Chapter 136: The Nine-Spirit Immortal Outcast Used as a Gu Insect

Outside the city of East Sea, in a desolate burial ground.

Ye Fan did not know how long he had been unconscious before he slowly stirred to wakefulness. As he took in his surroundings, a wave of agonizing pain surged through his body, confirming that everything from the previous night had been real. His goddess had been snatched away, and he had been humiliated and beaten. As the dignified Son of the Yaoguang Holy Land, his reputation lay in ruins.

"Chu Feng, I will kill you!"

"Hiss."

The roar triggered his injuries, causing him to gasp in sharp pain.

"Oh? To think there is still a living soul here."

At that moment, a sinister, terrifying voice echoed through the air. A shroud of black mist quickly descended, thick with the stench of blood and the aura of death, as if this burial ground were the intruder's own backyard.

Ten seconds later, the black mist parted to reveal its form. A figure cloaked in black robes, his face obscured, stood before Ye Fan. The black-robed man’s eyes brightened, and he let out a grating, cackling laugh.

"It is actually one of the legendary supreme constitutions—the Heavenly Hegemon Body! If I can refine and devour it, my aptitude will surely skyrocket. Hahaha! If I recall correctly, the Heavenly Hegemon Body should only belong to the Son of Yaoguang. Tell me, boy, are you the Son of Yaoguang himself?"

The moment the figure appeared, Ye Fan’s nerves tensed, filled with wariness. He spoke with a stern expression, "Since you know I am the Son of Yaoguang, get out of here at once."

"Tell me to get out?" The black-robed man roared with laughter, then struck out with a palm.

Ye Fan was sent flying like a scarecrow, crashing hard into the ground and vomiting blood.

The man sneered, "What are you worth to command me? So what if you are the Son of Yaoguang? Since I have encountered you, you shall become my nourishment. Obediently surrender the primordial power of your Heavenly Hegemon Body, and I might just spare your life, letting you linger on like a dog. Otherwise, I will scatter your soul so you may never be reincarnated."

"You dare!" Ye Fan bellowed.

The black-robed man scoffed, "Son of Yaoguang, what makes you think there is anything I dare not do? Besides, if I kill you, who would ever know? Now, die!"

With a wave of his hand, a powerful suction force erupted from the man. He was swathed in increasingly dense black energy; the very void around him seemed to be devoured by the darkness. Space, essence, flora, and all surrounding matter crumbled into nothingness.

Ye Fan, like a puppet on strings, was pulled helplessly toward the figure. His throat was seized in a crushing grip.

Yet, at this critical moment, Ye Fan’s demeanor shifted. Instead of fear, he burst into laughter.

"Zhao Feiyang, not bad. You have cultivated the Star-Sucking Demonic Arts to quite an impressive level. You have truly given me a magnificent surprise."

The black-robed man, who had been frantically draining Ye Fan’s essence, faltered. He frowned, "What are you babbling about? Who is Zhao Feiyang? I have no idea what you mean."

Ye Fan shook his head, "The grandson of the current Sect Master of the Nine Spirits Sect, known as the 'Immortal Descended to Earth,' Zhao Feiyang—could I possibly be mistaken? The Nine Spirits Sect is a first-class power, second only to my Yaoguang Holy Land. Its Sect Master is ranked sixth on the Heavenly Rankings, a pinnacle Tribulation-stage Lord, his Nine Spirits Art unparalleled throughout history.

"And you, Zhao Feiyang, were born ordinary, a mortal constitution. Yet, as the only grandson of the Nine Spirits Lord, you were showered with resources from childhood in hopes of elevating your aptitude. Before the age of eighteen, your talent was mediocre; despite the endless treasures, you were merely a high-grade spirit body at the eighth layer of Qi Refining. But that year, a mysterious expert found you and taught you the Star-Sucking Demonic Arts, a technique left behind by the ancient Immortal Emperor. Once mastered, it allows one to seize the origin of others to build a supreme foundation. Since then, you have hidden yourself, killing everywhere you go. In just three hundred years, you transformed from a piece of trash into the most outstanding disciple of the Nine Spirits Sect, hailed as an immortal, with a cultivation base that has reached the Integration stage.

"Tell me, Zhao Feiyang, am I right?"

Upon hearing these words, the black-robed man could no longer remain calm. He threw open his robes, revealing a handsome face. He was dressed in white as snow, with black hair cascading over his shoulders, surrounded by swirling black mist. A star-shaped mark glowed on his forehead, making him look like a peerless demonic god.

If anyone knew him, they would instantly recognize him. He was indeed the Nine Spirits Immortal, Zhao Feiyang. However, unlike the public perception of the Nine Spirits Immortal—who had white hair and a divine glow—the man before him shared the same face but possessed an entirely different, menacing aura.

Zhao Feiyang stared coldly at Ye Fan and said, "How did you identify me? Since you have, you must die all the more."

"Hahahaha!" Faced with Zhao Feiyang’s threats and disdain, Ye Fan did not show a hint of fear. Instead, he laughed mockingly, "Zhao Feiyang, are you not curious how I came to know every detail of your life?"

Zhao Feiyang froze, looking at Ye Fan in disbelief as he roared, "Speak! How are you so familiar with my history? What have you done to me?"

"Hahaha!" Ye Fan laughed, "What is this? Now that we are here, do you finally suspect something? That’s right—I did do something to you. Because you, Zhao Feiyang, are nothing more than a puppet I have been raising."

A sense of ominous dread washed over Zhao Feiyang. With a twisted expression, he shouted, "Ye Fan, what do you mean? What kind of puppet?"

Ye Fan laughed, "Coming here today is truly timely. My cultivation was destroyed, my Heavenly Hegemon Body ruined, and I thought my life was over, that I was destined to be a cripple. But then you appeared. Truly, the heavens have not forsaken me. Chu Feng, you just wait—I, Ye Fan, will be coming for my revenge soon.

"As for you, Zhao Feiyang, let me tell you why. That mysterious man who appeared when you were eighteen was someone I sent. I saw your potential, your status, and the humiliation you suffered. I knew that if someone offered you hope then, you would cling to it with your life.

"And you did exactly as expected. With my help, you soared to the heavens and never looked back. In a few hundred years, your cultivation even surpassed mine. To cultivate the Star-Sucking Demonic Arts, you committed countless atrocities, and untold numbers of heaven-gifted geniuses died by your hand. Naturally, you also harvested their essence, turning a waste like you into a peerless sacred body, earning the title of the Nine Spirits Immortal.

"Now, all of this belongs to me."

Zhao Feiyang’s brows locked together. Clearly struggling to believe Ye Fan, he scoffed, "Ye Fan, I have no idea what you are rambling about, but I only know one thing: you are about to die."