Hearing Ye Fan ask for spirit stones, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan and the others were taken aback.
They didn't understand what this foolish Ancestor suddenly wanted spirit stones for.
Had he run into another con artist?
In the past, they would put plenty of spirit stones into their foolish Ancestor's storage bag. After all, he was the Ancestor of their clan.
He had to maintain some semblance of dignity!
But who would have thought that every single time they gave him spirit stones, he would end up swindled out of them by some con artist?
Their Ancestor would either buy worthless spirit herbs or useless, discarded pills.
Once, he had even bought a fake pill and almost poisoned himself to death!
From then on, they never dared to recklessly give him spirit stones again.
They had even assigned Hu Bugui to stay by his side and keep him company.
And over the years, their Ancestor had never once taken the initiative to ask for spirit stones!
Whatever he needed, they would buy for him in advance.
If his cultivation required spirit stones, they would prepare them beforehand and place them in his seclusion chamber.
“Hurry up, give me some spirit stones!”
Seeing that the Patriarch and the others were just staring at him instead of pulling out any spirit stones, Ye Fan grew rather impatient.
What were they looking at?
Just hand over the spirit stones already!
He, the grand Ancestor of the clan, had personally asked. What were they waiting for?
“Hehe... Ancestor, what do you need spirit stones for?” the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan asked with a smile.
“They're useful! Stop talking so much nonsense and hand them over...”
Ye Fan frowned slightly as he looked at the Patriarch.
He couldn't understand why he, the grand Ancestor of a clan, had pockets cleaner than his face!
He was the Ancestor of a clan, for goodness' sake! Even a beggar had more money than him!
Hearing Ye Fan's impatient tone, the Patriarch and the Third Elder exchanged a look.
This is bad! Has the Ancestor's illness flared up again?
What should we do?
We need to calm him down first...
In an instant, the three of them had finished their silent conversation with their eyes.
“Ancestor, you want spirit stones?” the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan spoke up again.
A cold light flashed in Ye Fan's eyes as he glared at the Patriarch.
“If you're getting too old and your ears are failing you, then you don't need to be the Patriarch anymore!”
The Patriarch's eyelid twitched.
Oh boy, this time his illness is of the 'domineering ancestor' type, not the 'looking for mommy' type from last time!
“Alright, alright, I'll go get the spirit stones for you right away, Ancestor...”
The Patriarch figured he would play along and humor him first.
“Yes, yes... Ancestor, don't be in such a hurry! We'll get them right away...”
The Third Elder beside him chimed in.
Ye Fan's cold gaze swept over the figures before him. These guys are treating me like a fool!
Suddenly, his gaze focused as he recalled the state of his predecessor.
Are they really treating me like an idiot?
“Let me ask you, are you guys playing me for a fool?”
The Patriarch and the others were startled. Good heavens, the Ancestor actually realized it!
However, the three of them shook their heads in unison.
“No!”
“Absolutely not!”
“How could that be! You are our Ancestor!”
Looking at their reactions, Ye Fan frowned.
“Let me ask you, did you look into the Qingshan Sect like I asked you to?”
“We did! The Second Elder even went personally!” the Patriarch quickly replied.
As he spoke, he pulled the Second Elder to the front.
Seeing the Second Elder's pale face, which made him look like a woman recovering from childbirth, Ye Fan frowned.
“You're injured?”
The Second Elder nodded.
“On my way back, I was ambushed by a few Half-Immormals who had absolutely no sense of martial honor. I suffered a minor injury...”
He didn't dare mention his encounter with Hanyan.
He was afraid that if their Ancestor had a sudden whim, he would go look for Hanyan—though it was highly unlikely he would find him.
The Patriarch and the Third Elder's lips twitched. You motherfucker, you really know how to brag!
Aren't you afraid Hanyan will hear you and rip your mouth open?
Ye Fan nodded. If that was the case, then this guy's strength was decent?
At least he was somewhat useful!
“Where are the spirit stones?” Ye Fan turned his gaze back to the Patriarch and demanded once more.
The Patriarch was taken aback. How has he still not forgotten about that?
