CHAPTER 899: CHAPTER 899: WORTHY OF BEING CHOSEN BY YE LANFENG

Han Yan’s eyes grew moist as she involuntarily thought of her parents far away in Heishi City. Although their situations were different, seeing Aunt Xiu’s love for her son reminded her of her parents’ love for her.

"Aunt Xiu, a single Blood Cleansing Pill might not be enough. I have some elixirs here; you can take them for him," Han Yan offered, selecting some suitable pills for Aunt Xiu.

Since the Mysterious Star Plate’s storage space was unlocked, Han Yan found it much more convenient to carry things around.

"Young Master, how can I accept this? Over the years, you and the lady have already taken great care of me. How can I ask for your elixirs?" Aunt Xiu was overwhelmed, repeatedly declining.

"Yunyun is my sworn sister, so her big brother is my brother too. Aunt Xiu, please don’t refuse anymore," Han Yan insisted, placing the elixirs into Aunt Xiu’s hand without allowing her to decline.

"Young Master, I can never repay your kindness in this lifetime. I will repay you as a cow or horse in the next." Knowing Han Yan’s firm nature, Aunt Xiu, after a few declines, accepted the elixirs with tears in her eyes and spoke gratefully to Han Yan.

"Aunt Xiu, saying that is too distant," Han Yan replied with a smile.

But as she kept smiling, Han Yan’s heart gradually sank—a faint pressure was slowly enveloping her.

If it were someone else, even someone stronger than Han Yan by several levels, they might not notice this pressure. However, Han Yan’s Six Senses were originally superior to that of others at the same level of swordsman. After cultivating the Divine Martial Soul Refining Technique, her spiritual power increased significantly, making her Six Senses several times stronger than a typical Sword Saint, almost instinctively sensing the threat in that pressure.

Although the pressure seemed faint and almost nonexistent on the surface, it enveloped her from all directions, like an impenetrable net trapping her firmly in the center.

Han Yan almost instinctively wanted to bolt, but under the pressure, she felt as if there was nowhere to escape.

Sword Saint! Although she hadn’t seen the person themselves, Han Yan was sure that only a master in the Sword Saint Realm could release such pressure.

Han Yan knew that being targeted by such a master meant she had no chance to escape.

Taking a deep breath, Han Yan forced herself to calm down.

"Aunt Xiu, go ahead and take the elixirs to him," Han Yan said calmly, not wanting to implicate Aunt Xiu.

"It’s getting late; he should be back soon. Maybe I could give them to him tomorrow," Aunt Xiu, unaware of the approaching danger, suggested after thinking for a moment.

"Very well, then you should head back first. I have some matters to attend to, and will return later," Han Yan nodded and said.

Watching Aunt Xiu leave, Han Yan felt completely at peace. Without Aunt Xiu beside her, she wouldn’t be constrained.

"Come out. Don’t you feel ashamed being so sneaky at the level of Sword Saint?" Han Yan said with a calm expression.

Since there was no escaping, there was no choice but to fight with all her might. With this thought of a desperate fight, even knowing the opponent was a master in the Sword Saint Realm, Han Yan wasn’t afraid in the slightest.

"As expected of someone favored by Ye Lanfeng, you are indeed exceptional," a robust young man appeared in front of her as his words fell.

This young man wore all black, and with his robust figure, he exuded an air of imposing dominance with every move. Yet, in his gaze at Han Yan, there was a trace of unexpected surprise.

With his Sword Saint Realm strength, if he intentionally concealed his aura, even another Sword Saint would find it difficult to detect him. Han Yan, merely a First-level Sword Master, was able to sense his presence, which was beyond his expectations.

"You flatter me. If you’re just here to compliment me, then thank you; you can leave, or stay as you please, I will go," Han Yan said with a serene smile, her words carrying a touch of playfulness.

Hearing him mention Ye Lanfeng, Han Yan knew he was no simple character. Although her face was full of smiles, she quietly circulated her Qi in preparation to strike at any moment.

Against such a master, the opportunities to make a move would be rare.

"You have quite the Wishful Abacus, but unfortunately, you’ll be disappointed. Initially, I wanted to see what kind of exceptional person Ye Lanfeng valued so highly. After seeing you, I’ve changed my mind. I wish to invite you to accompany me for a few days," the young man said leisurely as he watched Han Yan.

"Oh, and if I refuse?" Han Yan’s heart sank slightly.

Although the man spoke politely, Han Yan had an intuition that if she followed him, nothing good would come of it.

"Do you think you have a choice?" the young man said arrogantly.

"Perhaps I do?" Han Yan smiled slightly, her figure suddenly moving as she struck a palm towards the young man.

"A mere flicker dares to compete with the sun!" The young man scoffed, seeing Han Yan, a mere First-level Sword Master, daring to strike at a Sword Saint. He casually swept out a palm.

Instantly, winds surged, and a massive palm shadow resembled a tidal wave crashing towards Han Yan. In the face of such overwhelming power, Han Yan’s slender figure seemed as helpless as a small boat in a storm.

This was the gap between a Sword Master and a Sword Saint, a chasm as vast as the heavens!

"Ignorant fool." Watching Han Yan’s frail figure, the young man’s face showed a contemptuous smile.

However, just as he uttered these words, his smile froze slightly.

Han Yan’s figure flickered and disappeared from sight.

His heart suddenly throbbed, sensing an instinctual threat, as if death was imminent.

Since rising to a Sword Master at seventeen, it was the first time he felt this way.

It was almost laughable that with his Sword Saint strength, against a First-level Sword Master, he felt threatened by death. Yet, such was the reality; in an instant, his scalp tingled, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

His focus sharpened to its peak, and his palms struck out consecutively in front of him, releasing overwhelming power.

A low muffled sound from Han Yan was heard as he anticipated Han Yan being gravely injured, if not dead; however, a delicate hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and slapped his face fiercely.

"Slap!" A crisp sound echoed, and his face turned a deep red, almost dripping with blood, not from the slap but from sheer embarrassment and anger.

The esteemed Sword Saint master actually got slapped by a First-level Sword Master, leaving him utterly humiliated, his mind briefly blank.

"Sorry, I didn’t mean it; if you hadn’t moved, I wouldn’t have slapped you," Han Yan awkwardly rubbed her hands, an apologetic expression on her face.

Unintentionally slapping a Sword Saint master, even with her toes, Han Yan could imagine the shadow cast over his heart’s vastness.