162: Chapter 162 Ye Fan Joins the Ji Family

"Let's go. You have been in a coma for three days, and there are people waiting for you outside."

Ye Fan hurriedly followed.

The two walked out of the stone chamber, and outside was an open space deep within the Undying Mountain.

Ye Fan looked around, seeing only swirling mist and towering peaks; he could not tell exactly where this place was.

The Ancient Kirin Emperor stopped his steps and turned to look at him.

"I will send you back to the Ji Family."

Ye Fan was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask something, but the Ancient Kirin Emperor had already waved his hand.

A gentle force enveloped Ye Fan, and his whole body rose into the air as the scenery around him flew backward rapidly.

By the time he regained his senses, he was already standing above the Ji Family.

The night wind blew past, and the Ji Family below was brightly lit, like a city that never sleeps.

Ye Fan stared blankly at all of this, then looked beside him—that middle-aged Senior was already gone.

In the Void Realm, only an ancient, simple mirror floated quietly.

The void mirror.

Ye Fan looked at it and was silent for a moment.

He knew that his ability to survive, his ability to reach the fifth level of the Dao Palace, and the protection of that essence blood were all inseparable from the existence behind this mirror.

But who were those existences? Why did they help him? He had no idea.

He bowed deeply toward the void mirror.

"Thank you."

He knew that those who helped him might not hear this expression of gratitude, but he had to say it.

The void mirror trembled slightly, as if in response.

Then, a silver light shot out from the mirror's surface, enveloping Ye Fan.

The next moment, he appeared inside the great hall of the Ji Family.

Inside the great hall, it was brightly lit.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family sat in the main seat, Ji Haoyue stood to one side, Ji Yanzhi sat in a side seat, and Ji Ziyue sat on the other side.

There were also over a dozen Elders arranged on both sides, and the atmosphere was solemn and serious.

Ye Fan suddenly appeared in the center of the great hall, and everyone was stunned for a moment.

Then, the void mirror emerged from the Void Realm and slowly floated into the great hall.

All eyes were focused on that ancient, simple mirror.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family stood up subconsciously, and those Elders also stood up one after another, paying their respects to the void mirror with their gaze.

But this time, no one knelt—because the void mirror did not release any pressure; it was just floating quietly.

It floated past everyone, and then—it stopped in front of Ji Ziyue.

Ji Ziyue was stunned.

She looked at the ancient, simple mirror in front of her, looked at her own blank face reflected on the mirror's surface, and had absolutely no idea what was happening.

The void mirror swayed slightly in front of her.

Once. Twice. Three times.

Ji Ziyue was completely bewildered, turning her head to look at the Holy Lord, then at her father, and then at her brother.

Everyone was watching her, their eyes filled with shock and confusion.

"It... what is it doing?" Ji Ziyue asked in a low voice.

The great hall was silent, and no one could answer her.

Just then, the Holy Lord of the Ji Family suddenly spoke, his voice trembling slightly.

"Ziyue, the void mirror wants you to hold it."

Ji Ziyue was stunned.

"Huh?"

The Holy Lord repeated, "The void mirror is asking you to hold it."

Ji Ziyue finally reacted, hurriedly stretching out her hands to carefully hold the void mirror.

The moment her fingertips touched the mirror's surface—a vast and ancient power surged out from the mirror, flowing along her arms and into her body.

Ji Ziyue's body trembled slightly, and her eyes became empty, as if she had been possessed by something.

Then, she spoke.

That voice was not Ji Ziyue's voice.

It was cold and majestic, carrying an unquestionable pressure, as if it came from the ancient past, from the end of time.

"Ye Fan."

The gaze of Ji Ziyue—no, it was the void mirror—fell upon Ye Fan.

Ye Fan shuddered and subconsciously straightened his body.

"From today on, Ye Fan joins the Ji Family. He shall enjoy all the resources of the position of the Holy Son of the Ji Family."

Once these words were spoken, the whole hall was in an uproar.

