On our wedding day, I castrated my fiancée's white moonlight.

"Shake it!"

Su Wan was extremely anxious, and gave Ye Fan a resentful look: "Xiao Fan, I...sigh..."

He turned and chased after her.

Jiang Yuanshan's face turned extremely ugly, and he also flung his sleeves and left!

Jiang Dapan sneered, "Don't blame the Jiang family for not giving you a chance! The Wang family's wrath is no joke! And the Crimson Chamber of Commerce, can you really withstand it?"

After the Jiang family left, Ye Fan returned to his room.

Hua Nongyu was taking care of her, while Sai Luoli remained asleep.

Ye Fan checked her condition and found that she was fine.

Even if she suffers some minor injuries, with the prescription from the Chaos Space, Sai Luoli will not be left with any scars.

After giving a few instructions to the Hua sisters, Hua Nongyu and Hua Nongyue, Ye Fan went to another room and, with a thought, directly entered the Chaos Space.

Ten-thousand-year-old blood ginseng, eighth-order magical beast crystal core, dragon pearl, nine-colored life and death lotus, lightning-struck divine wood.

There's also a dragon source the size of a goose egg!

"These things can all be copied."

"But they're too precious; if we release them in bulk, someone will definitely notice something's wrong!"

Ye Fan shook his head and picked up a piece of lightning-struck divine wood to play with.

Ye Fan copied them frantically before because the quantity of those items was so large that it wasn't impossible to get his hands on them! If items like the Ten-Thousand-Year Blood Ginseng, the Eighth-Order Magical Beast Crystal Core, and Dragon Source were to appear in large quantities on the market, people would immediately investigate the source!

Ye Fan didn't want to get into trouble.

He's arrogant, but not stupid!

All arrogance is built within a controllable range!

"Oh right, I forgot to throw today."

"Keep throwing! Create more dragon blood for me!"

Ye Fan gave a low shout.

After more than half a month of frantic throwing and refining, Ye Fan's dragon blood has grown from half a bucket to two large vats, each over a meter in diameter.

Even if you really killed a dragon, you might not bleed this much!

"Successful throw, two points."

Om-!

The Heaven and Earth Furnace trembled, and two more vats of dragon blood appeared before Ye Fan.

"Awesome!"

Ye Fan swallowed hard, his eyes burning with fervor: "With so much dragon blood, could we train those three thousand-plus veterans of the Prince's Palace into iron-blooded warriors?"

"Or, train him into a Dragon Blood War God?"

Suddenly, his hand slipped.

A piece of lightning-struck sacred wood fell into a vat of dragon blood.

An unbelievable scene has unfolded!

On this lightning-struck sacred tree, roots actually sprouted and new shoots emerged.

"This...how is this possible!"

Ye Fan exclaimed in surprise.

Just then, Ye Shitian, from the first level of the Chaotic Space, became somewhat excited. His almost transparent divine soul emerged from a stone tablet, and he shouted excitedly, "Disciple! What are you doing? Why do I sense an extremely pure Yin Soul power!"

"Master?"

Ye Fan's heart stirred.

With a single thought, he quickly arrived at the first level of the chaotic space.

He was holding the piece of lightning-struck sacred wood in his hand.

"This is... lightning-struck wood! The purest yin wood in the world, and it has actually sprouted! A glimmer of life has been born from death!" Ye Shitian said excitedly.

"Could it be... that there is a divine will at play?"

"I, Ye Shitian, am not going to die?!?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Fan was extremely excited: "Master, what do you mean?"

Ye Shitian said, "Heavenly lightning is the purest yang power in the world!"

"Only the purest yin wood can survive a lightning strike! It becomes lightning-struck wood! Lightning-struck wood is originally an extremely yin and lifeless object, but it has revived... it has even sprouted new shoots. This is a case of being brought to life from the brink of death, making it an excellent material for crafting the Soul-Nourishing Stele!"

"If this lightning-struck wood can be used to erect a monument for me in this chaotic space, and my soul can reside within it, perhaps one day I can be resurrected!"

After listening to what he said...

