Xi He’s cultivation level surpasses Ye Fan’s, which means that if she chose to perish together with Ye Fan now, she could achieve it.

If she had a way to break the Blood Oath, she could even kill Ye Fan without suffering any consequences. However, this possibility is extremely slim because Ye Fan controls her cultivation properties. In the ancient cultivator’s system, a Blood Oath is an exceedingly terrifying power, which Xi He is unable to dissolve.

"Ye Fan, is she also an ancient cultivator?" asked Ming Ye Shangren.

"She is Xi He, the ancient Sun Goddess. The Pure Yang Spiritual Energy within her is purer than mine. However, now she is merely my servant!" Ye Fan replied.

Ming Ye Shangren felt an astonishment from deep within, while the three female disciples of the Da Han Sect beside him found it incredible.

Xi He’s expression remained indifferent as she asked, "Why doesn’t the master return to the secret realm of Pan Gu? Is it because the master cannot enter due to the loss of elemental power?"

"Since you know, why ask me? I am currently looking for the whereabouts of Zhao Jun and Min Shang; they are imprisoned by the woman beside me!" Ye Fan scrutinized Ming Ye Shangren.

Ming Ye Shangren suddenly felt a sense of crisis. In the next second, her body was drawn toward Xi He. She felt like a puppet, gripped in Xi He’s hands as Xi He yelled sternly, "You imprisoned the mistress and the master’s confidante, yet you have the audacity to be here. I will tear you apart... Tell me, where are they?"

"Ye Fan, you coward!" Ming Ye Shangren cursed, "Are you using a woman’s power to deal with me now? I see it clearly; you have no ability to confront me and rely on a woman’s power. What kind of man are you?"

With each question directed at Ye Fan, Xi He tormented her. By the end, Ming Ye Shangren was on the brink of death, discarded on the ground by Xi He. Xi He said coldly, "Master, the slave couldn’t extract any information from her!"

Ye Fan looked at Xi He and said, "Xi He, are you trying to show off your power to me now?"

"The slave has no such intention; the slave simply wanted to help the master discover the whereabouts of the mistress and Miss Min Shang. Why would the master think the slave is showing off?" Xi He’s demeanor was very cold; she sensed Ye Fan’s distrust. At this moment, she indeed had ulterior motives; she had been searching for Ye Fan not to assist him but to completely control him.

Although there was a Blood Oath binding her to Ye Fan, as long as she didn’t kill Ye Fan and kept control over Ye Fan’s hold on her cultivation properties, she wouldn’t be killed by Ye Fan. She could even use tormenting Ye Fan as a means to make him obey her.

Unfortunately, Ye Fan was already prepared for this and wouldn’t let her succeed.

Ye Fan said, "I cannot return to the secret realm of Pan Gu for the time being, and I must remain on Earth. Subsequently, adversaries might come for me, so you’ll return to the secret realm of Pan Gu and summon Sang Yuan, don’t alarm anyone else!"

"Should the slave stay and protect the master’s safety?" Xi He asked.

"You don’t need to worry about my safety. Right now, besides Nuwa, no one can kill me. Even the Yellow Emperor and Xian Nu are no match for me," Ye Fan said, "Even if Nuwa truly came, you are no match for her. Whether you stay is of little significance! Go, bring Sang Yuan; I have matters to discuss with her."

Xi He said, "Master, the person who previously harmed you was a clone of Nuwa. The slave has already captured her. Shall I bring her to you for interrogation?"

Ye Fan thought for a moment and said, "Very well. I also previously imprisoned another clone of Nuwa within the secret realm of Pan Gu; bring them together. I want them to realize how heartless their creator is, using them as puppets without their slightest awareness!"

"Yes, master, the slave will go now!" Xi He turned and left.

Once that immense pressure vanished, Ming Ye Shangren still couldn’t get up from the ground, while Song Mei, Bing Xuan, and Bing Ting felt as if they had crawled out of hell.

Song Mei said, "Is that Sun Goddess truly so powerful? Just standing there makes the entire space feel distorted by her?"

"Your Da Han Sect people have always been like frogs in a well. Explaining too much is futile. You’d better think about how to ascend. As for ancient cultivators... that height is beyond your reach, so don’t bother!" Ye Fan finished speaking and sat down cross-legged again to cultivate his power.

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...

After Xi He left, it took less than an hour for her to return. Besides bringing Sang Yuan, she also brought two Nuwa clones. The two Nuwa were imprisoned within small spaces and were unaware of the outside situation.

The first Nuwa, the one Ye Fan had previously imprisoned, emerged from her space, still unclear about her surroundings. She exclaimed, "Ye Fan, what are you trying to do? If you want to kill me, do it early. What’s the point of imprisoning me?"

"Let me go, Xi He, I created you, and you dare to imprison me with such audacity?" came the voice of the other Nuwa.

When the two Nuwas faced each other, they both saw the astonishment in each other’s eyes. They had no clue how to deal with someone with identical cultivation to themselves. They felt as if they were looking in a mirror, and the reflection held an almost frightening power—a power they considered the strongest life force—now strangely mastered by someone else.

Ye Fan said, "Two Nuwa goddesses, long time no see. Both of you tried to kill me but, in the end, couldn’t succeed and ended up as my prisoners. My prison welcomes your arrival!"

The second Nuwa glared at Ye Fan angrily, "You’re still alive? How is that possible?"

Ye Fan smiled at Nuwa, stepping closer and gently stroking her cheek, saying, "I enjoyed your kind, although I only used simple means to appreciate your charm. But afterward, I won’t spare you... Nuwa, to be precise, you’re merely a clone of Nuwa. Your cultivation has spanned hundreds of thousands of years, comparable to that of ancient cultivators. Yet, regrettably... in the end, you are merely a puppet!"

"Nonsense, continue talking, and I’ll kill you, believe it or not?" Nuwa threatened.

Ye Fan shook his head with a smile, "If you could kill me, you wouldn’t have plotted against me. Tell me, who was the woman you used on that day? Why did I sense an unusual kinship from her?"