand holding the short knife trembling slightly.

He looked at the bandits rushing towards him, at their ferocious faces, but what came to mind was the look in his sister's eyes when she last looked at him.

Those eyes held reluctance, unwillingness, and an indescribable sadness.

He will never forget that look in his eyes.

"what!"

Er Lengzi suddenly roared and rushed forward, stabbing a bandit who was lying on the ground groaning after being seriously injured by Ye Fan into the chest.

Blood splattered all over his face.

Instead of dodging, he delivered another blow.

Another blow.

Let's deliver another blow.

He only stopped breathing heavily when the bandit had completely stopped breathing.

Ye Fan glanced at him, said nothing, and continued walking deeper into the mountain stronghold.

Along the way, the three of them were like tigers among sheep.

When Ye Fan makes a move, there is always a golden light and a life.

When Duan De makes a move, someone will inevitably be hooked by a fishing rod for no apparent reason, and then kicked unconscious by him.

Er Lengzi followed behind, specifically targeting those bandits who were seriously injured or knocked unconscious. He killed them one by one, until he was covered in blood, but he never stopped.

In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, only the leader of the Divine Bridge Realm remained alive in the mountain stronghold.

He stood in the open space in the center of the mountain stronghold, looking at the corpses scattered on the ground, at the blood-covered boy, and at the fat Taoist priest holding a fishing rod, his eyes filled with fear.

"Who...who are you people?"

He asked in a trembling voice.

Ye Fan didn't answer, but just looked at Er Lengzi.

Er Lengzi was covered in blood, and his hand holding the knife was trembling uncontrollably, but he still stared intently at the leader.

"Is this the person?"

Ye Fan asked.

Er Lengzi nodded, his voice hoarse: "It was him, he was the one who robbed my sister with Chen Da Huzi."

Ye Fan hummed in agreement and pointed.

A beam of golden light shot out, and the leader's legs instantly exploded into two clouds of blood mist, causing him to scream and fall to the ground.

Ye Fan gestured with his chin towards Er Lengzi.

"Go."

Er Lengzi looked at him, then at the leader, gritted his teeth, picked up his knife, and walked over.

The leader's legs were crippled, rendering him unable to move. He could only watch helplessly as the blood-covered young man approached step by step.

"No—don't kill me—I—I can give you the source, I can give you treasures, I can give you anything—"

He begged for mercy incoherently.

Er Lengzi didn't say anything.

He simply walked up to him and raised the knife in his hand.

A knife.

Two cuts.

Three knives.

He didn't know how many times he had slashed, only that when the knife finally stopped, the leader was no longer human.

He threw down the knife, knelt on the ground, supported himself with his hands, and gasped for breath.

Tears mixed with blood slid down his face, dripping onto the ground and splashing specks of dust.

Ye Fan walked over and stood beside him, saying nothing, just watching quietly.

After a long while, Er Lengzi raised his head and looked at Ye Fan.

Those eyes were still red and swollen, but they were no longer empty.

"Thank you very much, my benefactor."

His voice was hoarse, yet it conveyed an indescribable firmness.

Ye Fan shook his head.

"You're welcome, you did it yourself!"

He turned around and began cleaning up the battlefield.

Duan De had already sneaked into the bandits' dwellings, ransacking the place and keeping himself very busy.

When Ye Fan walked in, he had already found a bunch of things and was squatting on the ground counting them.

"Hey kid, come look! These bandits are rolling in money!"

Duan De raised his head, his fat face contorted into a wide grin.

Ye Fan walked over, looked down, and raised an eyebrow slightly.

A full twenty jin of raw material!

Although most of these sources are quite ordinary, twenty kilograms is a considerable amount for a small-scale operation.

I have no idea how many villages these thugs have ravaged to collect so much.

Ye Fan put away the source and his gaze fell on an ancient jade piece next to him.

The ancient jade was about half the size of a palm, and it was clearly a piece that had broken off.

He reached out and picked it up, holding it in his hand. He immediately felt an ancient and desolate aura, giving him a strange feeling.

Ye Fan was somewhat surprised.

On this ancient jade, there are some mountain and landform maps engraved. It is unknown how many generations they have been passed down, but these traces are almost worn away.

There was a word on it that shook him to his core.

Although it was getting blurry, upon closer inspection, it was still recognizable as the character "帝" (Emperor)!

"Imperial script?"

Ye Fan murmured, his brows furrowing.

This ancient jade is clearly incomplete; it should be part of some other artifact.

The mountain and landform map engraved on it looks like a map.

And that character "Emperor" —

Ye Fan stared at the blurry character "帝" (Emperor) for a long time, then suddenly remembered something and looked up in the direction of Purple Mountain.

The purplish-brown mountain was faintly visible on the distant horizon.

He examined the ancient jade in his hand repeatedly, then looked at Zishan.

Suddenly, another mountain range appeared in his field of vision.

The mountain range was in the far distance, reddish-brown, barren and devoid of vegetation, facing the Purple Mountain in the distance.

Ye Fan was shocked.

"A complete map of ancient jade must include Zishan. Unexpectedly, those mountains at the far horizon are also related to Zishan—"

He muttered to himself, the records about mountains and ley lines in the Book of Origin flashing through his mind.

Nine Dragons Surrounding a Pearl?

No, it's not just nine mountain ranges.

