Chapter 445: Setting Out to Shroud the Heavens

Qingxiamen can truly be called a malignant tumor.

In the Northern Region, there are many such malignant-tumor sects.

Ye Fan has already advanced to the Palace Secret Realm, preparing to root out sects like Qingxiamen one by one.

As for Fang Yu, he decided to head out as well, to see if he could pick up any more treasures.

After all, the Lihuo Sect, which stood alongside Qingxiamen, actually possessed a Lihuo Divine Furnace once used by a Great Emperor — the matter itself was quite mysterious; what if here at Qingxiamen he came across some Great Emperor's jade pendant, or a place where a Quasi-Emperor had cultivated, that was also possible.

"Little Ye Zi, we're really going to wipe out a sect like Qingxiamen? Wiping them out is fine, but I'm a little excited. We've only been cultivating for how many years now."

"Yeah, we're actually going to wipe out a sect?"

Accompanying Ye Fan on this trip were not only Pang Bo, but also two youths — one called Lei Bo, one called Wang Shu — who had once followed Ye Fan out to gamble on stone sources, but after seeing a few stones, their bloodlines awakened.

These two did not possess ordinary bloodlines; after awakening, their divine power flowed like water — not merely strong in the ordinary sense, but a revival of primordial bloodlines, a gift from the heavens.

Very quickly, they cultivated to a realm comparable to the Divine Bridge — truly rapid progress.

This time, Ye Fan led these two youths, together with Fang Yu and Pang Bo, heading to Qingxiamen.

"We only punish the ringleaders; the rest are spared. I want to establish a sect, and Qingxiamen is a ready-made foundation."

Ye Fan spoke.

"We're actually going to become founders of a sect!"

"Establishing a sect is fine too."

Fang Yu smiled, striding out with great steps.

With a single thought, he wrapped everyone up and stepped away directly.

In less than a few breaths' time, he had led the group to arrive before a green oasis.

Here stood eighteen green mountains soaring aloft, wreathed in light mist; each peak had a thousand-foot waterfall cascading down, sending up sheets of thin spray, with green waters winding around the mountains — this place was lush and beautiful.

Springs gurgled, flowers bloomed in riotous profusion, adding a breath of life and a touch of liveliness to this beautiful land.

"Brother Fang, at such speed, you've already arrived at Qingxiamen…"

A look of shock appeared on Ye Fan's face.

"Brother Fang, this traveling speed of yours is simply too terrifying."