A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 2339 Mundane Sword Deity

However, the person did not respond to Ye Fan's words.

He was still musing to himself, lost in his thoughts. “To think you're a descendant of Yunyang... Who could've thought...”

At first, that silhouette was merely trembling.

However, later on, he suddenly burst into laughter.

“To think the Great Emperor Yunyang hails from the mundane world! Now, his descendant has fallen into my hands. Oh, Great Emperor Yunyang. You dominated the three realms, surpassed all beings, and had me submit to you all my life. Even though I can't do anything to you, you still owe me. Today, I will reclaim it from your descendants!” The silhouette laughed loudly. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

His exhilaration was obvious.

However, it was clear that Ye Fan and the others did not hear what the guy said. As such, they had no idea what he meant.

“Who are you, really? Are you an intruder as well, or are you the master of this celestial palace?” Ye Fan asked in surprise.

“I am the Mundane Sword Deity known as Jian Boyou! You have trespassed my Sword Celestial Palace, a crime worthy of death. Even though I can't kill you under Yunyang's protection, I can still take you as my disciple. In the future, when you meet me, you must bow every three steps and kneel every nine steps to me! You will kneel before me for the rest of your life!” Jian Boyou then laughed.

Perhaps the thought of Great Emperor Yunyang's descendant surrendering at his feet made him feel exhilarated. That made the master of Sword Celestial Palace extremely excited.

When Ye Fan heard those words, his eye twitched uncontrollably. What is with this lunatic? He can't kill me, so he wants to take me as his disciple? Moreover, judging by his tone, it seems he know my ancestor, Chu Yunyang.

That indeed piqued Ye Fan's curiosity, and he immediately asked, “Do you know about my ancestor Yunyang?”

“How could I not know? I've been deeply hurt by him. I yearn to slay him with a sword all my life! I dream about him in every dream. Even if he turns to ashes, I'll still recognize him.” The sword deity roared in anger. Perhaps due to his intense emotional upheaval, his silhouette was trembling.

Upon hearing that, Ye Fan became excited. “Where is my ancestor now? Is he still alive? Can you get in touch with him? Can he come back?”

Ye Fan couldn't help but become anxious. If my ancestor is still alive, won't he be able to solve the crisis on Earth with ease? With ancestor Yunyang's strength, dealing with a Universe Tree will just be a matter of minutes!

However, upon hearing Ye Fan's words, the master of Sword Celestial Palace fell silent for a moment before finally saying, “Your ancestor was a hero. He may still be alive, but honestly, he's no different from being dead. To save the three realms, he has already embarked on the journey of reincarnation. That place is a point of no return. He may have already fallen in battle, with only his soul remnant remaining. Or perhaps he is still alive, forever trapped in the realm of reincarnation. That d*mn Chu Yunyang! If he does not enter the cycle of reincarnation, perhaps I, Jian Boyou, could have another battle with him before my death! What a pity... Though I am a sword deity, I regret that I never had the chance to witness your ancestor wield his mightiest sword before I passed away.” The master of Sword Celestial Palace was filled with regret and resentment as he reminisced.

From Jian Boyu's words, Ye Fan could hear even more of the melancholy and vicissitudes of time.

Duanmu Wan'er giggled foolishly, whispering into Ye Fan's ear. “Ye Fan, it seems this Mundane Sword Deity shares a love-hate relationship with your ancestor.”

However, after a brief moment of reminiscence, the silhouette once again became fierce.

“Cut the cr*p! Your ancestor has made me suffer a great deal. My physical form has perished, and my soul has been damaged. As such, I fear it may be difficult for me to enter the realm of reincarnation to take revenge on your ancestor. However, since you carry his blood, you should also inherit a third of his sins. I now command you to kneel outside my celestial palace for seven days, repenting for your ancestors' sins to me!” The silhouette spoke sternly.

Ye Fan's eye twitched wildly. I can't believe he's saying stuff like that! What does Chu Yunyang's misdeeds have to do with me? Are you bullying someone weaker because you can't defeat me? What a load of bullsh*t!

“Impossible! I, Chu Tianfan, kneel to neither heaven nor earth nor to anyone else! I only kneel to my mother! Even if you are the master of this celestial palace, I am a true saint, and I will never kneel before you!” declined Ye Fan.

He didn't want to kneel before someone he didn't know for seven days when he was a man of great stature.

“You sure are stubborn, brat. What a pity. Though you possess a third of your ancestor's pride, you lack half of his strength. Now that you've fallen into my hands, whether you like it or not, you don't get to choose!” sneered Jian Boyou.

Then, a dense spiritual power, as if tangible, surged toward Ye Fan with the overwhelming force of nature, bearing down on him relentlessly.

Ye Fan's expression changed instantly, his whole body reacting as if struck by a heavy blow.

His knees suddenly buckled.

Even so, Ye Fan continued to persevere through gritted teeth.

He refused to kneel.

Even though I had fallen nearly a thousand years ago, the power of my spirit is not something you, a mundane man, can resist. You're just asking for trouble by acting this way.”

The silhouette spoke faintly. With a sweep of his long sleeve, he unleashed an even more ferocious power on Ye Fan.

Bang!

That time, Ye Fan could no longer resist.

He fell to his knees in an instant!

Ye Fan found himself unable to move, feeling as if a mountain was pressing down on him.

“What do you think, young one? I may not be able to best your ancestor, but do you think I can't dominate you?” Jian Boyou laughed heartily, his laughter echoing throughout the entire Sword Celestial Palace.

At the side, Duanmu Wan'er was watching with a smile, not showing any signs of worry.

She could tell that the master of Sword Celestial Palace held no malice toward Ye Fan. He was merely teasing the latter, even showing a hint of admiration.

Duanmu Wan'er, precisely because she had noticed all those, did not attempt to stop anything earlier.

Instead, she was just standing by, enjoying the spectacle.

Moreover, seeing Ye Fan take a hit for the first time was quite amusing to her.

“Jian Boyou, you old rascal! You can't defeat my ancestor Yunyang, so you come to bully me. What kind of man are you? You're a coward! I look down on you! D*mn it, let me go! Let me go...”

At that moment, Ye Fan was subdued by immense force, capable only of cursing loudly and utterly unable to take any action.

Like that, Ye Fan was indeed made to kneel in front of the grand hall, enduring that pressure for seven days.

Of course, Ye Fan spent seven days in the grand hall, cursing Jian Boyou.

However, Jian Boyou didn't get angry. On the contrary, the more unpleasantly Ye Fan cursed, the happier he became.

It was as if the one kneeling before him was Great Emperor Yunyang, who once dominated the three realms and stood unrivaled among all heroes.

Throughout his life, Jian Boyou had always yearned to surpass Chu Yunyang. He wanted to dominate Chu Yunyang for the rest of his life.

However, he never achieved his goal before he died.

By bullying Ye Fan, he had fulfilled one of his heart's desires!

Seven days later, the oppressive aura on Ye Fan dissipated.

Ye Fan collapsed on the ground, gasping for air heavily.

“You've kneeled before me for seven days on behalf of your ancestor. As such, let's put this millennium-old grudge on hold for now. From now on, consider yourself a disciple of mine. I will pass on to you the Ultimate Sword Technique. However, I have one condition. In the future, you must not claim to be a descendant of Yunyang. You can only say that you are a disciple of Mundane Sword Deity! In that case, when you make a name for yourself across the three realms in the future, people will only praise me. They will say that Mundane Sword Deity has a good disciple, and they won't praise your detestable ancestor Yunyang!”