Chapter 914: A Brand-New Space

Ye Fan only felt his vision blur. He had no idea how long he’d been drifting in this time-space tunnel; when his memories finally came back online, he was already standing before a divine altar.

“Who am I?”

“Where did I come from?”

“Smack!”

He slapped himself across the face. It burned like fire. Only then did he finally remember who he was, and where he came from.

“This guy’s got screws loose, right?”

“Exactly!”

“Mumbling to himself like a lunatic!”

“Hey, when did he even get up there?”

“Damn it!”

These were the voices ringing in Ye Fan’s ears.

He turned his head to look.

“Shit!”

Only then did he realize a whole bunch of people were staring at him. He really was standing on top of the divine altar—but this altar wasn’t the Sword God Temple’s altar.

It was the Fan Kong Continent’s divine altar.

The altar was as sacred as it gets, carved with the image of a fairy veiled by gauze.

And he was standing right in front of the statue, leaning in close. From any angle, it looked like he was straight-up defiling the fairy. No wonder these people were treating him like some psycho.

“My bad, my bad!”

Ye Fan bolted on the spot.

“How dare you profane the Queen!”

“Kill him!”

A crowd rushed after him, trying to capture him. Thankfully Ye Fan’s cultivation was high and his speed was fast as hell, so he managed to shake off their pursuit.

“Fuck off, you wanna hunt me down? Over my dead body!”

Ye Fan cursed aloud.

Right now, he was hiding deep in the mountains and forest.

“Wait, those people called that veiled woman ‘Queen’?”

“Did I mishear, or did they misspeak?”

Ye Fan felt like this whole thing was opened in the wrong mode. Since when do you call a fairy ‘Queen’? Isn’t that title a bit too hardcore?

He was just annoyed with himself now. Before leaving the Sword God Temple, he should have crammed some basic info about Fan Kong Continent. Then again, he hadn’t planned on staying here.

After all, at his speed, it would take at least half a year to reach the Divine Domain.

Where was he supposed to find time to study up on local trivia?

So Ye Fan shot straight into the sky, preparing to leave Fan Kong Continent.

Up in the heavens, he saw a Floating City.

“That is… the Nine-layered Heavenly Palace?”

Ye Fan saw those four dazzling, gold-and-jade characters.

Suddenly, a streak of light flashed by and hit dead center!

“Aaah!”

Ye Fan’s scream echoed out, and then he dropped into this Floating City.

“Fuck! How much hatred do you have for me? Of all the places you could miss, you nail Laozi right in the vital spot!”

Ye Fan clutched his butt and howled in pain.

At that moment, countless light-shadows fell from above.

They surrounded him completely.

These people had ferocious, thug-like faces, but their strength wasn’t much; at least Ye Fan could crush them with ease.

“You desecrated my statue, and you’re carrying that person’s aura. Sparing your life would already be my greatest mercy.”

A gentle voice floated over.

Ye Fan looked over and saw a Heavenly Maiden descending amid the crowd, her whole style completely clashing with the others’ grim aesthetic.

Ye Fan felt like he’d just walked into some timeline that didn’t make logical sense.

“Who are you?”

Ye Fan asked.

“The First Great Thief.”

“What?”

He couldn’t believe his ears. First Great Thief? Wasn’t the First Great Thief on the Martial Arts Continent? And also his little brother?

How the hell was this woman claiming she was the First Great Thief?

Plus, judging by her strength, she was unfathomably deep. Ye Fan had only felt this kind of aura from the Sword Ancestor—another Great Saint.

Ye Fan said, “Impossible! You’re not the First Great Thief.”

“So you’ve seen him, then?”

The woman barked.

She always gave Ye Fan this hazy, unreal kind of beauty, like the face beneath that mask could change into anything. Every time Ye Fan looked at her, a different image would pop up in his head.

Ye Fan had been completely confused, but now he remembered—the First Great Thief had said he had a younger sister. Could this woman be his sister?