Then, a thought struck him, and his eyes flickered.
“Ancestor, there is a situation that we need to report to you!”
Ye Fan raised an eyebrow and looked at the Patriarch in confusion.
“It's like this. The other factions didn't believe that Baili Mo and the others were dead, so they did some investigating. They discovered that Baili Mo and his companions were fighting over an Immortal Saber... Did you know about this?”
Hearing the Patriarch mention the Immortal Saber, Ye Fan's eyes flickered.
Motherfucker, I am that Immortal Saber!
“Ahem... Right, yes, there is indeed such an Immortal Saber!”
Hearing Ye Fan's response, the Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan and the Third Elder exchanged another look.
To be fair, their Ancestor's acting was quite convincing.
But if he really knew, why hadn't he mentioned it earlier instead of waiting for them to ask?
The Patriarch made up his mind to see how Ye Fan would bullshit next.
This would also buy some time. Perhaps the Ancestor would forget about the spirit stones!
“Ancestor, where is that Immortal Saber now?”
Ye Fan choked. He couldn't exactly say that he was the Immortal Saber and had already been killed by Lu Ming!
Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he said,
“The Immortal Saber was taken by Lu Ming... If you find Lu Ming, you will find the saber...”
The Patriarch and the others' eyelids twitched. Ancestor, you can really spin a tale!
You dragged Lu Ming into this again. Did he kill you in a past life or something?
Why do you hold such a grudge against him?
To distract Ye Fan, the Patriarch quickly spoke up:
“But they all say the Immortal Saber was taken by Ji Wuming of the Tianqi Dynasty!”
“Nonsense! They're all fools!”
Ye Fan refuted without hesitation.
“Yes, yes... they're all fools!”
The Patriarch of the Ancient God Clan nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Just then, Ye Fan's voice sounded again:
“That Ji Wuming was killed by Ghost General Mo Tuo, a subordinate of Ghost King Hei Dun, who then seized the Immortal Saber.”
“He then went to Lu Ming to refine it. In the end, that cunning Lu Ming used illusions to deceive him and pocketed the saber for himself. He has absolutely no sense of martial honor...”
The Patriarch and the Third Elder were stunned. The names actually matched up perfectly.
He spoke with such conviction and detail that anyone who didn't know better would think the Ancestor had been right there on the scene.
But the problem was, was Ghost General Mo Tuo stupid?
That was an Immortal Saber! Would he really be willing to let someone else refine it?
Anyone who obtained it would treasure it like their own life!
Whoosh...
While the Patriarch and the others were still pondering,
Ye Fan's figure blurred. In the blink of an eye, the storage bags hanging from the waists of the Patriarch and the Third Elder appeared in his hands.
“Keep searching for the Qingshan Sect and Lu Ming. I have business to attend to, so I'm heading out...”
By the time the Patriarch and the others realized what had happened, they only heard Ye Fan's departing words echoing in the air.
“Ancestor, hurry up and return our storage bags to us! This isn't funny...”
“Ancestor, don't let some con artist swindle away all the spirit stones in those bags...”
Ye Fan, who was already flying away, almost fell out of the sky when he heard this!
Unbelievable! These guys really do think I'm an idiot!
If he didn't still need them, he would have loved to slap them all to death!
Boom!
In his anger, Ye Fan couldn't help but strike downward with a palm.
He had to teach these unfilial descendants a lesson.
How dare they treat him like this!
“If you treat me like a fool again, I'll slap you to death! I'm cured! I'm completely cured!!”
Ye Fan roared furiously as he vanished from the Ancient God Clan's base.
“Cough, cough...”
The Patriarch and the others crawled up from the ground.
“What should we do? The Ancestor seems to have grown even more ill...” the Patriarch said, patting the dust off his clothes.
That palm strike had only blown them away without causing any real harm.
“Xiao Hu, did you give the Ancestor the pills with the strong soul-soothing effects?”
The Third Elder turned to ask Hu Bugui.
Hu Bugui, scrambling to his feet, nodded quickly.
“Rest assured, Third Elder, I've already given the pills to the Ancestor!”
Only then did the Patriarch and the others nod in relief.
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