Chapter 11: Wang Li Witnesses Ye Fan’s Power
As the kiss between Wang Li and Xia Qingwu lingered in the air, a moment suspended in time, their connection deepened with each passing heartbeat. Eventually, reality intruded, and Xia Qingwu broke the embrace, her gaze lingering on Wang Li with a mix of emotions.
Wang Li returned her gaze, his heart a tumultuous whirlwind of conflicting feelings. He watched as Xia Qingwu boarded the Flying Ship, her departure marking the beginning of a new chapter in their intertwined destinies.
With a silent resolve, Wang Li turned his attention to the task at hand. Retrieving his communication talisman, he swiftly composed a message to a trusted member of the Crimson Bear Gang, a key ally in his plan to thwart Ye Fan’s machinations.
The member, a close confidant of the gang’s Vice Leader, received Wang Li’s urgent missive with a sense of foreboding. He wasted no time relaying the message to his superiors, the gravity of the situation evident in his tone.
The Vice Leader wasted no time in relaying the urgent message to their Leader, his voice ringing with urgency as he outlined the situation. With a steely resolve, the Leader rose to his feet, his eyes ablaze with righteous fury.
“Ye Fan dares to show his face in Meigu Town?” the Leader thundered, his voice echoing through the cavernous chamber. “Gather your weapons, my comrades! Today, we confront our sworn enemy!”
The call to arms was met with resounding cheers, the clang of swords and the trill of battle cries filling the air. With practiced precision, the members of the Crimson Bear Gang mounted their Flying Swords, their resolve unwavering as they prepared to face their nemesis head-on.
As they streaked through the sky toward Meigu Town, their determination was palpable, each member fueled by a burning desire for vengeance.
Meanwhile, oblivious to the impending confrontation, Ye Fan mingled with the crowds outside the Dong Family’s Auction House, his expression one of mild interest as he engaged in conversation with curious onlookers.
“So, you were there on the day of the auction?” Ye Fan inquired, his tone casual as he leaned in closer to a nearby cultivator. “Tell me, what was the atmosphere like when those two mysterious individuals appeared?”
The cultivator nodded eagerly, his eyes alight with excitement as he recounted the events of that fateful day. “It was madness, I tell you! Everyone was stunned when those two cultivators showed up out of nowhere and told us to break the Slave Spiritual Imprint to free those women. An individual became really angry and even threatened them, but before he could even finish speaking, he was beheaded by the mysterious woman.”
Ye Fan’s lips curled into a sly smile as he absorbed the tale, his mind whirling with possibilities. “And where did they go afterward?” he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
The cultivator shrugged, his expression nonchalant. “Couldn’t say. We were stuck inside the Auction House until much later,” he replied.
With a nod of thanks, Ye Fan bid the cultivator farewell and continued his stroll through the town, his senses attuned to any disturbances in the air. It was then that he sensed a sudden shift in the atmosphere, a ripple of tension spreading through the streets like wildfire.
Turning his gaze toward the source of the commotion, Ye Fan’s eyes narrowed as he observed the arrival of a group of cultivators adorned in the unmistakable garb of the Crimson Bear Gang. At their helm stood a formidable figure—Zhao Wuji, the gang’s leader.
A smirk tugged at the corners of Ye Fan’s lips as he met Zhao Wuji’s imposing gaze head-on, his own aura radiating with quiet confidence. Despite the suffocating pressure emanating from Zhao Wuji, Ye Fan remained unruffled, his posture relaxed yet poised for action.
“You’ve got some nerve showing your face in Crimson Bear Gang territory,” Zhao Wuji growled, his voice reverberating with authority.
Ye Fan’s gaze hardened, a glint of defiance flickering in his eyes. “I go where I please,” he retorted coolly, his voice carrying a hint of challenge. “But if you’re itching for a fight, then let’s not waste any more time with idle chatter.”
With a flick of his wrist, Ye Fan drew his sword, the blade gleaming wickedly in the sunlight as he prepared to face off against Zhao Wuji and his gang. The tension in the air crackled with anticipation as the two forces braced for the inevitable clash.