Ye Fan was completely excited: "Master, is it true?"

"You can be resurrected now?"

"Just a legend!" Ye Shitian shook his head. "Not necessarily."

Ye Fan immediately said, "Master, regardless of whether it's a legend or not, what do you want me to do?"

Ye Shitian said, "Just carve my name, Ye Shitian, on this lightning-struck wood."

"good!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Ye Fan took out a dagger made of Gengjin metal.

On the lightning-struck wood, the five large characters "Tomb of Ye Shitian" were carved crookedly.

"Master, is it ready?"

"The handwriting is a bit ugly, but it's usable."

Before Ye Shitian's divine soul ascended, it directly entered the lightning-struck wood.

The next second, he felt comfortable all over, and even the power of his soul became stronger.

Ye Fan added, "Master, this lightning-struck wood only took root and sprouted after it touched the dragon's blood."

"I'll try watering it with dragon's blood again. If things don't look right, you should come out immediately."

"it is good."

Ye Fan flicked his fingertip, drawing a drop of dragon blood onto the lightning-struck wood. The dragon blood instantly seeped into the wood's grain.

"hiss--!"

Ye Shitian gasped.

Ye Fan asked anxiously, "Master, what's wrong? Is your soul feeling unwell?"

"No...it's just too comfortable."

"what?"

"Hahaha! I know! Lightning-struck wood is extremely yin! Dragon blood is extremely yang! After the lightning-struck wood and dragon blood are fused, the yin and yang forces harmonize with each other, which is why life is born!" Ye Shitian laughed.

"Really? I have plenty of dragon blood!"

Ye Fan, being wealthy and powerful, rushed directly to the fourth level of the Chaos Space.

They brought down a large vat of dragon blood and planted the entire piece of lightning-struck wood directly in the dragon blood.

Ye Shitian was speechless for a moment: "Disciple... so much dragon blood? Isn't that too wasteful?"

Ye Fan grinned: "Hehe, Master, we don't have anything else, but dragon blood is plentiful!"

Immediately.

Ye Fan seemed to have thought of something else!

With a casual grasp, he took out a bead the size of a goose egg, inside which a blood dragon, like a loach, throbbed with life.

"Hiss... Dragon Source?"

Ye Shitian was greatly surprised: "Disciple, where did you get this?!"

Ye Fan chuckled, "Master, this was cut from a rough stone. Can it be used to nourish the soul?"

Ye Shitian's soul shook his head: "Dragon Source is different from Dragon Blood. It is essence, which can be used to refine medicine or absorbed directly."

"Or... expand your martial meridians! Disciple, you can use this to expand your martial meridians!"

Meanwhile, outside the World's Number One Auction House, a group of servants on patrol were suddenly struck by the sound of a tile exploding.

"Who is it?"

A group of people rushed over very quickly.

A white figure flashed and leaped onto the high wall.

The crowd glanced at it and exclaimed, "Oh, it's just a white cat! In the middle of the night, even a kitten knows that our No. 1 Auction House made a fortune today, so much so that it attracted mice..."

The patrolling servants smiled and continued their patrol!

A ruthless glint flashed in the white cat's eyes!

She moved nimbly, leaping quickly across the rooftops. Along the way, she encountered several elderly men patrolling the rooftops. These elderly men did not react when they saw the white cat, letting her pass through and enter the courtyard deep inside the World's Number One Auction House.

"It wasn't him..."

"This one isn't his either..."

The white cat spoke in human language, its eyes growing even colder in the moonlight.

Finally, in a corner room, they saw a young man sitting cross-legged on the bed, meditating.

"Meow~ Meow~ Meow~~"

The white cat meowed a few times, and after confirming that Ye Fan did not react, it...

Silently slipping through the window, a flash of light appeared, and she transformed into a girl in a white dress, holding a long sword that she thrust directly at Ye Fan's throat!

"You lecherous scoundrel! Die!"

Just as the longsword was about to pierce Ye Fan's throat!

Awooo—!

Ye Fan suddenly opened his eyes, a violent, bloodthirsty aura flashing across his face!

"This is... Ah! No—!"