Those mountain ranges extend from all directions, all pointing towards Purple Mountain, like nine giant dragons crawling on the earth, jointly guarding the purple jewel in the center.

Is this a natural terrain or a man-made layout?

Countless questions welled up in Ye Fan's mind.

He put away the ancient jade, searched the mountain stronghold again to make sure nothing was missed, and then left with Er Lengzi and Duan De.

When the three returned to the stone village, it was already dark.

When Zhang Wuye saw them return, especially when he saw that Er Lengzi, although covered in blood, was in much better spirits, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"It's good that you're back, it's good that you're back. Come in quickly, I'll have someone prepare some food for you!"

Ye Fan waved his hand.

"Grandpa, no rush, I want to ask you something!"

Master Zhang looked at him and nodded.

"you say."

Ye Fan took out the ancient jade and handed it to him.

"Does the old man recognize this?"

Master Zhang took the ancient jade and examined it carefully for a long time, a complex light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"This is—a token of the Yuan Tianshi lineage!"

He murmured, his voice tinged with emotion.

Ye Fan's heart stirred.

The lineage of Yuan Tianshi?

Master Zhang returned the ancient jade to Ye Fan and sighed.

"My Zhang family had a lineage of a Celestial Master. Although I have never seen this item, there were some fragmentary records of it within our clan. Later, the complete artifact was lost, leaving only these fragments scattered around. I never expected that you would find it!"

Ye Fan was silent for a moment, then asked, "Old man, what is that complete artifact?"

Master Zhang shook his head.

"It's been too long, I can't say for sure. I only know that it's related to the lineage of the Yuan Tian Master, and the map engraved on it is said to record the secrets of Zishan."

The secret of Purple Mountain.

Ye Fan's mind raced.

He thought of the majestic Purple Mountain, the knife marks and sword holes, and the words Duan De had spoken.

Purple Mountain, the Great Emperor Wushi, the Celestial Master of Origin, the Book of Origin —

All the clues seem to point to the same place.

"Grandpa, I want to go into Zishan!"

Ye Fan suddenly spoke.

Master Zhang was stunned, then sighed.

"Young man, I urge you to think twice. That place is a place where nine out of ten people who go in never come out. My ancestor from the Zhang family died there."

Ye Fan nodded.

"I know, but I have to go in."

He did not explain why.

Some things don't need explanation.

Old Master Zhang looked at him, a complex light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

After a long while, he turned and walked into the house.

"Come with me."

Ye Fan followed him inside.

Master Zhang rummaged through the house and found a wooden box. He opened it, took out the stone armor from before, along with a stone pendant, an astrolabe, and a stone knife, and handed them all to Ye Fan.

"This was left behind by one of my Zhang family ancestors. Wearing it can block divine sense from detecting you. Since you're going to Purple Mountain, you might find it useful."

Ye Fan accepted the items and bowed respectfully.

"Thank you, sir."

Master Zhang waved his hand.

"No need to thank me, I just hope you get out alive!"

Ye Fan left Zhang Wuye's house and found Duan De and Er Lengzi.

When Duan De saw that he was carrying a pile of things, including the stone garment he had worn earlier, his eyes lit up.

"Kid, that old man gave you this? I thought he was just lending it to us to wear temporarily."

Ye Fan ignored him and just looked at Er Lengzi.

What are your plans for the future?

Er Lengzi remained silent for a moment, then suddenly knelt down and kowtowed three times to Ye Fan.

Ye Fan quickly helped him up.

"What are you doing?"

Er Lengzi raised his head, his eyes still red and swollen, yet revealing an indescribable determination.

"My benefactor avenged me. I'm just a simpleton with no real skills, but my life belongs to him. He's going to Zishan, and I'll go with him. I'll be his guide."

Ye Fan shook his head.

"You'll only be sending yourself to your death if you follow us!"

Er Lengzi was stunned.

Ye Fan looked at him, his tone calm but unquestionable.

"Purple Mountain is a place where nine out of ten people will die. You have no cultivation, so going in there will surely mean your death. If you really want to repay me, then live well and don't let your sister die in vain."

Er Lengzi opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but found that he couldn't say anything.

Ye Fan patted him on the shoulder and turned to walk out of the village.

Duan De quickly followed.

As they left the stone village, Duan De approached, a pained expression on his face, and asked, "Kid, can we skip Zishan?"

Ye Fan nodded.

"That old guy is still loitering around Zishan. If we go there now, aren't we just throwing our lives away?"

Ye Fan shook his head.

"That old fellow is a powerful figure at the first level of the Sendai realm, but even he doesn't dare to easily set foot in Purple Mountain. Once we go in, he won't be able to catch us!"

Duan De thought about it and felt it made sense, but he was still a little uneasy.

"But Zishan is a place where you're almost guaranteed to die. What if we go in like this and don't get out?"

Ye Fan remained silent for a moment, his gaze falling on the purplish-brown giant mountain in the distance.

"That old guy chased us for three days and three nights, clearly intending to kill us. If he catches us, we're doomed. But if we go into Purple Mountain, at least we'll have a glimmer of hope."

He paused, then added, "Besides, I have the Source Book in my hands, and now I've obtained the equipment from the previous Source Master. Perhaps I can give it a try!"

Duan De paused for a moment, a strange feeling suddenly creeping into his heart.

Just as Ye Fan said, could it really be fate?