Chapter 1005: Chapter 1001: Two Nascent Souls

“The elder sister might have been triggered by her demonic nature. With her massive slaughter, these people will hold Aunt Rong accountable,” Ye Fan said.

The impersonated Tantai Wanrong, however, showed a nonchalant face: “If everyone is dead, who would know it was me?”

Li Zhaojun said, “Ye Fan, how can we stop the elder sister?”

“It seems we need to act together. As long as we can prevent the elder sister from causing slaughter, it’s best to reason with her instead of using violence,” Ye Fan suggested, gesturing for Li Zhaojun and Min Shang to move over. Joining their forces, although unable to fight against someone like Wu Ding with Body Integration Realm cultivation, they could at least block much of Wu Ding’s spiritual energy, preventing him from turning the surroundings into a graveyard.

“Hu!” During their conversation, the vortex around Wu Ding’s body gradually expanded. The dozen or so experts invited by the Tai Yue Sect were directly attracted by the spiritual energy vortex and were swept into the sky.

“Quick, stop this demoness!”

The dozen Golden Core Stage individuals attempted to attack Wu Ding with their magical swords, but they discovered the vortex before them was gradually turning black, and their consciousness was becoming hazy, primarily about to be swallowed by that blackness.

Ye Fan was also shocked when he saw this. Could it be that the influence of the Evil Spirit Banner had reached such a terrifying level, that just a wisp of black qi could demonize Wu Ding at the Body Integration Realm and make him absorb these people’s souls?

“Attack!”

Ye Fan shouted, gathering the yin-yang mixed spiritual energy of him, Li Zhaojun, and Min Shang, and charged towards the eye of the storm of the spiritual energy vortex surrounding Wu Ding.

The two powerful forces instantly merged, causing the surrounding yellow sand to be loathed, among which many large sandworms hidden in the desert were swept up by the tornado.

“Boom!” Following a deafening sound, Wu Ding leaped high into the sky, while the dozen Golden Core Stage individuals in the storm vortex were directly thrown aside.

These dozen people landed, all injured, with none able to stand.

“Where is he?” Zhu Jingquan looked up at the sky.

Ye Fan shouted, “Aunt Rong, you and the people from the North Sand Sect withdraw, it’s dangerous here!”

“Xiao Fan, I want to be with you,” Tantai Wanrong said firmly.

“Do you want me to be distracted protecting you and get killed?” Ye Fan retorted angrily.

Tantai Wanrong was taken aback, feeling a sense of shame, realizing Ye Fan didn’t need her protection at that moment—she was instead a burden. Thinking this, she hurriedly descended the city tower with Zhu Jingquan and others, fleeing to a distance.

In the sky, Wu Ding’s shadow appeared again, but it was a black shadow; after being demonized, Wu Ding was like a black hole, capable of devouring all surrounding spiritual energy.

This wave of spiritual energy was aimed at Ye Fan, who had caused her harm just moments ago.

“Ye Fan, be careful, Senior Wu Ding no longer recognizes you!” Li Zhaojun reminded.

Ye Fan understood this as well. When beneath the Mingyuan Sect, Wu Ding, though demonized, did not harm him; now Wu Ding recognized no one, even family.

“You two step back, channel the pure yin spiritual energy to me!”

Afraid of the terrifying power of Wu Ding’s move causing harm to Li Zhaojun and Min Shang, Ye Fan, seeing they had no intention of retreating, first sent out two pure yang spiritual energies, pushing the two away. Almost simultaneously, Wu Ding’s black shadow bore down fiercely upon Ye Fan’s head.

“Rumble!”

For a moment, the ground shook, the city’s gate tower of the North Sand Sect was pulverized by Wu Ding’s strike, and a deep pit over a hundred meters appeared on the ground. Of the two fighting, Wu Ding was driven back, spitting a mouthful of blood, the black qi on his face gradually dissipating, while Ye Fan was hit directly into the pit below, buried in sand, his life or death unknown.

“Ye Fan!”

Li Zhaojun and Min Shang, who had been pushed away by Ye Fan at the critical moment, now rushed towards Ye Fan’s previous position, wanting to dig him out from the sandy soil.

Wu Ding stood there, staring at everything before him, murmuring, “What did I just do?”

After a long while, Li Zhaojun finally retrieved Ye Fan’s “corpse.” By then Ye Fan was gravely injured, showing almost no signs of life.

Wu Ding attempted to approach for examination but was blocked by the nearly crazed Tantai Wanrong: “You evil woman, I knew you had no good intentions, you killed Xiao Fan, I’ll fight you!”

Tantai Wanrong’s cultivation was insignificant to Wu Ding. Full of self-blame, Wu Ding didn’t hold it against Tantai Wanrong, instead stepping back a few paces, saying, “Ye Fan’s Nascent Soul within is intact, he’s not dead!”

The words managed to calm Tantai Wanrong a little, and she quickly went to check on Ye Fan, only to discover Ye Fan had no pulse.

“You’re lying, what Nascent Soul, Ye Fan doesn’t even have a heartbeat,” Tantai Wanrong cried.

Li Zhaojun quickly said, “Elder sister, Ye Fan’s Nascent Soul really isn’t destroyed, though why this is, I don’t know…”

At this time, Ye Fan, though injured, was not fatally so. His Nascent Soul was unlike an ordinary cultivator’s; it was forged by the Copper Mirror, creating a new Golden Core by copying his existing one, enabling Cong’er to hatch into the Nascent Soul, allowing Ye Fan to enter the Nascent Soul Stage.

But Ye Fan also still had his Golden Core within him. The Golden Core was severely damaged, but that didn’t mean Ye Fan couldn’t eventually cultivate it fully.

In other words, Ye Fan actually had both a Golden Core and a Nascent Soul within him. That strike merely severed the connection between the Golden Core and Nascent Soul, causing Ye Fan’s life signs to disappear, but he wasn’t actually dead. After entering the Golden Core Stage, with an intact Golden Core and Nascent Soul, one would not die.

Wu Ding finally had a chance to approach Ye Fan. After probing, he said, “Strange, Ye Fan’s Nascent Soul is perfectly good, why does it seem… dead?”

Just as he spoke, Ye Fan suddenly coughed and regained consciousness, spitting out a mouthful of black blood, extremely weak.

Listening to Ye Fan’s heartbeat, Tantai Wanrong was startled, asking, “Xiao Fan, are you trying to scare Aunt Rong? Why… why is your heartbeat gone, are you a ghost?”

Li Zhaojun explained, “Sister, after the Nascent Soul Stage, the original heartbeat may only occur two or three times a minute, which is not enough to affect Ye Fan’s life or death. The body’s energy circulates not with blood but with spiritual energy.”

“I… I’m fine,” Ye Fan spoke.

Wu Ding, distressed, said, “Saying you’re fine, it’s all my fault, I hurt you…”

“Elder sister was also influenced by the Evil Spirit Banner’s demonic qi, it’s not her fault. Zhaojun, help me inside; I need to meditate and heal,” Ye Fan wanted to stand but found he had no strength.

Li Zhaojun and Min Shang each took a side, helping Ye Fan up, allowing him to enjoy the support of two beauties, an embrace from both sides. Unfortunately, with his spiritual energy in chaos, he had no mind to enjoy such warmth. Under Zhu Jingquan’s lead, Ye Fan returned to the palace, finding a private quiet room for healing. Since neither Li Zhaojun nor Min Shang had an intimate relationship with Ye Fan, their pure yin spiritual energy could not guide Ye Fan’s original spiritual energy; therefore, Ye Fan had to heal himself.