Chapter 1679: Chapter 1548: A Man’s Name, a Tree’s Shadow
If someone can revive the dead, what else could they be but an immortal?
Although these ordinary people often encounter cultivators, the world of cultivators is completely unfamiliar to them.
Not a single cultivator is willing to expend their primordial essence to save an ordinary person unless it’s a family member. Yet, Ye Fan just revived an old man who had neither heartbeat nor breath. What else could he be but an immortal?
Ye Fan ignored the exclamations of these ordinary people and continued to use divine power to wash the old man’s marrow and remove hair. This was the karma left by Bai Yan wolf that he could not ignore.
"Phew!"
After the old man regained consciousness, he spat out a mouthful of clotted blood, feeling much lighter, his face became rosy, and the dark injuries on his body were healed by Ye Fan.
"Thank you, young man!"
The old man stood up, knowing that if Ye Fan hadn’t intervened timely, he would have died today.
"No need to thank me, sir!" Ye Fan hurriedly helped the old man who was about to kneel in gratitude.
"Thank you, big brother!"
Little Wanwan knelt on the ground with a thud, kowtowing to Ye Fan. The grandfather and granddaughter depended on each other for survival, and if the old man truly died, she wouldn’t know how to live on her own.
"Get up quickly..." Ye Fan lightly lifted his hand, and a gentle breeze lifted Little Wanwan from the ground.
"Divine Doctor, my leg has old rheumatism, could you heal it for me?"
"Little God, my son is mute. Can you make him speak? He’s my only son..."
"..."
In no time, Ye Fan was surrounded by people, all talking over each other, presenting all sorts of strange and bizarre requests.
A gambler even asked Ye Fan to bless him to always win at gambling, which left Ye Fan both amused and exasperated.
However, Ye Fan tried his best to heal some of the ordinary ailments they had, and didn’t charge any medical fees, only asking them to frequent the old man’s bun shop in the future.
These people naturally agreed, with some even buying many buns on the spot, giving the old man some extra money.
"Sun Shaobao is coming!"
Just then, someone shouted, and the crowd quickly dispersed. Ye Fan saw a young man in luxurious clothes walking over with a wicked smile.
Beside him were a few burly men with exceptionally developed muscles, clearly practitioners, but compared to cultivators, the gap was immense.
"Old bastard, you still dare to set up your stall here? Pay up quickly, or I’ll break your ribs!" The young man sneered malevolently, kicking towards the old man’s kneecap mercilessly.
The burly men stood by, arms folded, watching the scene with laughter. They were Sun Shaobao’s evil slaves, accustomed to bullying and dominating the street, completely disregarding Ye Fan.
With their mortal eyes, they couldn’t possibly discern Ye Fan’s cultivation, assuming he was just an ordinary person.
Ye Fan smiled slightly, discreetly laying down a layer of defense in front of the old man. Sun Shaobao’s kick seemed to hit the old man’s knee, but in reality, it didn’t touch him at all, leaving Sun Shaobao in pain.
"This old bastard, his bones are really hard. Beat him, beat this old bastard to death." Sun Shaobao sneered, commanding his evil slaves to act.
The evil slaves, unaware of the impending doom, each clenched their fists, producing cracking sounds, and stepped towards the old man.
"Grandpa, I’m scared..." Little Wanwan rushed to her grandfather, clutching him tightly.
"Don’t be afraid, Wanwan, don’t be afraid. With Grandpa here, no one can hurt you." The old man, eyes flashing with terror, desperately comforted Little Wanwan.
Just then, Ye Fan stepped forward, standing in front of the old man and Little Wanwan, a faint smile on his lips.
"Benefactor, you must leave quickly; I don’t want to implicate you."
The old man was startled, quickly urging Ye Fan to leave. He knew these people were ruthless.
"This young man may have excellent medical skills, but he may not be a match for these evil slaves!"
"This young man is in trouble now!"
"Being chivalrous is good, but you should act within your means..."
Many onlookers were worried for Ye Fan, except for the cultivators who remained indifferent. From the aura Ye Fan exuded, they knew he was a master, and not just these evil slaves, even they might not be able to defeat him.
"Kid, since you want to be a hero, I’ll grant your wish!"
An evil slave punched towards Ye Fan’s face, the wind whistling and forceful.
If it were an ordinary person, they might not be able to dodge it, but who is Ye Fan?
Even the mightiest heir of the Di Clan was defeated and subdued by him, let alone a few mere mortals.
At the same moment, Ye Fan moved, his eyes shooting out a sharp gleam. With a simple slap, he spun the man like a top, spit out a mouthful of big teeth, and collapsed to the ground, rolling his eyes and passing out.
"This guy is tough, everyone, attack together!"
One of the evil slaves shouted as he charged forward, yet his fate was exactly the same as the previous one, getting slapped by Ye Fan and spinning a few times, half his face swollen to a pig’s head.
"Damn it, you’re tired of living, daring to hit my men?"
