Chapter 4 Yan Jingyun's Mischief

It turned out there were already rumors circulating in the market that Zhao Hu only managed to become this steward not just because he had achieved the Qi Refining Realm, First Level, but also because he offered up his treasured chrysanthemum flowers to his superior.

Ye Fan originally just treated it as gossip, but seeing Zhao Hu's reaction today, it was likely true.

"You, you, you... You're courting death! Today, I will cripple you!"

As Zhao Hu spoke, he suddenly struck out, his fist wrapped in Spiritual Qi smashing forward like a sandbag.

Although his cultivation was only at the Qi Refining Realm, First Level, dealing with an ordinary person like Ye Fan, who had no cultivation whatsoever, was like chopping vegetables.

If this punch landed, Ye Fan's life would be over.

But just as Zhao Hu's fist swung out, Ye Fan's attack struck first, slamming a heavy punch into his ugly face.

Even though Ye Fan had been careful with his force, he was still unaccustomed to using the power of the Qi Refining Realm, Seventh Level for the first time.

This punch landed like a sledgehammer; Zhao Hu's yellow teeth mixed with blood flew everywhere, causing him to shriek like a slaughtered pig from the pain.

Everything happened too suddenly; Zhao Hu didn't even have time to process why this good-for-nothing could knock him down.

"Ah... You... You brat dare to rebel... You dare to hit me... You are dead..."

Although he was rolling on the ground in agony, Zhao Hu did not forget to hurl threats, but what happened next was completely beyond his expectations.

Ye Fan stomped his foot onto Zhao Hu's thigh; with a crisp snap, the bone was directly fractured!

This stomp caused Zhao Hu to nearly pass out from the pain, and he lost all his previous arrogance.

He quickly begged Ye Fan to spare him; the speed at which his expression changed was truly a unique skill.

"Tell me, did Yan Jingyun send you to kill me?"

Ye Fan's single sentence revealed the secret. Zhao Hu was stunned and frantically shook his head like a rattle drum, insisting that the matter had nothing to do with Yan Jingyun.

"No connection? Alright then."

As Ye Fan spoke, he stomped and broke Zhao Hu's other leg, causing him to be tortured to the point of death. His ruthlessness was completely different from before.

Ye Fan did not believe that Zhao Hu would seek trouble with him for no reason.

After thinking it over, the only possibility was that Yan Jingyun was behind it.

Given his status on Profound Spirit Peak, ordering a small Utility Disciple steward around was far too easy.

If this incident today had nothing to do with Yan Jingyun, he would never believe it.

The only thing Ye Fan hadn't expected was that this fellow would make a move so quickly.

Ye Fan woke Zhao Hu up by splashing him with cold water. This time, he didn't need to force anything out of him; the man surnamed Zhao confessed everything.

The facts were exactly as Ye Fan had guessed: it was indeed Yan Jingyun who paid fifty Spirit Stones to have Zhao Hu kill Ye Fan to vent his anger.

"Fifty Spirit Stones? My life is truly cheap."

Ye Fan laughed self-deprecatingly, ignoring Zhao Hu's desperate pleas, and stomped on his chest, crushing his internal organs.

Looking at Zhao Hu's eyes that refused to close in death, the fear Ye Fan had suppressed for a long time erupted. He felt a churning in his stomach and couldn't help but retch violently.

Because it was the first time he had killed someone, Ye Fan had some degree of stress reaction.

Fortunately, his mind was mature enough, and he quickly regained his composure.

The reason Ye Fan dared to kill Zhao Hu was very simple.

There were tens of thousands of Utility Disciples in the Joyous Union Sect; no one would care about the life or death of these people.

The same was true for Zhao Hu, this so-called steward.

As long as Ye Fan's actions were clean enough, no one would suspect Zhao Hu was killed; they would only assume he couldn't stand the Sect's rules and fled.

However, this incident served as a reminder to Ye Fan: he was still just a Utility Disciple.

If he didn't want to disappear just as vaguely, he needed to find other ways.

Ye Fan casually set a small fire, burning Zhao Hu's corpse beyond recognition, and then simply buried him in the medicinal field to serve as nourishment.

"His body fat can be considered put to good use."

After finishing these tasks, Ye Fan turned over the medicinal field again, satisfied only when he confirmed no traces remained.

Although Ye Fan now possessed the strength of the Qi Refining Realm, Seventh Level, he did not want to expose it for the time being.

After all, having been a good-for-nothing for so many years, suddenly possessing such immense power would inevitably arouse suspicion from the observant.

Before having sufficient self-preservation strength, Ye Fan did not plan to reveal himself; honestly relying on others for support was also a good option.

Speaking of relying on others, Ye Fan suddenly remembered something, and the smile on his lips became hard to suppress.

"I almost forgot about this matter."

Dao Companions could apply to live together. As long as he lived with Murong Wan, it would not be easy for Yan Jingyun to make a move against him.

Besides this, his status as a Utility Disciple also needed to change; he needed to become at least a formal Outer Sect Disciple to have an extra layer of security.

In truth, Ye Fan was not worried about Yan Jingyun, but about the Yan Family behind him.

To the current Ye Fan, that was a colossal power possessing Core Formation Realm Cultivators guarding it.

Before he could grow stronger, it was better to keep a low profile as much as possible.

Ye Fan thought of this and prepared to go meet Murong Wan to discuss living together, and perhaps see if he could secure another reward.

As for how to get her to agree to this matter, Ye Fan needed to think carefully.

"One doesn't strike a smiling face; bringing a gift will definitely not be wrong."

Just as Ye Fan was about to go to the market to buy some things, he ran into Lin Lei, who was beaming with excitement, as soon as he stepped out the door.

"Ye Fan, big news! Have you heard?!"

"That ice-cold beauty Murong Wan, that Prodigy from Profound Spirit Peak, actually designated a good-for-nothing as her Dao Companion!"

"I heard that guy is a pretty boy who lives off women, I wonder if it's true or not."

Lin Lei looked like he was about to burst out laughing, completely failing to notice Ye Fan's speechless expression.

"..."

Lin Lei was laughing so hard tears were almost coming out. After a while, he noticed Ye Fan's strange expression and suddenly seemed to understand something.

"It couldn't be such a coincidence..."

"You unfilial son, that good-for-nothing is your father, me."

Ye Fan kicked Lin Lei irritably, only then did he snap back to his senses.

"Holy crap... It really is you... I was wondering when our Joyous Union Sect got another good-for-nothing..."

"Do you want to experience fatherly love again?!"

"Stop, stop, it's all a misunderstanding!"

Lin Lei quickly waved his hands, then turned to congratulate Ye Fan.

"Ye Fan, you really struck gold this time. That's Murong Wan, the Prodigy Disciple of Profound Spirit Peak. You won't have to worry for the rest of your life."

Lin Lei teased.

"I'll take your auspicious words."

Ye Fan couldn't help but roll his eyes at him and asked why this fellow had run back when he should be in the bridal chamber.

"It ended so quickly? That won't do for you. Should I teach you a couple of moves?"

Lin Lei's face instantly flushed the color of pig liver, and he stammered, unable to speak fluently.

"Get lost. Even if it's the bridal chamber, it's supposed to be at night."

"I came back this time to pack some things, and secondly, I wanted you to come to Qingzhu Peak with me."

"But now it seems unnecessary; you should be moving to Profound Spirit Peak right away, right?"

Looking at Lin Lei's serious expression, Ye Fan couldn't help but tease him.

"They all say once you have a wife, you forget your father. My good son is truly different."