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

Ye Fan's voice was cold: "How's everyone's training going lately?"

Wang Danian grinned: "Boss! Dragon blood is just too overpowered!"

"My brothers, after soaking in dragon's blood for half a month and drinking dragon's blood-infused water for half a month, are all full of energy! Their physical strength is so great that they can fight a bison with their bare hands. It's terrifying! Absolutely terrifying..."

Ye Fan's lips twitched: "Don't fucking exaggerate!"

"Now, it's your turn!"

Wang Danian roared, "Yes! Chief, is this what you say we should do?"

Ye Fan finished arranging everything

"Okay...okay! Okay!"

Wang Danian said "good" three times in a row.

The two simultaneously put away their communication talismans.

More than two hundred miles away from the divine city, in a desolate valley rarely visited by people.

More than three thousand strong men have been here for the past two weeks. These men spend their days bathing and training in the valley. At night, they howl like ghosts. The leader is a one-armed man who claims to be the Grand Elder of the Aotian Gang.

Ordinary people in the vicinity thought they were a gang of robbers and dared not approach.

"Brothers, get ready!"

"Your Highness... ugh! The time has come when the leader needs us!"

"I'm willing to go through fire and water for my leader!"

……

Evil Wind Valley.

As evening fell, the sun began to set.

A few vultures perched on several dead old trees, tilting their heads and staring in the direction of the valley entrance.

At the mouth of the valley, a black horse stopped.

Ye Fan dismounted without hesitation and stepped directly into the Valley of Evil Winds!

The deeper you go, the narrow strip of sky above your head becomes, like a long knife hanging overhead. The stench grows stronger and stronger, with a faint hint of blood mixed in!

"Young Master Ye left in such a hurry! I thought I'd have to wait another two hours!"

Ye Fan stopped in his tracks.

Thirty feet ahead, a gaunt old man, wearing a faded gray robe, was playing with a string of prayer beads in his hand.

Upon seeing Ye Fan, the old man grinned, revealing several missing teeth: "It seems the news of your mother has truly left you bewildered, otherwise why would you dare to come to Evil Wind Valley alone?"

Ye Fan's expression remained calm: "Was the information about my mother a decoy?"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

"Ye Fan, you're not entirely stupid! Too bad, it's too late!"

Two people emerged from the crack in the rocks on the left!

Three people emerged from the crevice in the rocks on the right!

Two figures descended from the sky from the direction of the valley entrance behind them!

Including the gaunt old man, there were eight people in total, all of whom were Martial Venerables, slowly approaching Ye Fan.

"Are you all murderous people?"

Ye Fan's gaze was low as he noticed that each of the people who had come out had a heartless black lotus embroidered on their chests!

The gaunt old man chuckled, "This humble monk is the Third Elder of the Crimson Merchant Guild, my Dharma name is Du'e!"

"And these other few are the real killers!"

Ye Fan frowned: "The Crimson Merchant Guild has monks?"

"Hahaha! A monk?"

Behind Du'e, a middle-aged man with a face full of scars laughed loudly: "This old bald monk has at least eight hundred, if not a thousand, lives on his hands, more than any of us assassins have killed. You call him a monk?"

Du'e wasn't annoyed, still smiling: "How many people have I killed? How can I compare to Young Master Ye!"

"Tens of millions of souls perished on Fusang Island, and over two million people in the Great Zhou Dynasty's capital, all died under the red-coated cannons!"

"Compared to Young Master Ye, I'm considered kind!"

Ye Fan smiled and nodded: "You're making me sound like a devil!"

"Whether you're a devil or not, Young Master Ye will go to hell today!" Du'e, looking completely confident in Ye Fan's abilities, gently turned the prayer beads in his hand. "Young Master Ye, which holy land do you have backing? Tell me, and perhaps I can grant you a quick death!"

Ye Fan looked at the group with amusement: "What if I don't tell you?"

"hehe!"

Du'e narrowed his eyes: "It seems you don't have any holy land backing you at all! Otherwise, why didn't you use it to save your life at this critical moment?"

"Enough talk, take it!"

Du'e said no more and gave an order.

The seven Martial Venerables of the Heavenly Slaughter Organization walked step by step toward Ye Fan!

"well……"

Suddenly, Ye Fan sighed, and the seven people were so frightened that they stepped back.

"Hahaha! Am I that scary? Surely not!"

A scarred man, enraged, yelled, "Ye Fan! Stop playing the devil!"

He, a dignified third-level Martial Venerable, was actually frightened by a sigh!

"We've been studying you for a long time! All you're good for is your red cannon? Ordinary gunpowder doesn't have that kind of power! You were probably just filled with dust from a monster's crystal core inside!"

"A single magical beast core is worth at least several thousand to tens of thousands of spirit stones! Your net worth is truly unfathomable!"

"pity!"

The scarred man shook his head, his eyes sharp: "Within a ten-mile radius of Evil Wind Valley, eighty scouts from Heavenly Slaughter conducted a thorough search four times, turning over every inch of soil!"

"Besides, this valley is all rock; there's simply no place to dig a hole and bury artillery shells!"

"Our spies are everywhere within a hundred miles! There's no one else around except you and us! Ye Fan, without those shells, you're dead today!"

Seven Heavenly Slaughter Martial Venerables blocked all of Ye Fan's escape routes, pressing him relentlessly!

Ye Fan laughed: "Who says shells have to be buried underground?"

"Let the shells fly for a while!"

Du'e's smile froze!

The scarred man's pupils contracted: "What did you say?"

"Want to fly for a while?"

Du'e and the eight scarred men simultaneously looked up at the sky, only to see a large number of black packages falling from the heavens! Above these black packages was a strange floating object that was able to maintain a constant speed of descent!

"This is called a parachute!"

"In our world, this thing can be used to airdrop supplies!"

"By the way, these packages are all filled with Red-Coated Artillery Shells!"

Ye Fan grinned.

Boom!Boom!thump...

Dozens, even hundreds, of packages landed precisely in the valley. When Du'e and the scarred man saw them, they were immediately terrified! Under the fishing net, the packages indeed contained black, red-coated artillery shells, gleaming eerily in the setting sun!

"You... Ye Fan... Young Master Ye! Let's talk this out!" Du'e's expression changed drastically.

The scarred man and the other seven Heavenly Slaughter Martial Venerables instinctively retreated.

Cold sweat poured down my forehead!

They all knew how terrifying the red-coated cannonballs were!

Once it explodes, even a Martial Venerable would have a hard time surviving!

"Where are your communication talismans?"

"What?"

Du'e and his scarred colleague were taken aback.

Ye Fan shouted, "Bring out the communication talismans that connect you to your superiors!"

The scarred man frowned: "What do you want?"

Ye Fan didn't bother with any nonsense. He walked directly to an airdrop package, took out a shell, lit the fuse, and threw it out!

boom--! ! !

A deafening roar!

Flames tens of meters high burned! Terrifying explosions echoed through the valley!

At the entrance to Evil Wind Valley, a slender figure stopped in her tracks. A look of shock flashed in her beautiful eyes beneath her night-cloaked veil: "Oh no! Ye Fan is in danger!"