Sun Shaobao hadn’t realized he had provoked someone he shouldn’t have, stepping forward to slap Ye Fan in the face.
His speed wasn’t fast, intending to humiliate Ye Fan in front of everyone. With a brother studying in the Immortal Academy, he was fearless.
"Smack!"
Ye Fan swung his hand, with a "smack," slapping Sun Shaobao sideways, sending him flying, crashing into the table behind selling meat, a spray of blood arching three to four meters. He struggled to get up, spitting out seven or eight big teeth.
"Kill this bastard for me!"
Sun Shaobao was furious, his handsome face nearly twisted, his eyes almost spitting fire.
Even though these evil slaves didn’t expect Ye Fan to be a cultivator, they still felt he wasn’t someone to mess with. Helplessly, their master had ordered them, so they had no choice but to fight for their lives.
"Slap, slap, slap, slap..."
Ye Fan swung his hands, delivering slaps left and right, harshly smacking their faces until they cried out in agony, their mouths full of broken teeth.
This was the result of Ye Fan controlling his strength. Otherwise, with his power, even without using divine power, a single slap could have smashed their heads.
"Ah..."
"It hurts like hell!"
"Bastard, how dare you hit us."
These people were slapped around by Ye Fan, rolling on the ground, screaming in pain.
"Kid, my brother is Sun Li, a disciple of the Immortal Academy. If you dare hit me, I’ll have my brother kill you!" Sun Shaobao shouted, his anger mixed with fear.
He had long seen that Ye Fan was a rascal who cared for no one’s background, hitting first and talking later.
"I’m so scared!"
Ye Fan sneered contemptuously, focusing on him. In no time, Sun Shaobao’s cheeks were swollen, and it was impossible to tell how many slaps he had received, with almost all his teeth knocked out.
Ye Fan didn’t spare the other evil slaves either, kicking them around like they were soccer balls, causing them to roll on the ground, howling in agony like they had been skinned alive, screaming like pigs being slaughtered.
Initially, they threw threats at Ye Fan, but eventually, they understood that this man was not afraid of threats and hit them even harder.
"Help!"
"He’s going to kill us!"
They were left crying and screaming, brutally beaten by Ye Fan to the point of being unrecognizable, yet no one dared to step forward.
At this moment, a middle-aged man, dressed like a cultivator, stepped forward and said to Ye Fan, "Brother, there’s no need for such extreme measures. Why do you have to go this far?"
Ye Fan nodded and said, "You are right, these scum are a waste of resources while alive, better they die clean."
As he spoke, Ye Fan put more strength into his foot, kicking one thug’s head until it exploded, blood and brains spraying out, scaring the remaining ones and Sun Shaobao so much that they wet themselves.
"Don’t kill me, don’t kill me..."
Sun Shaobao was paralyzed with fear, begging for mercy.
The cultivator frowned, intending for Ye Fan to stop. Unexpectedly, Ye Fan decisively acted as an assassin.
"They’re just ordinary people. Why go to such lengths?" The cultivator stood in front of Ye Fan, speaking solemnly.
"Ordinary people can still be good or bad, and bad guys should die. Otherwise, good people will suffer, don’t you think?"
Ye Fan looked at the middle-aged cultivator with a faint smile.
"This Sun Shaobao’s brother and I have some connection. Can you spare him this once for my sake?" the middle-aged cultivator asked.
"Who do you think you are, deserving my mercy?"
Before Ye Fan could reply, the Bai Yan wolf interrupted, causing many people to flee in panic.
"Wolf demon!"
"It’s a monster!"
A group of ordinary people quickly ran away, even Little Wanwan and the old man were stunned, never expecting the wolf that stole their buns could talk.
"Where did this wolf demon come from..."
The middle-aged cultivator was furious. Before he could finish speaking, his face suddenly changed, scrutinizing Ye Fan again, cautiously saying, "Could it be that you are..."
He had already guessed the answer in his heart, but didn’t dare say it out loud because the answer was too shocking. If it were true, he had provoked a colossus!
"Yes, it’s me!"
Ye Fan also knew the other had guessed his identity from the Bai Yan wolf, and didn’t deny it, nodding in acknowledgment.
"I didn’t say anything. Please forgive my earlier rudeness..."
The middle-aged cultivator’s face turned pale, and he hurriedly left.
Ye Fan’s reputation had spread across the Five Domains, having even killed Zhou Zhaolong, the strongest heir of the Zhou Family. His cultivation was nothing compared to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan allowed the middle-aged cultivator to leave without chasing him, then walked forward, kicking each of the remaining evil slaves to death.
"Show mercy!"
As Ye Fan approached Sun Shaobao, a voice came from not far away, and a chubby middle-aged man squeezed through the crowd crazily.
Judging by his appearance, this man bore a strong resemblance to Sun Shaobao. Undoubtedly, Sun Shaobao’s father had come.
Thunk!
Ye Fan sneered coldly, kicking Sun Shaobao’s head to pieces, the blood bursting out like fireworks!
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PS: An extra Chapter will be added tonight at 11 PM~
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