Chapter 107: Zhang Fang

Chu Han’s attack this time truly startled the old man—his speed was blindingly fast, and the piercing power was extraordinarily strong. His hardened skin proved utterly ineffective, unable to withstand the strike at all.

By now, Chu Han was also feeling drained; the electric spear in his hand vanished as he gasped heavily. Though the move was powerful, it demanded great strength from both hands. At his current level, he could barely manage it, and afterward, his hands tingled numbly, unable to lift.

The elder noticed this weakness immediately. Chu Han, however, clasped his hands behind his back, maintaining a calm and unyielding gaze. Though he could no longer raise his hands, he refused to give up. No matter the circumstances, as long as there was the slightest chance of victory, he would not relent.

“Haha, boy, you are truly impressive. I, the Ancestor Huoyun, have lived so long and this is the first time I’ve seen a junior who can contend with me. How about joining our Reincarnation Valley? I will provide you with all the resources you need to become the world’s top master.”

The Ancestor Huoyun laughed heartily, clearly holding great hopes for Chu Han. This young man was no ordinary fish in a small pond; recruiting him into the sect was worth losing a few elders—and even if Song Tian died at his hands, it was of no consequence.

To a sect, gaining a young talent like Chu Han was invaluable. Perhaps one day he could reach the Inscription Realm, sweeping through the entire Eastern Wilderness.

“Heh, I have no interest in your Reincarnation Valley. We have long been locked in a battle to the death. Come then, I have not yet lost my fighting strength.”

Chu Han sneered coldly, lightning once again crackling around his body. Although his hands were useless, he still had his legs. Without hesitation, he charged forward and delivered a kick.

Yet the effects of the pills within his body had worn off completely. Fatigue surged through him, and with his hands immobilized, his speed plummeted and his strength was severely diminished. The Ancestor Huoyun merely flicked his right hand, and Chu Han was sent flying.

The elder’s face darkened. He knew that if Chu Han refused to join Reincarnation Valley, the youth would become their greatest enemy. If he could not be recruited, then he must be destroyed.

Rushing forward, the Ancestor Huoyun summoned a long blade in his hand, wreathed in blazing red flames. The searing heat made Chu Han’s vision blur; waves of dizziness swept his mind.

Just as the blade descended upon him, a sudden gust struck it. The Ancestor Huoyun was startled, stumbling back several paces as his fiery sword flew from his grasp and clattered to the ground.

“Who dares attack the Ancestor Huoyun? Have you no regard for your life?”

The power of the attack was immense. Though the old man hadn’t paid it much attention, he could feel the overwhelming force.

From the sky descended an elder clad in white robes, hovering slightly through wind-based abilities—not true flight, but enough to drift. Landing before Chu Han, he inspected the youth’s body and, seeing no serious injuries, relaxed somewhat before turning to face the Ancestor Huoyun.

“Ancestor Huoyun, your temper remains fiery as ever. But even if I intervene, what can you do to me? Today I am protecting Chu Han. If you disagree, we can fight.”

The elder snorted coldly, clearly at odds with the fiery old man. His sword gleamed with a crystalline light.

Ancestor Huoyun froze upon seeing him, then took a few cautious steps back. Everyone could tell he had backed down. “Zhang Fang, even you couldn’t handle this. That brat injured our sect leader and caused such chaos in Reincarnation Valley. If I let him go so easily, where’s the face of our valley?”

Chu Han saw that the elder was aiding him, but he remained wary. Who knew what Zhang Fang’s true intentions were? His vigilance was sharp; help always came at a price.

For now, weakened as he was, Chu Han had no choice but to rely on the elder’s rescue. He pulled a pill from his ring and swallowed it. Soon, the medicine’s power began to alleviate some of his exhaustion.

“You old man, don’t you know what your Reincarnation Valley has done to him? If not, go and find out. Your reputation is already ruined. Regardless, I’m taking him with me. If you disagree, come fight—I’m ready anytime.”

Zhang Fang snorted coldly, not wanting to waste words. A fierce wind swept around him, the intense qi signaling that he had nearly stepped into the Dragon Transformation Realm—the peak of the Yang Realm. Ancestor Huoyun was no match.

Indeed, upon sensing Zhang Fang’s power, the Ancestor Huoyun’s expression turned grim. Zhang Fang was nearly at the Dragon Transformation Realm, while he remained merely at the peak of the Yang Realm—a vast gulf between them.

“Very well, since you’ve intervened, I’ll grant you this courtesy. But I hope you protect this boy well. Don’t give me an opportunity, or I swear I will bury him without a trace.”

After a moment’s thought, the Ancestor Huoyun gritted his teeth and let them go. Zhang Fang’s strength was too great; forcing a fight might mean his own death here. Better to live and fight another day. He doubted Zhang Fang could guard Chu Han around the clock.

Zhang Fang nodded and didn’t respond further. Sheathing his sword, he supported Chu Han and exited Reincarnation Valley. As they left, Chu Han glanced back.

“Ancestor Huoyun, I will destroy Reincarnation Valley. Just wait—I won’t let long pass before I make you beg for mercy before me.”

With those words, he followed Zhang Fang away. The Ancestor Huoyun’s face darkened further. It was the first time a junior had threatened him like this—and more importantly, he believed Chu Han’s words. With such talent, that day might come soon.

Riding in a carriage, Chu Han finally spoke. “Senior, we don’t know each other. Why did you save me?”

Zhang Fang laughed heartily. “Haha, it was that girl Leng Ye. When she heard you went to Reincarnation Valley, she sent me to rescue you because the Ancestor Huoyun would surely act. By the way, I am Zhang Fang, sect leader of the Wind God Sect.”

Chu Han suddenly realized—it was that girl Leng Ye. But wasn’t she a disciple of Jiuxian Island? How was she connected to the Wind God Sect? And he had never even heard of this sect before.

Seeing his confusion, Zhang Fang nodded. “I know you haven’t heard of the Wind God Sect. That’s normal. It’s one of the three great sects secretly controlling the Eastern Wilderness. Jiuxian Island is just a branch under us. Leng Ye is my granddaughter.”

Hearing this, Chu Han understood. One of the three great sects controlling the Eastern Wilderness in secret had been revealed. Yet these great sects remained hidden; none openly held power in the Eastern Wilderness.

At the same time, Chu Han felt a pang of guilt toward Leng Ye. After all, he had treated her poorly before, yet she bore no grudge and even called upon her grandfather to save him. With a sigh, he acknowledged another debt owed.