151: Chapter 151 Infiltrating the Ji Family

The second round of testing was a combat test.

The method of testing was very simple—everyone had to fight a Yao Beast. The cultivation level of the Yao Beast was equivalent to the tester, and only by defeating it could one pass.

The Yao Beast Ye Fan drew was an Iron-Backed Gray Wolf at the Dao Palace Realm.

The Gray Wolf was massive, its fur like iron, and its fangs sharp. As soon as it was released, it pounced toward Ye Fan.

Ye Fan was unhurried; he sidestepped to avoid it while simultaneously throwing a punch.

The golden fist imprint slammed into the Gray Wolf, sending it flying backward.

The Gray Wolf scrambled up, let out a roar, and pounced again.

This time, Ye Fan did not dodge; instead, he met it head-on.

His fist technique was very simple, without any flashy Moves. But every punch contained the power of the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland and carried an indescribable dominance.

After three punches, the Gray Wolf collapsed and could not get up.

The onlookers let out a gasp of amazement.

The old man in charge of the test glanced at Ye Fan, a hint of approval flashing in his eyes.

"Not bad. Pass."

Ye Fan nodded and walked to the side.

Zhou Ming also passed the test quickly. His fighting style was relatively steady; it took him more than a dozen Moves to defeat his opponent, but he still passed.

The two smiled at each other and walked toward the location of the third round of testing.

The third round of testing was a Heart-Nature test.

This round's testing method was quite special—everyone had to enter a Formation and stay inside for one hour.

That Formation could stir up a person's Heart Demon, letting them see what they feared, craved, and suffered the most. Only those with a firm mind could remain clear-headed after one hour.

The moment Ye Fan stepped into the Formation, the world before his eyes changed instantly.

He stood on a desolate land.

The sky was blood-colored, the ground was scorched black, and in the distance, there was a mountain with a person standing on it.

That person turned around.

Ye Fan was stunned.

It was himself.

No, it was not himself.

That face was identical to his, but the eyes were completely different. In the eyes of that "Ye Fan," there was none of the firmness and stubbornness he was familiar with, only an indescribable exhaustion and relief.

"Ye Fan."

That "him" spoke.

"Do you know who I am?"

Ye Fan did not speak.

That "him" smiled.

The smile was very gentle, very soft, yet it caused an indescribable emotion to well up in Ye Fan's heart.

"I am you."

That "him" said softly.

"Or rather, I am your past life."

Ye Fan's eyes widened slightly.

Past life?

That "him" continued: "You have a name, called Xiao Shitou. You have a younger sister, called Xiao Nannan. You have a teacher, called Chu Tianjiao."

"You lived together, fought together, and guarded this world together."

"Later, you died."

Ye Fan listened, and monstrous waves churned in his heart.

He did not believe it.

This must be an illusion; it was the Heart Demon trying to bewitch him.

Yet the eyes of that "him," the smile of that "him," made it impossible for him not to believe.

"You don't need to be in a hurry to believe."

That "him" said softly.

"When you are strong enough, you will know."

"At that time, you will remember everything."

"Remember Xiao Nannan, remember Chu Tianjiao, remember those years, those events."

"Remember—who you are."

As the voice faded, the figure of that "him" gradually dissipated.

The blood-colored sky vanished, the scorched black earth vanished, and that mountain also vanished.

Ye Fan stood in place, unmoving for a long time.

He did not know how much time had passed.

Perhaps it was a quarter of an hour, perhaps it was an hour.

When he came to his senses, he was already standing outside the Formation.

Zhou Ming was standing beside him, looking at him with surprise.

"Ye Fan? You're out? So fast?"

Ye Fan did not speak.

He just raised his head and looked at the sky.

There, the sun was bright, and the sky was cloudless.

Yet in his heart, countless questions were churning.

Xiao Shitou.

Xiao Nannan.

Chu Tianjiao.

Those names, those faces—

Why did they make his heart surge with such emotion?

Just as Ye Fan was spacing out, the crowd suddenly became boisterous.

"It's the Young Miss of the Ji Family!"

"The Young Miss of the Ji Family is here!"

"Look quickly, look, that's the little princess of the Ji Family!"

The crowd instantly exploded, countless people stood on their tiptoes, stretched their necks, and looked in the same direction. The voices that were originally discussing the assessment results were all suppressed, replaced by gasps of amazement and cheers.

Ye Fan also recovered from his deep thoughts and followed the crowd's gaze to look over.

Then he was stunned.

In the crowd, a young girl was walking over gracefully.

She wore a pale purple long dress, with exquisite cloud patterns embroidered on the hem, and a silk ribbon of the same color tied around her waist, outlining her slender waist perfectly. A head of dark hair hung down like a waterfall, tied gently at the ends with a purple hair ribbon.

Her face was as exquisite as someone from a painting, her skin as fair as snow, her eyebrows like distant mountains containing dark ink, her eyes like autumn waters rippling. Those eyes were extremely lively, as if they could talk, and at this moment, they were looking around with a bit of curiosity.

Ji Ziyue.

Ye Fan recognized her at a glance.

Although a year had passed, although her temperament was more outstanding than before, although she had grown even more beautiful and spirited than a year ago—but that face, those eyes, that mischievous spirit, how could he possibly forget?

A year ago in the Tomb of the Azure Emperor, he had personally subdued this girl.

At that time, she was so angry she stomped her feet, and when she left, she shouted at him: "Ye Fan, I've remembered you! Next time we meet, it won't be so easy for you to run!"

Ye Fan took it as a joke at the time.

But now, looking at her increasingly beautiful face, he suddenly had a bad premonition.

This girl... shouldn't be able to recognize him, right?

He had used a disguise technique to change his appearance.

And a year had already passed; how could she still remember him?

Ye Fan thought this, and his heart settled slightly.

His gaze moved away from Ji Ziyue and landed on the man beside her.

That man had a slender figure, an extraordinarily handsome face, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, a high nose bridge, and radiated an innate nobility. He wore a moon-white robe, a jade pendant hanging at his waist, his steps were calm, and his bearing was extraordinary.

Ji Haoyue.

Ye Fan also recognized him.

Back then outside the Tomb of the Azure Emperor, it was this person who unleashed the void mirror and fought a great battle with Yan Ruyu, who held the chaotic azure lotus. The scene of that battle remained vivid in Ye Fan's memory to this day—the cultivation at the Peak of the Four Poles Secret Realm, the combat power of the Divine Body of the Eastern Wasteland, coupled with the blessing of an imperial weapon of the extreme dao, was simply like a god descending.

At that time, Ye Fan had just stepped into the Wheel Sea Realm, and watching that battle, he only felt it was like looking up at a high mountain.

Now a year later, he had already broken through to the Dao Palace Realm, and it was said that Ji Haoyue was already an expert of the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm.

The gap was still huge.

But Ye Fan was not in a hurry.

He was still young; he had plenty of time to catch up.

The siblings walked through the crowd toward the high platform. Wherever they passed, the crowd automatically made way, and countless people looked at them with awe and admiration.

Ye Fan mingled in the crowd, trying his best to appear inconspicuous.

The siblings walked onto the high platform and sat down in the chairs that had been prepared.