Resources of the Holy Son? That was the top-tier treatment of the Ji Family, equal to Ji Haoyue!

"Everyone, you are not allowed to ask about Ye Fan's origin, nor are you allowed to investigate."

The voice continued, every word like a heavy hammer striking the heart of everyone present.

"Those who violate this—will be expelled from the Ji Family. In serious cases, they will be killed."

Inside the great hall, there was deathly silence.

Those Elders looked at each other, but no one dared to speak out in opposition.

Because the one saying this was not Ji Ziyue, but the void mirror—the Ji Family's imperial weapon of the extreme dao, the supreme treasure left behind by the Void Emperor.

It had this qualification.

It had this power.

Its will was the will of the Ji Family.

The voice of the void mirror continued: "Ye Fan, if you need any help in the future, you can tell the Ji Family. The Ji Family will do everything to assist you."

Its tone softened slightly.

"When you need me, you can also call me."

As the words fell, the void mirror floated gently from Ji Ziyue's hands and stayed in front of her for a moment.

Then, it turned into a silver light and disappeared from the great hall.

The silver light dissipated, and the great hall was quiet.

Ji Ziyue regained her senses, looked down at her hands, then looked in the direction where the void mirror had disappeared, her face full of confusion.

"Just now... what just happened?" She asked in a low voice, but no one answered her.

All eyes were focused on Ye Fan.

The eyes of those Elders were complex—there was shock, confusion, scrutiny, and a hint of awe.

They did not know the background of this young man, but the fact that the void mirror had personally spoken to endorse him was enough.

Ji Haoyue looked at Ye Fan, was silent for a moment, and then the corners of his mouth lifted slightly.

"Ye Fan, it seems we will be fellow disciples from now on."

His tone was calm, carrying a hint of approval.

Ye Fan regained his senses and bowed to Ji Haoyue with cupped hands.

"Brother Ji, please take care of me in the future."

Ji Haoyue nodded.

The Holy Lord of the Ji Family slowly sat back in the main seat, his gaze lingering on Ye Fan for a long time.

Then, he spoke: "Ye Fan, since the void mirror has made such an arrangement, my Ji Family will naturally comply. From today on, you are a Guest Elder Saint of my Ji Family. Your treatment will be the same as Haoyue's, and you will not be subject to any restrictions."

Ye Fan hurriedly bowed.

"Thank you, Holy Lord."

The Holy Lord waved his hand and then looked at everyone present.

"Today's events must not be spread. Those who violate this will be dealt with as the void mirror stated."

"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.

The Holy Lord nodded and left.

Those Elders also dispersed one after another, but as each one left, they couldn't help but take a few more looks at Ye Fan.

What exactly was this young man's background?

Inside the great hall, only Ye Fan, Ji Haoyue, Ji Yanzhi, and Ji Ziyue remained.

Ji Ziyue ran up to Ye Fan and looked him up and down.

"Ye Fan, who exactly are you? Why is the void mirror so good to you?"

Ye Fan helplessly spread his hands.

"I don't know either."

He really didn't know.

Ji Ziyue obviously didn't believe him, but she didn't press for an answer either.

She just snorted and put her hands on her hips.

"Hmph, fine, don't tell me then. Anyway, you are in the Ji Family now, you can't run away."

Ye Fan looked at her appearance and couldn't help but laugh.

Ji Haoyue stepped forward and patted Ye Fan on the shoulder.

"Ye Fan, welcome to the Ji Family."

Ye Fan looked at him and nodded solemnly.

"Thank you, Brother Ji."

The two looked at each other and both laughed.

Ji Yanzhi stood to the side, watching this scene, a smile of gratification appearing on the corners of his mouth.

He didn't say anything, just turned and left, leaving the space for these young people.

Outside the great hall, the night wind blew, and the moonlight was like water.

Ji Ziyue was chattering about something, Ji Haoyue occasionally interjected a few words, and Ye Fan listened quietly, occasionally responding with a few words.