As the tension reached its peak, Ye Fan and Zhao Wuji locked eyes, their gazes burning with determination as they prepared to clash. Surrounding them, the members of the Crimson Bear Gang bristled with anticipation, their weapons at the ready as they awaited their leader’s command.
With a roar, Zhao Wuji charged forward, his aura surging as he unleashed a barrage of powerful martial techniques. “Earth-Shattering Fist!” he bellowed, his fist crashing toward Ye Fan with bone-shattering force.
Ye Fan met the attack head-on, his own martial technique springing to life in response. “Heavenly Gale Sword!” he countered, his sword meeting Zhao Wuji’s fist with a burst of wind energy that sent shockwaves rippling through the air.
As the two clashed, the members of the Crimson Bear Gang surged forward, their weapons glinting menacingly in the sunlight as they unleashed a volley of attacks.
“Thunderbolt Slash!”
“Flaming Inferno Strike!”
“Glacial Frostbite!”
Each member of the gang unleashed their own unique martial techniques, the air crackling with elemental energy as their attacks converged on Ye Fan from all sides.
However, Ye Fan remained unfazed, his Five Elemental Physique and Five Elemental Cultivation Technique granting him unparalleled resilience against their onslaught. With a swift motion, he countered their attacks with a flurry of his own, his movements fluid and precise as he unleashed a storm of elemental power upon his foes.
“Five Elements Whirlwind!”
“Torrential Rainstrike!”
“Quaking Earth Fist!”
With each strike, Ye Fan’s power grew stronger, his elemental energy surging with unstoppable force as he pressed the offensive against the Crimson Bear Gang.
Despite their numbers and their leader’s formidable strength, they found themselves struggling to keep up with Ye Fan’s relentless onslaught.
As the battle raged on, Ye Fan’s confidence soared, his martial prowess unmatched as he danced through the fray with effortless grace.
With each blow, he drove the Crimson Bear Gang back, his determination unyielding as he fought to protect himself and prove his strength to his adversaries.
In the midst of the chaos, Zhao Wuji gritted his teeth, his frustration mounting as he struggled to gain the upper hand against Ye Fan’s relentless assault.
Despite his formidable power, he found himself unable to break through Ye Fan’s defenses, his attacks repelled with ease by the young cultivator’s unmatched skill.
As the battle reached its climax, Ye Fan’s power reached its zenith, his elemental energy surging to new heights as he unleashed a final, devastating blow against his adversaries.
With a mighty roar, he unleashed his ultimate technique through his sword, the “Five Elements Fury,” a whirlwind of elemental energy that engulfed the Crimson Bear Gang in a maelstrom of destruction.
With a thunderous crash, the battle came to an end, the members of the Crimson Bear Gang lying defeated at Ye Fan’s feet. As he surveyed the wreckage of the battlefield, a sense of satisfaction washed over him, his victory a testament to his skill and determination.
As the dust settled from the intense battle, Wang Li and Wang Xiangyi observed the aftermath from a safe distance. Wang Xiangyi’s eyes widened in astonishment at the display of power unleashed by Ye Fan, her expression a mixture of disbelief and concern.
“I didn’t expect him to be that strong,” she murmured, her voice tinged with a hint of uncertainty.
Wang Li placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, offering her a comforting smile. “Strength alone doesn’t make someone invincible,” he replied, his tone confident. “Ye Fan may have power, but he also has weaknesses. And with our determination and strategy, we can overcome him.”
His words seemed to bolster Wang Xiangyi’s spirits, her gaze turning resolute as she nodded in agreement. “You’re right,” she affirmed, her voice steady.
With that, the two of them soared into the sky on their Flying Swords, leaving Meigu Town behind them as they set their sights on their next destination.
As they soared away from Meigu Town on their Flying Swords, Wang Li’s mind drifted back to the unexpected kiss he shared with Xia Qingwu. He couldn’t deny the rush of emotions it stirred within him, but he also couldn’t ignore the practical implications of their encounter. His Yin-Yang Cultivation Ability had activated during the kiss, accelerating the exchange of energy between them.
But amidst the whirlwind of thoughts, a curious question arose in his mind—a question tinged with both curiosity and apprehension.
‘Would the same reaction occur if I shared a kiss with Xiangyi?’ he wondered, his thoughts racing as he stole a glance at his cousin beside him.
