"Pfft!"

Han Qing'er's female master spat out a mouthful of blood. This woman was at the early Golden Core stage, but she didn't even last a single move under Ye Fan's hand before being subdued and brought to a special diamond underground chamber by him.

"What do you want?" Han Qing'er's face was filled with grave concern, "I treated you kindly; why did you harm my master?"

Ye Fan's expression was frighteningly gloomy. He said, "Because you broke your promise."

"I did not break my promise; I just invited my senior sister down... for a conversation, which Young Master Ye also allowed." Han Qing'er felt her explanation was feeble and futile, and suddenly knelt down with a thud, kowtowing, "Young Master Ye, considering my warm hospitality, please spare me..."

Crushing Han Qing'er would be as easy as crushing an ant for Ye Fan.

"Where's the Protective Bell of the Copper Tomb Mirror?" Ye Fan asked coldly.

"Ah?" Han Qing'er stiffened, her eyes darting around, seemingly fabricating reasons.

The woman who had been knocked to the ground by Ye Fan shouted, "Qing'er, what are you doing? Give him the item; do you want to die?"

Han Qing'er, seeing her master so incompetent, felt very disappointed. She said, "Master, it's you who is afraid of dying, right? When you entrusted the Protective Bell of the Copper Tomb Mirror to me, you said that even if I died, I should guard it well. Now you want to take it out just to save your life?"

"You ungrateful disciple, how dare you be disrespectful to your master... cough..." Just as she was about to reprimand her disciple, the woman got struck again. This time, Ye Fan merely flicked his finger, and the Spiritual Energy in her body surged as if it was at a boiling point, making her unable to continue her words.

"Young Master Ye, the item you want." Han Qing'er walked over to a safe crafted from red gold. The safe itself was a mid-tier Magic Artifact. Opening it, inside was a small bell jingling, because it was influenced by the Copper Tomb Mirror within Ye Fan.

Ye Fan didn't rush over to seize it; he merely reached out his hand, and the Protective Bell flew into his hand from afar. The small bell quieted down as soon as it reached Ye Fan's hand.

It was a small golden bell with seemingly no distinctive features, engraved with a seal script "Yin". Ye Fan was unsure how to incorporate the Protective Bell back into himself, and the Copper Tomb Mirror did not actively retrieve the missing bell.

Ye Fan thought, "I probably need to find all three bells to assemble a complete Copper Tomb Mirror."

Yet, what the Copper Tomb Mirror truly signified was unclear to Ye Fan. Now having obtained one piece and Li Bei possessing another, if he could find the third, the Copper Tomb Mirror could reveal its true form. Being an ancient relic, even classified as a 'Spiritual Artifact' by cultivators, its real strength might surpass even Immortal Artifacts.

Seeing Ye Fan fixated with the Protective Bell, Han Qing'er hurriedly asked, "Young Master Ye, from now on, you are the master here, and I am your servant. I beg you to spare me..."

"Are you so afraid to die?" Ye Fan examined Han Qing'er, asking.

"It's not that I'm afraid to die; there are many things left undone. I can help Young Master Ye accomplish many things. As long as you're willing, I can even help you eliminate the Mingyuan Sect, eradicate the cultivators, and you could become the master of the world..."

Ye Fan's tone was calm, "Why would I want to be the master of the world?"

Han Qing'er was taken aback by the question. She was simply following her own way—cultivating immortality to gain longevity, power, and status—and assumed Ye Fan's pursuits were the same. She didn't know Ye Fan sought merely a peaceful and stable life.

"Whatever Young Master Ye wishes for, I will help you achieve it." Han Qing'er said, merely hoping Ye Fan would spare her life.

Dying in this diamond underground chamber, she would be buried in oblivion, her grave self-dug by being here.

Ye Fan kicked, the woman lying in front was sent flying towards Han Qing'er. Han Qing'er was startled and unable to dodge in time, collided with her incoming master. The Spiritual Energy was overwhelming, and Han Qing'er couldn't even summon the strength to defend.

The master and disciple both fell to the ground, seemingly as if Ye Fan had kicked the woman, caught by Han Qing'er.

"Master, are you alright?" At this moment, Han Qing'er feigned concern as she looked at the woman.

"You ungrateful disciple, do you still regard me as your master, cough cough..." The woman wanted to scold, but her injuries were too severe, her Golden Core highly endangered. Unable even to defeat Han Qing'er at the Foundation Establishment Stage, let alone challenge Ye Fan.

Ye Fan said, "I don't plan to kill you now. Let's see if you can prove useful."

"We will, Young Master Ye, shall we discuss this upstairs?" Han Qing'er finally saw a glimmer of hope and hastily requested to leave the basement.

"Alright." Ye Fan stretched out his hand again, and Jiang Ting, who was bound, was pulled in front of him from afar.

Jiang Ting, with a face full of gratitude, said, "Thank you, Young Master Ye, for saving my life."

Ye Fan said no more, unbinding Jiang Ting. Even following behind Ye Fan, she dared not make any rash moves, bowing her head like a maid.

Under Ye Fan's watchful gaze, Han Qing'er went to a corner of the basement, opened a concealed elevator, and the four ascended in a transparent glass elevator. During the ascent, Han Qing'er stared in amazement at a large breach in the impenetrable diamond basement she crafted, knowing it was Ye Fan's doing.

Jiang Ting said, "What? Afraid now? Young Master Ye's prowess is beyond your imagination. If you dare play tricks with him, he can kill you at any moment, no corner of the earth will be safe for you."

Jiang Ting, at this moment, seemed more like Ye Fan's spokesperson. To Han Qing'er, Jiang Ting appeared completely as one 'riding the coattails of power'.

Returning to the previous hall, it was still very quiet. Sunlight streamed in, indicating a peaceful morning, yet it was such a morning where Han Qing'er brushed with death.

Ye Fan sat back on the sofa, saying, "If you have anything to say, just ask. I'd also like to hear it."

"Yes." Han Qing'er, with a face full of fear, personally served tea to Ye Fan, walked up, knelt, and raised the tea above her head. Ye Fan simply took the tea, placing it on the side table, "Spare me the courtesies."

"Young Master Ye is the lord here; it's merely a servant's duty to do this." When Han Qing'er referred to herself as "servant," she reminded Ye Fan of Bai He.

Both forced into servitude because of circumstances, but at least Bai He bore no ill will against him, whereas Han Qing'er was a heartless schemer.

"This servant wishes to ask Senior Sister Jiang about the Mingyuan Sect. My master and I... plan to visit Mingyuan Sect to pay our respects to the elder master and request something," Han Qing'er cautiously said.

Jiang Ting sneered, "You think you can storm Mingyuan Sect? If Master saw you, she would cripple your cultivation and break every bone in your body."

Han Qing'er said, "Senior Sister Jiang, don't think Young Master Ye's protection allows you to act recklessly here. Mingyuan Sect still possesses a Protective Bell of the Copper Tomb Mirror, likely something Young Master Ye needs as well."

Unprecedented; highly recommending a super entertaining book: "Wang Family Style." Personality guarantee; if not interesting, feel free to scold me.

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