Watching Wang Danian leave, Ye Fan's eyes were filled with gravity.

Modern firearms might only be effective against those below the Martial Emperor level. For someone like his father, Ye Zhengrong, who was at the Martial Ancestor Realm, with Body-Protecting Gang Qi, he was impervious to blades and bullets, unaffected by water and fire!

Against martial artists above the Martial Ancestor level, even a sniper rifle might be useless!

"Only by improving my own realm can I truly protect myself!"

Suddenly, Ye Fan realized something.

"What's going on? My realm has fallen?"

He had dropped from a 6th-rank Martial Artist to a 3rd-Level Martial Artist!

The Chaos All-Creation Cauldron responded, "Master! Although your realm has fallen, haven't you noticed? The Martial Veins in your body have increased from two to four!"

"With the increase in Martial Veins, your Inner Force is distributed, causing your realm to naturally fall!"

Ye Fan indeed felt that the once surging Ren and Du Meridians had suddenly become four.

His speed in cultivating martial arts had increased fourfold!

Cultivating martial arts cannot be rushed. Ye Fan was still worried about his eighth sister and went to Chen Murong's room.

Hua Nongyu and Hua Nongyue were attending to her, and outside were the Duke's Mansion guards.

Ye Fan was surprised, "Eighth sister, how did you get up?"

Chen Murong, who had been pierced through the heart by a sword, was already out of bed, eating heartily, with a chicken leg in her hand. If not for Ninth Madam Chen Hong's persuasion, she would have even wanted to drink wine.

Chen Murong was in great condition, showing no signs of having been injured, "I should be asking you, little brother, when did you learn medical arts?"

"I thought I was certainly going to die, but my mother said you used a few silver needles to stabilize my injury!"

Ye Fan was even more astonished.

The stele in the Chaos Space introduced: the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles can bring the dead back to life, flesh to bones.

It can regenerate the heart meridian! It can reattach a severed head!

Ye Fan thought this was an exaggeration. Could it be true?

"Chaos All-Creation Cauldron! Are the Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles really so terrifying?"

The proud voice of the Chaos All-Creation Cauldron echoed in his mind, "Hmph! I told you, this is the strongest medical art in all realms. Did you think I was joking?"

Ye Fan stepped forward and held Chen Murong's wrist!

Checking her pulse, it was indeed steady, strong as an ox.

"Eighth sister, I need to check the wound."

"Mm, go ahead."

Chen Murong's face flushed slightly, but she didn't shy away, opening her clothes.

Ye Fan looked down and saw a healed scar on the snowy peaks.

He touched it lightly; the muscle had already healed.

"The Ghost Gate Thirteen Needles are indeed formidable!"

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"Little brother, where did you learn medical arts?"

Ye Fan casually explained, "A few years ago, I met an old man with a white beard who came to teach me at night!"

Chen Murong's expression changed slightly, exchanging a glance with Chen Hong.

"Xiao Fan, did Rong'er say you can practice martial arts now? Was it also that white-bearded elder who helped you?"

"Yes."

Ye Fan went along with it. The matter of the Chaos All-Creation Cauldron was too shocking, his biggest secret!

He wasn't prepared to tell anyone, "Yes, he said I was poisoned!"

"It's a chronic poison that had been dormant in my body for years, almost costing me my ability to have children!"

"What!"

Chen Murong slammed the table, standing up in anger, her beautiful eyes filled with fury!

Chen Hong, beside her, held her hand, her expression equally grave.

Ye Fan continued, "Eighth sister, my poison is no longer a big problem, rest assured."

Only then did Chen Murong slowly sit down, "Little brother, promise me one thing!"

"Eighth sister, tell me."

"First, unless absolutely necessary, do not reveal that you know martial arts!"

"Second, for the next few days, I am a dead person."

Ye Fan's eyes were serious, "Eighth sister is worried about the assassin returning?"

Chen Murong shook her head, "No! This assassination failed, and the entire Great Xia Dragon Capital's attention is on the Duke's Mansion. The assassins won't dare to act again in the short term."

"It's the Northern Frontier Main Camp where some people are restless! Just as the news of my 'death' spreads back, those with ulterior motives will eventually reveal themselves!"

Half an hour later, Ye Fan left Chen Murong's room.

Eighth sister didn't need attending, planning to have a good talk with Chen Hong at night, while Hua Nongyu and Hua Nongyue followed Ye Fan away!

"Mother! They are too much! They clearly promised Ye benefactor that as long as little brother didn't cultivate martial arts, he could live out his life in peace!" Chen Murong gritted her teeth, her heart burning with immense anger.

"What kind of nonsense Hidden World Families! Not a word they say counts!"

"They even sent someone to poison him! They want to cut off the benefactor's bloodline!"