Sure enough, the Great Thousand World was tiny as hell; you could bump into acquaintances anywhere.

So Ye Fan said, “Seen him? More than just seen him—we’ve shared drinks and laughed together, we’re tight! He mentions you to me all the time, says he’s got a peerlessly beautiful little sister!”

Ye Fan figured this was the time to pull some connections. Any ties were better than none, in case things got messy.

The woman said, “So you really do know him.”

“Exactly, exactly—see? We’re all on the same side, no need to be so distant!”

Ye Fan grinned.

“Bang!”

“Ah!”

Ye Fan was sent flying, slamming hard into the ground. He had not expected this woman to be so damned violent, throwing hands at the slightest disagreement.

Back in the day, with this kind of fiery, hot-blooded beauty, Ye Fan would’ve said screw it and focused on conquering her first. But now he really wasn’t in the mood.

Because he was busy trying to get home!

The woman walked over and stepped onto Ye Fan’s back.

She said, “He’s already been killed by the Holy Clan, and you still think you can lie to me? At least come up with a better excuse!”

Sure enough, she didn’t believe him at all. Ye Fan decided it was time to unleash his ultimate trump card.

So he demonstrated the First Great Thief’s Swallowing Heaven Demon Technique right there, and gave a condensed version of how he’d rescued the First Great Thief.

Why condensed? Because there was no way he was leaking that he carried a Divine Talisman, nor that he was a descendant of the Holy Clan, and definitely not that he’d taken the First Great Thief as his little brother.

The woman said, “So he really isn’t dead. He’s not dead!”

“That’s right, he’s still alive and kicking!”

Ye Fan felt this was the perfect time to get chummy.

Suddenly, the woman twisted his arm with one hand.

“Ow, ow, OW!”

Ye Fan shrieked in pain.

Where was the justice in this? He was a dignified Grade Six Ancestor Realm expert, yet in front of this woman he didn’t even have the strength to resist.

At that moment, he genuinely felt like dying.

The woman sneered. “I’ve already said: between him and me, only one person can exist to inherit the title of First Great Thief. And since you’re his friend…”

“Then you have no right to keep living in this world.”

She was just about to strike.

“Wait!”

Ye Fan shouted to stop her.

She said to Ye Fan, “What else do you have to say?”

“Aren’t you two siblings? As brother and sister, why are you so hellbent on killing each other?”

This was what Ye Fan couldn’t wrap his head around.

The woman said, “Because we both want that title. Only one person can have it. He runs rampant and doesn’t take me seriously at all!”

“When people talk about the First Great Thief, everyone thinks of him. So I have to kill him. Then the title of First Great Thief will be mine!”

She was seething with rage.

Ye Fan said disdainfully, “It’s just the title of King of Thieves, isn’t it? You two act like it’s some priceless treasure.”

“Silence!”

The woman clamped a hand around Ye Fan’s neck, and he begged for mercy over and over.

Violent woman, truly a violent woman.

Ye Fan croaked out, “Th—the title of First Great Thief is yours. I acknowledge you as the First Great Thief!”

Only then did the woman let him go.

She said, “At least you know how to talk. But that doesn’t mean I’m letting you go. You’re going to take me to him! I’ll kill him myself!”

Thinking about how he’d just returned from the Sword God Temple and now had to head back again, Ye Fan felt this was insane. He was absolutely not up for that.

So he said awkwardly, “Actually…I don’t know where he went.”

“You playing games with me?”

The woman was about to start swinging again.

But Ye Fan quickly said, “Hold on! I don’t know where he is right now, but we agreed to meet on the Martial Arts Continent in a hundred years!”

“If you’re going to kill him, that’s a matter for a hundred years from now.”

“So can you please let me go deal with my own stuff first, okay? I’m seriously busy!”

Ye Fan was ready to bolt.

But the woman had already pressed her sword against his neck.