Chapter 339: Sitting Back and Reap the Benefits

ears, under the suppression of Kai Feng Pharmaceutical, we have lost more than half of the Jiangbei market.""After obtaining Long Yang Dan and skincare water, we will use these two products as a break...In an instant, the curse at the entrance of the cave was completely absorbed, and the seal was broken. A huge opening, seven to eight meters high and over ten meters wide, appeared.

Just as Ye Bufan was about to enter the cave, suddenly four or five figures dashed out from the dense forest beside him, blocking his path.

At the front was an elderly white-haired man from the East. His hair and beard were as white as snow, he wore a long robe, and on his back hung a long sword. He gave off an air of ethereal nobility.

Besides the old man, there were also several middle-aged people in their forties and fifties. The one at the front was Fu Zhaozhe whom I had dealt with before.

Seeing this man, Ye Bufan had already guessed the old man's identity. It was Ge Wengong, the Ge Master of Jiangbei, China. He didn't expect this old man to come to the African continent as well.

At this time, Fu Zhaozhe jumped out first, pointing at Ye Bufan and saying to Ge Wengong: "Master, it's this kid who doesn't give you face. He keeps finding trouble with me, leaving me hurt like this."

Ge Wengong eyed Ye Bufan, and when his gaze fell on the elixir bottle, a look of undisguised greed flashed across his face.

As a renowned magic practitioner, Master Ge naturally knew this was an extremely rare magical artifact.

Actually, they've been here for days, but they haven't been able to break the seal on the cave entrance, no matter how hard they try. They can't get inside.

Later, Fu Zhaozhe came up with a plan. They would hide nearby and wait for others to break the seal, then jump out and grab the peaches.

This method really worked. After waiting for a few days, Ye Bufan finally arrived.

However, Ge Wengong didn't believe that Ye Bufan's magical power was stronger than his. He believed that the ability to break the curse came from this small bottle.

He said, “Young man, do you know who I am”

Ye Bufan said calmly, "Of course I know. Master Ge from Jiangbei, your prized disciple flaunts himself around all day. I wouldn't know otherwise."

"Now that you know, you still dare to disrespect my disciples" Ge Wengong's expression turned cold as he said, "Those who dare to offend my master Ge's disciples have always been killed without mercy. However, seeing that you have some talent, I will give you a chance."

"Now kneel down and worship me as your master, and hand over that bottle. Not only will I spare your life, but I will also take you as my disciple."

"Did you hear My master only takes on a few disciples. There are more people in the Jiangbei region who want to join his sect than there are fish in the river. This is a rare opportunity…"

"Kid, seize the opportunity, or you'll regret it..."

"You little brat, get down on your knees and kowtow! This is thanks to the accumulated virtue of your ancestors for eighteen generations..."

Several of Ge Wengong's disciples shouted in unison, while Fu Zhaoze's face turned ashen.

If he were to truly take this young man under his wing, then his good days would be over. All he hoped for was that Master Ge would directly strike down this boy and avenge him.

"Let me worship you as my master"

Ye Bufan burst into laughter.

"You don't deserve it at all!"

As soon as he said that, the faces of the several people present changed dramatically. Fu Zhaoze's expression also improved. This kid sought his own death, so it wasn't anyone else's fault.

Ge Wencong said angrily, "Young man, do you know what you're doing"

"Of course I know." Ye Bufan said, looking at him. "With your kind of person, you don't even have the qualifications to be my disciple, and you actually want to take me as your apprentice, it's really a big joke."

"Damn bastard, how dare you disrespect Master Ge…"

"Master, give him a taste of your power, let him see how formidable the Jiangbei Ge Lao Xian Shen is..."

These people were shouting loudly, but none of them dared to step forward because they had heard from Fu Zhaozé that this young man in front of them was very capable.

They weren't even as skilled as the eldest disciple, so there was no need to suffer needlessly. They just needed to shout slogans and pledge their loyalty, since the master would handle everything anyway.

Fu Zhaoze said directly, "Master, you see how arrogant this kid is. You must give him a taste of your power."

Ge Wencong couldn't bear to part with the spirit beast bottle and asked again, "Young man, I'll give you one last chance..."

"Don't bother, think I don't know what you people are up to You're just waiting here to reap the benefits, aren't you But whether you can profit depends on whether you have the ability."

Hurry up, I'm in a rush.

Exposed for who he truly was, Ge Wen Gong fumed with rage: "Boy, you're courting death! Let me show you what true Xuanmen sorcery is!"

After saying that, he spread his arms wide. His hands trembled slightly, and countless icicles materialized in mid-air instantly.

Each ice spear was about a meter long and roughly the thickness of a thumb. Although not truly made of steel, the front end was extremely sharp, giving off an endless sense of pressure.

Ge Wen Gong's driving spell formula, those ice spears immediately rained down towards Ye Bufan.

Seeing Ye Bufan surrounded by ice spears, Fu Zhaozhe and his group all cheered with glee. Generally speaking, when a martial artist battles a mage, they must never allow the opponent to complete their spellcasting.

But the boy in front of him was standing there foolishly, waiting for his master to attack. It was no different from courting death.

To know that Master Ge's attacks, even a Xuan-Rank warrior couldn't withstand.

"He's finished, this kid is finished. He actually dared to attack the master, even a god couldn't save him..."

Ge Wengong's lips also curled into a sneer. In his eyes, Ye Bufan was already dead.

Just then, a shocking scene appeared. Suddenly, countless ice spears materialized in front of Ye Bufan.

Compared to the ice spears summoned by Master Ge, these were much thicker, exceeding two meters in length, as thick as an egg, and radiating a dazzling cold light.

"This..."

Before Ge Master could react to what was happening, Ye Bufan roared, “Go!”

Only to see those thick ice spears shoot out instantly, smashing Master Ge's small ice spears into clumps of ice powder that fell to the ground.

And those ice spears, their momentum undiminished, whistled towards Master Ge and the others.

This time things got completely chaotic. Ge Wencong and the others were hiding all over, some even lying flat on the ground, looking utterly embarrassed. They only barely managed to weather this round of attack.

Ge Wengong emerged from behind a large rock, with clumps of dried grass in his hair and his robe covered in mud. He looked dishevelled and far removed from the imposing presence of Master Ge he once had.

"Boy, you think a few fancy treasures make you something special I'll show you what real power is!"

Although the recent sparring match clearly demonstrated a difference in skill, Ge Wencong didn't believe that Ye Bufan, despite his young age, possessed superior magical power. He was certain Ye Bufan must have used some incredibly powerful magical artifact to gain an advantage.

So he launched another attack, incantations swirling as countless fireballs materialized out of thin air, encircling Ye Bufan.

These fireballs were each about the size of a goose egg and shone brilliantly, raising the temperature in front of the cave by several degrees.

Before Ge Wengong could launch an attack, another massive fireball suddenly appeared before him.

This fireball was the size of a basketball, radiating light and heat. It blazed like a miniature sun, too intense to look directly at.

In comparison, his summoning of those fireballs was simply childish play, a pathetic display compared to mine.ays otherwise, that boy is definitely going to die, it's just a matter of how miserable his death will be. Maybe the stretcher they bring him down on will just be a bloody mess..."Just as everyone was...