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"How dare you, brat? What did you just say?"
"You dare to insult my master? Be careful, or I'll take your life."
Behind Lang Sun Chuan, Hong Junfeng and the other disciples of Lang Sun Chuan stepped forward, their eyes glaring at Ye Fan, ready for a fight.
"I’m the one being reckless?"
Ye Fan let out a cold laugh, his gaze sweeping over Hong Junfeng and the others before finally landing on Lang Sun Chuan. With a smile, he said, "Master Lang, you haven't forgotten what you just said, have you?"
"You... you..."
Lang Sun Chuan's face flushed with anger at Ye Fan's words, but he couldn't utter a single reply.
Wuma Changkong shot a cold glance at Hong Junfeng and the others, his expression stern. "Junfeng, step back."
"Master!" Hong Junfeng exclaimed. He had wanted to deal with Ye Fan earlier but had mistakenly thought Ye Fan was Wuma Xian'er's illegitimate child, which had made him hesitate to act.
Now it seemed that Wuma Xian'er had deliberately misled him.
This brat was disrespecting his master again, providing him with the perfect opportunity to deal with Ye Fan.
"Idiot." Ye Fan glanced at Hong Junfeng in disbelief. Even now, he still couldn't see the situation clearly.
The fact that he could refine a Supreme Spirit Artifact in such a short time was extraordinary. The significance of this achievement was immense; even Hong Junfeng's master, Lang Sun Chuan, as a Master Alchemist, probably couldn't compare to his standing in Wuma Changkong's eyes anymore!
Yet here was Hong Junfeng foolishly threatening his life in front of Wuma Changkong.
Let's not even discuss whether he has the strength; such behavior, one must ask, what else could it be but foolishness?
"Who are you calling a fool?"
Hong Junfeng's eyes flickered with cold light as he suddenly summoned a Spirit Sword. The Flying Sword surged with spiritual energy, erupting in a dazzling Sword Light, exuding a chilling killing intent.
Wuma Changkong's gaze abruptly shifted, landing on Hong Junfeng, and an incomparably terrifying aura pressed down on him in an instant.
A hint of anger lingered on his face.
Feeling the immense pressure radiating from Wuma Changkong, Hong Junfeng's expression changed dramatically, revealing a trace of faint fear in his eyes.
Lang Sun Chuan quickly stepped forward and scolded, "Junfeng, step back!"
"Yes, Master!" Hong Junfeng had already been intimidated by Wuma Changkong's aura; at this moment, he dared not say another word. He respectfully acknowledged and lowered his head to retreat, sheathing the Spirit Sword.
"Junfeng is young and reckless; I hope the Sect Master will not take offense," Lang Sun Chuan said, taking a deep breath as he addressed Wuma Changkong.
Upon hearing this, the pressure emanating from Wuma Changkong instantly dissipated, and his face broke into a smile. "Brother Lang, you flatter me. Junfeng is merely eager to protect his master; how could I be angry with him?"
Although Ye Fan was astonishing in alchemy, Lang Sun Chuan was still a genuine Master Alchemist.
Thus, Wuma Changkong maintained a respectful demeanor toward him.
However, from this point onward, it seemed that his status within the Supreme Demon Sect would never again be comparable to what it once was.
Lang Sun Chuan nodded and then looked at Ye Fan with slightly reddened eyes. His expression held a complex mix of emotions, as if he were struggling with something within himself.
Ye Fan couldn't help but furrow his brows slightly and said, "Don't look at me like that. If you really don't want to write your name backward, then forget it!"
Ye Fan had realized that although he had displayed astonishing skills in alchemy, showcasing his exceptional techniques, it was clear that Wuma Changkong had no intention of giving up on Lang Sun Chuan, the Master Alchemist.
Since they would all be in the Supreme Demon Sect in the future, they would inevitably meet each other. Therefore, Ye Fan didn't want to make things too awkward.
"Alright, Young Friend Ye Fan is indeed an extraordinary person. Chancellor has a broad mind; wouldn't it be better for everyone to get along harmoniously?" Wuma Changkong laughed heartily at this, appearing very pleased.
To be honest, he was somewhat worried that Ye Fan and Lang Sun Chuan would take things too seriously. If that happened, it would only make things difficult for him.
However, Lang Sun Chuan remained silent, still staring at Ye Fan with a conflicted expression.
Seeing this, Wuma Changkong frowned slightly and walked up to Lang Sun Chuan, quietly reminding him, "Brother Lang, are you alright?"
Lang Sun Chuan shook his head to indicate that he was fine.
"Haha, that's good to hear." Wuma Changkong chuckled again, his gaze falling on the Supreme Spirit Artifact in his hand.
The more he looked at it, the more delighted he became.
The Supreme Spirit Artifact!
This was the real deal!
Of course, a single Supreme Spirit Artifact wouldn't cause Wuma Changkong to lose his composure like this.
Wuma Changkong couldn't help but feel a surge of laughter at the thought of the person who crafted this Supreme Spirit Artifact; soon, he would be one of their own in the Supreme Demon Sect.
"I need to build a good relationship with this kid and tie him firmly to our tree in the Supreme Demon Sect. I can't let Dugu Laomo snatch him away!"
With this thought in mind, Wuma Changkong's gaze suddenly shifted to Ye Fan. After a brief contemplation, he broke into a broad smile and said, "I have a question for you, young friend Ye Fan. I'm not sure if it's appropriate to ask."
Ye Fan smiled lightly and replied, "Please go ahead, Sect Master."
Wuma Changkong nodded, feeling a bit awkward as he asked, "May I inquire about your true age this year, young friend Ye Fan? Is it really as you appear?"
As he spoke, Wuma Changkong gestured towards Ye Fan's height and appearance.
Ye Fan was momentarily taken aback but quickly nodded earnestly. "That's right; just as you see me now, I'm eight years old."
"Eight years old... Hiss...!!!"
Wuma Changkong couldn't help but gasp in surprise; he truly was just a child.
Lang Sun Chuan and the others shared similar expressions of disbelief.
Although Ye Fan appeared to be a seven or eight-year-old child, could someone so young really forge a Supreme Spirit Artifact?
Moreover, his speed and technique were simply beyond that of even a Master Alchemist.
Wuma Changkong looked at Wuma Xian'er with a hint of disbelief.
Seeing Wuma Xian'er nodding at him, he had no choice but to admit this fact.
In that moment, just like Lang Sun Chuan, the gaze that Wuma Changkong directed at Ye Fan became subtly complicated, filled with inner turmoil.
Ye Fan frowned slightly and said, "I mean, why are you all looking at me like that? I really am eight years old!"
"Of course, of course," Wuma Changkong nodded repeatedly. After a moment of hesitation, he gritted his teeth and said, "Ye Fan, my young friend, it’s like this: you see, you’re only… eight… eight years old, right?"
"Yes! That's right!" Ye Fan nodded earnestly.
Wuma Changkong pointed at Ye Fan and then at himself, saying, "You see, you're only eight years old, and I'm just a little older than you. How about… how about we become sworn brothers?"
"What do you mean by that?" Seeing Wuma Changkong hesitate to finish his sentence, Ye Fan felt a bit anxious and couldn't help but ask.
"How about we swear brotherhood?" Finally, Wuma Changkong managed to voice his thoughts. After saying this, he let out a long breath and felt much relieved.
However, Ye Fan, Lang Sun Chuan, Wuma Xian'er, and the others were all stunned in place, staring at Wuma Changkong with wide eyes in disbelief.
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