Chapter 254: Chapter 253: Breakthrough Opportunity
In the Yan Clan’s back mountain lay a pond brimming with dense Spiritual Energy. This was the heart of the Yan Clan Forbidden Land, the Holy Spring. Since ancient tis, very few mbers of the Yan Clan had ever been able to use the Holy Spring; an ordinary clansman might go their entire life without such an opportunity.
Even Yan Clan Martial Artists of the caliber of the Great Elder and Yan Ning could only enjoy it once a year.
But Alice could enjoy the Holy Spring anyti she wished, for no other reason than that she was the Yan Clan Saintess. What the Holy Daughter could enjoy, others couldn’t even dream of.
At this mont, Alice laid Ye Fan down by the side of the Holy Spring and scooped up a bowl of its water. The bowl teed with dense Spiritual Energy, making it a Spiritual Water of the highest quality.
She tried to give him a drink, but the water just flowed out of Ye Fan’s mouth. Clearly, in his current state, he simply couldn’t drink it. Or rather, he lacked the consciousness even to try.
Alice grew anxious, not knowing what to do. She gazed upon Ye Fan’s chiseled features; though pale and lifeless, they were still filled with determination.
Suddenly, an idea ca to her, and her pretty face instantly turned crimson. With her lips slightly parted, she first took a mouthful of the Holy Spring Spirit Water. Then, she used her own lips to pry open Ye Fan’s, feeding him the water mouth-to-mouth. She repeated this process until she had fed him three bowls, at which point she stopped.
This was likely the limit of what Ye Fan’s body could accept. Seeing that he didn’t spit out the water this ti, Alice breathed a sigh of relief. A mont ago, she had been so focused on the task that she had completely forgotten how intimate the gesture was. Now, thinking back on it, her face turned bright red.
I can’t believe I was so bold.
"COUGH, COUGH!"
After drinking so of the life-giving water from the Holy Spring, Ye Fan coughed and slowly stirred awake. The effects of the Holy Spring Spirit Water were incredible. Less than five minutes after swallowing it, he could feel his injuries slowly healing and the fog in his mind beginning to clear.
"Ye Fan, you’re finally awake!" Alice exclaid joyfully.
Ye Fan looked around, confirming he was in a sea of flowers with rich Spiritual Energy. The pond before him, in particular, was overflowing with a potent aura. If soone could drink from this Holy Spring regularly, not only would their cultivation breakthroughs co at a staggering pace, but their body would also be purged of all impurities. This is a true treasure.
Noticing Alice by his side, Ye Fan asked, "Alice, where are we?"
"The Yan Clan’s Sacred Land," she replied.
"No way! You brought
to your Holy Land?" Ye Fan was speechless. I can’t believe she’s so bold. A clan’s Holy Land is a forbidden area, completely off-limits to outsiders.
But Alice just declared, "On my turf, I call the shots!"
Her words were filled with a domineering air. What a line! Ye Fan couldn’t help but give her a secret thumbs-up. Of course, if the Yan Clan Patriarch and the others found out, they’d probably cough up blood in frustration.
"Why is your face so red?" Ye Fan asked. Then he added, "And why is there a fragrance on my lips?" He had just noticed the blush coloring Alice’s charming face.
In that mont, Alice abruptly grabbed his neck, clearly overtaken by the impulse to strangle him.
Ye Fan said weakly, "I’m just a helpless patient!"
"Hmph! This is all your fault!" Alice pouted. Although she was usually quite bold—but only with Ye Fan—she was still very traditional when it ca to monts like this. This was simply Alice—a woman with a quirky personality, who loved and hated with absolute clarity.
"If I could drink a cup of this Holy Spring Spirit Water every day, I could expel all the impurities from my body within half a month," Ye Fan mused aloud. "Then, I could ascend to the Emperor Level!"
Alice puffed out her chest and declared, "Isn’t that sothing I can decide with a single word? Drink up, Ye Fan! Drink as much as you can!"
"Oh, I couldn’t possibly..." Ye Fan said with an awkward smile. But inwardly, he was ecstatic. He was more than happy to take advantage of the Yan Clan’s generosity to further his own goals.
For the next two days, Ye Fan drank the Holy Spring Spirit Water daily. When Yan Ning found out, he complained endlessly, but he knew what was done was done. There was nothing he could do, which left him feeling utterly frustrated.
Of course, Ye Fan didn’t realize that his ability to act with such impunity within the Yan Clan wasn’t just due to the Holy Daughter’s affection. To a large extent, it was also because the clan itself had co to recognize his worth. Whether it was his talent, strength, or character, the Yan Clan was quite satisfied with Ye Fan. If he were to beco a hegemon in his own right one day, the Yan Clan would also benefit imnsely.
While drinking the Holy Spring Spirit Water, Ye Fan also practiced his swordsmanship daily. He was still far from achieving the state of Unity of Man and Sword, but he knew that with the Yuanhong Sword in his possession, reaching that realm was only a matter of ti.
The Sword Dao was a martial art with a long history in the Divine Land. Since ancient tis, its practitioners were held in high esteem, and the combat power of Sword Dao masters was considered superior to that of other Martial Artists. This was because a Sword Dao Practitioner could not only kill an enemy with a single blow but could also engage in battles of attrition, only to launch a sudden, unexpected strike that would catch their foe completely off guard. For this reason, Sword Dao Practitioners were among the most formidable and respected of all Martial Artists. After all, the sword is considered the gentleman among weapons, the king of all arms.
He looked at the Yuanhong Sword, which seethed with a murderous aura. Your murderous aura is too strong, he thought. While having it is necessary, being able to conceal it would be best.
Perhaps many Martial Artists would love such a fierce and unyielding murderous aura, but Ye Fan knew better. The Yuanhong Sword was exceptional in every way, but this very aura was its only flaw. The mark of a truly peerless sword wasn’t its sharpness, but its ability to sheathe that edge—to perfectly conceal its murderous aura. This was the hallmark of the world’s finest weapon, and clearly, the Yuanhong Sword still had a long way to go.
"Perhaps I just don’t understand you," Ye Fan murmured. "Let’s share this drink."
He took a cup of wine and poured it over the blade of the Yuanhong Sword, as if man and sword could truly share a mont of mutual understanding.
Although the Yuanhong Sword remained motionless, Ye Fan sensed its loneliness. It was the solitude of one who stands above the nine heavens, gazing down upon an eternity of wind and frost. Whether man or sword, all must eventually experience the profound coldness at the pinnacle of power.
Just then, Ye Fan was stunned. The Yuanhong Sword’s murderous aura began to weaken until it was nearly imperceptible. Undoubtedly, the sword had gained sentience. It had perfectly internalized its own killing aura.
At that, Ye Fan seed to understand sothing. He closed his eyes tightly, gripping the Yuanhong Sword firmly.
About an hour later, Ye Fan’s eyes snapped open.
"Rise!"
With a thunderous hum, the Yuanhong Sword lifted from the ground and flew into his grasp. Ye Fan began to practice with it, the profundity of each strike and form far surpassing that of the Dugu Nine Swords. This was truly perfect swordsmanship.
As he wielded the Yuanhong Sword, each flash of Sword Qi struck the stone wall opposite him. When he finished the entire set of perfect swordsmanship, rubble crumbled from the wall, revealing four striking characters etched into the stone.
Unity of Man and Sword.
Those four perfect characters captured the atmosphere of the mont. Though unadorned, they radiated an aura that seed to embody the pinnacle of all swordsmanship under heaven.
At that mont, enlightennt dawned on Ye Fan. He had broken through. In that singular instant of understanding, he had ascended from the peak of the King Level to the Emperor Level.
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