A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 2338 Who Are You

Following Duanmu Wan'er's reminder, Ye Fan began cautiously launching an attack on the soul remnant in the puppet.

As expected, his spiritual energy was insufficient to do any damage to the soul remnant at first.

But it was okay, for as Duanmu Wan'er said, one could accomplish incredible feats with determination and perseverance.

He continuously channeled his spiritual energy to erode the strength of the soul remnant bit by bit.

Of course, his spiritual energy also needed to recover.

Often, he would take a short break after a period of time.

Once his spiritual energy had recovered to a certain extent, he continued launching attacks on the soul remnant.

That persisted until no one could tell how long he had been battling with that wisp of soul remnant.

At last, the soul remnant's power gradually diminished before their eyes until it finally shattered with a loud bang.

“Now's the time, Ye Fan! Use your spiritual energy to refine the two puppets!”

The black and white puppets that were initially struggling suddenly went motionless.

It was at that moment that Duanmu Wan'er realized that Ye Fan had succeeded.

In her joy, she immediately urged the man to strike while the iron was hot by quickly refining the puppets.

“Okay!” Ye Fan replied.

At once, he unleashed his spiritual energy and injected it into the limbs and bodies of the puppets. On top of that, he condensed a spiritual mark similar to that of their previous master in their minds.

When he had done all that, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, it was as though all strength had been drained out of him. He collapsed onto the ground and panted heavily.

“I'm exhausted. Finally, it's all done,” he lamented.

Following a thought from him, Millenary Threads disappeared into nothingness.

The two puppets rushed to the man's side like bodyguards before dropping to their knees before him with a thud.

The only thing left was to call him their master.

“Hahaha... I've done it!”

Ye Fan gently patted the heads of the two puppets. Instantly, a sense of accomplishment welled up within him. It was as though he was looking at his own two sons.

“Congratulations, Ye Fan! You've succeeded.” Duanmu Wan'er stepped forward and congratulated him.

In response, Ye Fan laughed joyfully. “Haha... It's all thanks to you, Wan'er. If it weren't for you, I would never have two extra helpers! With these two precious sons as my right and left hand, I can traverse the world freely without fearing anything!”

He was inexorably happy.

Although the two puppets only had a few moves they used repeatedly, their strength was incredibly formidable. Each punch and kick they delivered carried an overwhelming force of nature.

More importantly, they were immortal.

When he encountered any danger in the future, he could totally rely on them to take the hit for him.

In fact, when the crisis of the Universe Tree came in the future, he might just be able to put up a fight with the aid of the two puppets.

“From now on, you two shall follow me. Your name is Coal, while your name is Snow. Remember them, for they're your names!”

Looking at the puppets kneeling before him, Ye Fan gave them names while grinning away.

Perhaps, they couldn't understand his words.

But that was fine since he had already refined the two large puppets.

They were in perfect harmony with him and could grasp his meaning with just a thought.

In response to his words, the two puppets nodded in acceptance.

“All right, lead the way ahead, Coal and Snow. Bring us into the palace!”

Ye Fan waved a hand.

As a man, it was only natural for him to face danger head-on.

Coal and Snow were both exceedingly obedient, striding forward with a steady rhythm and paving the way ahead.

Meanwhile, Ye Fan and Duanmu Wan'er followed behind them.

Even with Coal and Snow paving the way ahead, Ye Fan dared not slack off.

After all, it was a celestial palace left by the celestials.

No one knew the kinds of danger they might encounter next.

“Hold on to me tightly, Wan'er,” Ye Fan instructed.

He scanned his eyes all around, highly wary deep within.

But surprisingly, everything was incredibly smooth throughout it all.

Even after entering the palace ahead, they did not encounter any further danger.

“How strange. We really got into the palace so easily? It seems that the previous owner of this celestial palace was quite a decent person.”

With a joyful smile, Ye Fan stepped into the palace alongside Duanmu Wan'er.

The palace was not as opulent and magnificent as they had imagined.

Instead, it was surprisingly bare.

It would be no exaggeration to say that the space was completely empty.

However, a figure indeed stood at the very heart of the palace.

The towering figure stood tall like a giant in his prime.

A sword piercing the heavens ran through his chest.

Yet, no signs of pain showed on the person's face.

On the contrary, his expression remained as calm as ever.

Ye Fan was instantly startled.

“How... How could there be someone here? Is he alive or dead?”

Just as he stepped forward in plans of finding out what was going on, he locked eyes with the figure.

When that happened, he abruptly felt like millions of sword intents swept in like a tsunami and bombarded his entire sea of consciousness.

Buzz!

At that moment, he felt a buzzing in his head. Everything turned muddled, and his mind went completely blank.

I'm doomed.

That was his final thought.

Only at the last moment did he realize the reason the journey had been so smooth all along.

It was because to true masters, there was absolutely no need to set any traps or ploys.

A single thought left behind after thousands of years carried immense power within it, enough to obliterate one's physical and spiritual existence.

Just like right then, the spiritual attack was potent enough to shatter Ye Fan's spirit and soul, reducing him to a mere shell of a man.

However, no one noticed the jade pendant he wore suddenly lighting up with a green glow when his mind was under attack and plunged into chaos.

Immediately after, an extraordinarily majestic and grand silhouette quietly emerged.

It was as majestic as a mountain, standing above the horizon, with the Sword of Yunyang in hand.

“Who dares to harm a descendant of Yunyang? Leave at once!”

Boom!

A wave of consciousness suddenly burst forth.

As if following a divine decree, the figure that initially stood in the palace suddenly collapsed with a thunderous crash.

A moment later, Ye Fan abruptly snapped back to his senses.

“W-What's going on? What happened?”

His head throbbed painfully, and he cradled it in his hands.

His thoughts seemed to have short-circuited.

“Are you okay, Ye Fan? This was all my fault. I shouldn't have brought you in here rashly. I initially thought there wouldn't be much danger in this celestial palace after so many years. Furthermore, with Coal and Snow protecting us, I assumed we would have been relatively safe. But I was wrong. I overlooked a spiritual attack. While the bodies of those from the celestial realm may decay, their souls live on forever. Their intense murderous intent alone is enough to shatter the souls of mortals.”

Filled with self-reproach, Duanmu Wan'er hugged Ye Fan and unexpectedly began to sob.

Just now, she truly believed that she was about to lose him.

Fortunately, the man snapped back to his senses.

It was only then that Ye Fan remembered something.

Indeed, he recalled feeling a suffocating sensation of death the moment before he plunged into confusion.

“Was it him?”

He again glanced at the figure that had fallen.

His body had withered away, and the sword that pierced his body had also rusted.

It was hard to believe that the dead body decaying for millions of years almost killed him with just one look.

“Who exactly is this man? Could he be the master of this celestial palace?”

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At that exact moment, the dead body suddenly fell apart.

It transformed into thousands of light orbs.

Subsequently, a faint silhouette condensed in the palace.

It was burly with thick eyebrows and sharp eyes, exuding extraordinary valor.

However, as it looked at Ye Fan, there was a hint of fear in its gaze.

“A descendant of Yunyang. Who would have thought that you're his descendant?”

The silhouette trembled as it suddenly began to speak.

Ye Fan and Duanmu Wan'er were both startled.

“W-Who are you?” Ye Fan asked apprehensively.