Shrouding the Sky: Creating Your Own Cultivation Technique at the Start

Chapter 39 I'm Really Not a Holy Body

He was an elder of the Wind Clan, and he actually stepped in at this moment to help block Xiang Zhengtian, preventing the old man from suddenly launching an attack.

If this old guy gets angry, a young genius will surely have no chance of survival.

Moreover, in their hearts, they had already decided that it was Ye Fan.

Their Feng Clan has an excellent relationship with Ye Fan, and with Jiang Taixu acting as their liaison, how could they possibly let others harm Ye Fan like this?

"Fellow Daoist of the Wind Clan, I am merely bringing him back to my Great Yan Holy Land to be dealt with by the Great Yan Holy Lord. I will not take his life." Xiang Zhengtian showed no sign of backing down at this moment.

"If he is taken away by the Great Yan Holy Land, and it is confirmed that he is not a Holy Body, he will surely die. Perhaps we should ask the elders to lend a hand?" Zixia pondered inwardly.

A month ago, Lu Zhao helped the Purple Mansion Holy Land harvest a large amount of resources.

Even if it's for this favor, the Purple Mansion Holy Land cannot stand idly by.

By now, Zixia had already taken action, turning around to ask the elders of the Purple Mansion Holy Land for help, intending to lend Lu Zhao a hand here.

The Holy Maiden of Yaochi also took action, asking some elders of Yaochi to intercede on her behalf.

Furthermore, they all knew very well what had happened to the Holy Sons: they failed to seize the treasure and were ultimately killed by Lu Zhao.

If we insist on settling scores for such matters, then the various holy lands are being far too domineering, even though they have done this kind of domineering thing quite often.

However, under certain circumstances, the major holy sites will still restrain themselves a bit.

"Zixia, didn't you used to hate him? How could he have driven you to such a state?" an elder from the Zi Mansion asked.

"He really isn't Ye Fan, Elder, you must believe me. Besides, he helped the Purple Mansion Stone Workshop before, and we can't be ungrateful," Zixia said earnestly.

"It's not impossible to help him. Look at the death of my Holy Son of the Purple Mansion Holy Land. If we can invite this person to join us and work together to make the Purple Mansion flourish, I will risk my old life to protect him," said the Purple Mansion elder.

He looked intently at Zixia, waiting for her final reply.

If Zixia agrees to this, it means that Lu Zhao will become a holy son and will become a Daoist couple with Zixia in the future.

This abrupt question put Zixia in a difficult position. Although Lu Zhao was much better than the original Holy Son of Zifu, agreeing so hastily would be a torment to her, and she really found it hard to make a decision.

"Thank you for speaking up for me, senior. However, please step aside. I will handle this myself," Lu Zhao suddenly said.

The Wind Clan elder who was blocking Xiang Zhengtian's way visibly stiffened for a moment.

However, since Lu Zhao had already spoken, he naturally wouldn't try to stop him.

"Young friend, this person is a half-step great power. The gap between you and him is too great. Don't act rashly," said the elder of the Feng family.

"Thank you for the reminder, senior." Lu Zhao clasped his hands in a fist salute to the man.

Xiang Zhengtian's eyes flashed with a cold light. He had seen too many geniuses, but no matter how strong their talent was, they could not only injure a half-step great power in the Four Extremes Realm.

This enormous gap cannot be bridged by talent alone.

"Youngster, let alone you, even a ruthless person like Wushi would not dare to speak so arrogantly at this level." Xiang Zhengtian coldly extended a large hand.

This giant hand, like a millstone, made a series of booming sounds in the void.

As the giant hand approached, a terrifying pressure descended rapidly.

However, before the giant hand could get close, Lu Zhao suddenly scattered a pile of crystalline powder.

The pile of powder rumbled, causing the void to tremble, before attaching itself to the giant hand and causing it to explode instantly.

This is the saintly bone powder that Lu Zhao scattered, and it has finally come in handy at this moment.

The colored sand was incredibly heavy; each grain pierced through the void, appearing both alluring and beautiful, yet it still flowed towards the other.

"Saint's Bone Powder?" Xiang Zhengtian's expression changed drastically.

One arm, upon contact with the saint's bone powder, exploded into a cloud of blood mist.

Faced with this bone meal, he now had no way to fight back.

Even though he activated his golden sword, it was twisted and deformed under the pressure of the saint's bone powder, and even developed large cracks.

A Saint Lord-level weapon was destroyed so easily.

This sudden turn of events stunned all the elders present.

Under Lu Zhao's control, the bone powder transformed into a stream of light, pressing down on Xiang Zhengtian, intending to surround and crush him.

"Young man, you're just some bone powder. If an ancient sage were here, I would turn around and leave immediately. But you think you can stop a half-step great power with some bone powder? You underestimate me too much," Xiang Zhengtian suddenly shouted.

At this moment, a crimson-gold greatsword appeared in his hands.

It is very similar to his own greatsword, but this one is clearly more terrifying.

"A replica of the Great Evolution Holy Sword. This is a replica made by a supreme king. Even if it is not as good as the bone powder of a saint, it will not be destroyed by the bone powder." An elder recognized the sword.

As expected, the bone powder was blocked by the opponent after this special holy sword appeared.

It's now virtually impossible to crush him with bone meal.

At the same time, terrifying Dao principles were raging around Xiang Zhengtian's body, spreading outwards little by little. With the power of the Holy Sword, the bone powder was gradually forced back.

"Indeed, they are extraordinary." Lu Zhao couldn't help but exclaim in amazement.

However, he had already made preparations. Since he had decided to kill this person, he could not rely solely on the Saint's Bone Powder; there must be other methods as well.

A huge black gourd appeared in Lu Zhao's hand.

He manipulated the black gourd to rush towards Xiang Zhengtian, and at the same time the gourd stopper flew out quickly, and a seven-colored flame shot out, instantly engulfing Xiang Zhengtian.

"What kind of flame is this?" Xiang Zhengtian cried out in agony.

Enveloped in such terrifying flames, Xiang Zhengtian had no chance of survival.

"The flames of the Fire Domain, those terrifying flames again. Back then, an elder of the Ji family died under these flames."

"The Holy Body's current methods are limited to what we have right now. As expected, under such terrifying pressure, it had no choice but to expose them all."

"If one or two coincidences could be considered mere coincidences, then so many coincidences piled up together are no longer just simple coincidences!"

At this moment, whispers circulated around them, all filled with contempt for Lu Zhao, or more precisely, they were contemptuous of Ye Fan, the Holy Body.

"I feel like I'm making things worse by trying to explain. Judging from the tone of these people's conversations, it seems like they've already decided that I'm the Holy Body Ye Fan. It seems like I can't explain it now. Maybe I should just leave it at that for now. Things will gradually become clear in the future," Lu Zhao muttered to himself.

"After thinking about it carefully, I don't think it's a big deal. It can only be said that the Holy Body is too comfortable. Among the three priests in the original work, he became an emperor the latest."

"We can take this opportunity to really make things difficult for Ye Fan."