Chen Hong's gaze was serious, "Rong'er, the urgent matter is that Ye Fan's cultivation must not be leaked."

"Otherwise, with their intelligence network, Xiao Fan might be in even greater danger!"

"I understand!"

Chen Murong was restless, pacing back and forth in the room.

She took a deep breath, "This matter must be notified to the other sisters!"

Chen Hong frowned, "Rong'er, who do you think the white-bearded elder Ye Fan mentioned is?"

"Could it be someone sent by the benefactor's mother?"

...

In the depths of an icy valley, a thousand miles of ice, devoid of human presence.

Surprisingly, a massive light screen covered the valley, with endless starlight falling, and within the light screen, the valley was like spring all year round, with hot springs bubbling.

A scene of unparalleled luxury, like a divine palace, stood tall!

"Father, news from the Great Xia Dragon Capital, that waste suddenly seems to have taken the wrong medicine these past few days!" A middle-aged man walked into the largest hall.

After listening to the middle-aged man's words, the elder standing with his hands behind his back had a trace of arrogance flash across his face, "Heh, after all, he is of the Ye Family's bloodline. Even if half of his bloodline comes from that wretch, he is not something those ants in the mortal world can handle!"

The middle-aged man's eyes flashed with jealousy, "It's all Ye Zhengrong's fault! If not for him, how could the Ye Family's bloodline be tainted by that wretch?"

"Ye Zhengrong was foolish too! Ignoring the Saintess for a wretch!"

The middle-aged man was both jealous and unable to let go, "If Ye Zhengrong had agreed to the Saintess back then, our Ye Family would not be in its current position..."

"Enough!"

The elder's eyes flashed with regret, shaking his head lightly.

"Continue to keep an eye on that waste!"

"If he remains within Great Xia, his life and death are up to fate! No need to interfere, but if he dares to step out of Great Xia, make sure he dies!" His voice was calm, as if deciding the life and death of an ant.

...

In the Duke's Mansion, inside Ye Fan's bedroom.

On the table, the floor, and the bed were boxes containing over three hundred Medicinal Pills.

"I couldn't cultivate martial arts before, so the Duke's Mansion only had some low-grade Medicinal Pills, usually used to reward the guards."

"Quality is lacking, but quantity can make up for it. Over three hundred Medicinal Pills should be enough to let me reach the Martial Master realm, right?"

Ye Fan closed his eyes.

Entering the Chaos Space, he collected all the Medicinal Pills and swallowed a large handful in one go!

The medicinal effects spread, a warm current surged from his dantian into his limbs and bones!

4th-Level Martial Artist!

5th-Level Martial Artist!

...

7th-Level Martial Artist!

Time in the Chaos Space was almost infinite. After an unknown amount of time, when the last Medicinal Pill was consumed, Ye Fan's realm had just entered the 9th-Level Martial Artist!

"So many Medicinal Pills, and I still can't break through to Martial Master?" Ye Fan complained.

The Chaos All-Creation Cauldron said, "Master! You now have four Martial Veins!"

"If converted to an ordinary martial artist, you could break through to the Martial Master realm four times from zero!"

Ye Fan was speechless, "So, having too many Martial Veins is actually a burden?"

The Chaos All-Creation Cauldron said, "Wrong! Master, the Martial Dao realm does not equate to a martial artist's combat power!"

"Oh? How so?"

Ye Fan's heart stirred.

"If a 1st-Level Martial Artist has a combat power of 1, a 2nd-Level Martial Artist has a combat power of 2... all the way to a 9th-Level Martial Artist with a combat power of 9."

"Then a 1st-Level Martial Master has combat power directly doubled, which should be 18, a 2nd-Level Martial Master has a combat power of 36, and a 3rd-Level Martial Master has a combat power of 48!"

The Chaos All-Creation Cauldron asked, "Master, have you discovered something?"

Ye Fan replied, "Within the same major realm! The level indicates how many times the combat power of the first level of that major realm!"

"If promoted to the next major realm, the combat power doubles!"

The Chaos All-Creation Cauldron praised, "Smart!"

"And the number of Martial Veins multiplies the combat power according to the number of Martial Veins!"

Ye Fan was somewhat delighted, "I have four Martial Veins!"

"If an ordinary 9th-Level Martial Artist has a combat power of 9, then a 9th-Level Martial Artist with four Martial Veins has a combat power of..."

"36!"

"My combat power is equivalent to a 2nd-Level Martial Master!"

Just as he finished speaking, Ye Fan felt a surge of blood and energy within!

"Poof—!"

He spat out a mouthful of black blood!

"Damn, the poison is acting up again..."

Ye Fan quickly left the Chaos Graveyard, calling out in a low voice to the door, "Little Yu, Little Yue..."