183: Chapter 183 Wang Teng: You are Ye Fan?

Three years after the arrival of the Golden Age, the Prodigies of the Big Dipper Astral Region had grown enough to shake a region.

The Peak of the Dragon Transformation Realm and Half-step Great Power—Realms that once took centuries to reach—were now being stepped upon by these youths in their early twenties.

Conflicts between the regions grew increasingly intense, and on this boiling land, a name from the Northern Plains began to appear frequently in people's conversations.

Wang Teng.

The Young Clan Chief of the Wang Family of the Northern Plains, claimed to be the Reincarnation of an Ancient Emperor, known as the Northern Emperor.

His legendary experiences had already spread far and wide before the arrival of the Golden Age—at age five, he danced with Flood Dragons in a deep pool; at seven, he entered the Ancient God Lake in the Northern Region alone and obtained a Golden Ancient Chariot; at nine, he entered Ancient Emperor Mountain and brought out a Desolate Era Divine Talisman and the Heavenly Emperor Holy Sword; at twelve, he fell into the Divine Phoenix Cave and obtained Immortal Divine Phoenix Blood.

All these incredible experiences made countless people marvel: if he did not become an Emperor, it would be a disservice to his experiences; even if a massive upheaval occurred, at worst, he would be an existence comparable to an Ancient Saint.

After the arrival of the Golden Age, Wang Teng's cultivation skyrocketed, reaching the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm, a Half-step Great Power, in just three short years.

This speed was among the very top in the entire Big Dipper Astral Region. His fame spread across all regions, and he was named alongside Ji Zi of the Ji Family, Ye Fan, and others as the most dazzling young Prodigies of the current age.

But Wang Teng was not satisfied with being "named alongside" others. He saw himself as a Young Great Emperor, believing he was the sole protagonist of this era. As the son of the Void Realm Great Emperor, Ji Zi was barely worthy of sharing fame with him. As for that Ancient Desolate Saint Body Ye Fan? Just a Loose Cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm—how could he be compared to him?

On this day, people from the Wang Family of the Northern Plains appeared in the Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland.

The cause was Wang Teng's younger brother, Wang Chong.

Although Wang Chong was not as exceptionally gifted as his Elder brother, he relied on the power of the Wang Family and Wang Teng's reputation to act lawlessly in the Northern Plains, where no one dared provoke him. Coming to the Southern Region this time, he still carried that arrogant and overbearing attitude.

He heard that there was someone named Ye Fan in the Ji Family of the Eastern Wasteland who dared to be named alongside his brother, which made him extremely dissatisfied.

"A Loose Cultivator in the Dragon Transformation Realm is worthy of being named alongside my brother?" Wang Chong said loudly in a tavern. "My brother is the Reincarnation of an Ancient Emperor, a Half-step Great Power of the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm. What kind of thing is that Ye Fan?"

The people in the tavern were angry but didn't dare to speak. Seeing that no one dared to respond, Wang Chong became even more arrogant, starting to disparage Ye Fan without restraint, even involving the Ji Family.

"The Ji Family is the same, taking in just anyone. An unknown Loose Cultivator is worthy of being a Guest Elder of the Ji Family? The Void Realm Great Emperor's face has been completely lost."

These words happened to be heard by Ye Fan, who was passing by.

Ye Fan was originally just passing through, preparing to go to a Marketplace near the Ji Family to buy some Cultivate Materials. Hearing someone loudly discussing his name in the tavern, he stopped and listened to a few sentences. When he heard the other party disparaging the Ji Family, his brow furrowed.

He walked into the tavern.

Wang Chong was sitting in the most conspicuous position in the center of the hall, surrounded by several attendants from the Wang Family.

He was in his early twenties, and his face bore some resemblance to Wang Teng's, but his temperament was completely different—Wang Teng was arrogant and conceited, while Wang Chong was overbearing and domineering, with a kind of nouveau riche brashness.

"Are you Wang Chong?" Ye Fan stood before him, his voice calm.

Wang Chong looked up at him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "Who are you?"

"Ye Fan."

Wang Chong froze for a moment, then laughed. That smile was full of irony. "So you are that Ye Fan. What, you don't like what I said?"

Ye Fan looked at him without speaking.

Wang Chong stood up and looked Ye Fan up and down, the disdain in his eyes deepening. "Ninth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm, not bad. But compared to my brother, you're far off. My brother is a Half-step Great Power of the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm, what kind of thing are you? Worthy of being named alongside him?"

"Whether we are named together or not isn't for me to say, nor is it for you to say," Ye Fan's voice remained calm.

Wang Chong's face darkened. "Are you lecturing me?"

"I'm just stating facts."

Wang Chong laughed out of extreme anger. "What a 'fact'. Today, I want to see just how much weight you, the Ancient Desolate Saint Body who is named alongside my brother, actually carry."

As his voice fell, he struck out with a palm.

Wang Chong's cultivation was around the Fifth Transformation of the Dragon Transformation Realm, which was considered decent among the younger generation.

But in front of Ye Fan, this bit of cultivation was not enough. Ye Fan didn't even move; he just raised his hand and lightly waved it, neutralizing Wang Chong's palm force.

Wang Chong's expression changed. He hadn't expected Ye Fan to neutralize his attack so easily.

"You—"

"Did your brother never teach you to keep a low profile when you're away from home?" Ye Fan looked at him, his voice still calm.

Wang Chong's face turned beet red. Growing up, relying on his brother's name, he had never suffered such humiliation. He roared and struck again. This time, he used his full strength, his body glowing brightly as he struck with a palm carrying sharp killing intent.

Ye Fan shook his head. He took a step forward, instantly appearing in front of Wang Chong, and threw a punch.

"Bang!"

Wang Chong was sent flying, crashing through the back wall of the tavern and landing heavily on the street. Blood sprayed from his mouth, his face was pale, and his eyes were full of disbelief.

"You... you dare to hit me?"

Ye Fan walked out of the tavern and stood before him. "What's wrong with hitting you? You disparaged me first and struck first; I'm just fighting back."

Wang Chong struggled to stand up, his eyes full of resentment. "You wait, my brother will not let you off!"

Ye Fan looked at him, said nothing, and turned to leave.

The news quickly spread through the Ji Family and the Eastern Wasteland.

Wang Teng's younger brother was beaten by Ye Fan. This matter was neither big nor small, but everyone knew that with Wang Teng's personality, this matter would not end peacefully.

Sure enough, three days later, Wang Teng arrived.

He rode a Golden Ancient Chariot, flying in from the horizon. The chariot was entirely golden, emitting an ancient and majestic aura—it was the treasure he had obtained from the Ancient God Lake in the Northern Region at age seven.

Wherever the chariot passed, the Void Realm trembled, and the Dao resonated. Countless Cultivators looked up, their faces full of awe.

Wang Teng stood on the chariot, hands behind his back.

His face was handsome, but his brow carried an innate arrogance. He was surrounded by a faint glow—the aura of the First Heaven of the Sendai Realm, the pressure of a Half-step Great Power.

He came directly to the gates of the Ji Family.

"Ye Fan, come out."

His voice was not loud, yet it spread throughout the entire Ji Family. The voice carried an unquestionable authority, as if an emperor were summoning a subject.

Everyone in the Ji Family was alarmed. The Holy Lord of the Ji Family, the Elders, and the Disciples all walked out, looking at the Golden Ancient Chariot outside the gate and the young man upon it.

Ye Fan walked out from the Ji Family. He stood before the gate, looking at Wang Teng on the chariot, his expression calm.

"You are Wang Teng?"

Wang Teng looked down at him, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes. "You are Ye Fan?"