A Dish Best Served Cold (The Man In Rage)

Chapter 1958

Huangniu was flabbergasted by the greed he witnessed in Ye Fan.

It's a good thing that that's the most he's able to take. Otherwise, he's going to strip our cave clean! If the ancestor could see his life's work of going into the secret realm to acguire the weapons only to have them fall into Ye Fan's hands, I think they'll be pissed.

However, Ye Fan did not feel guilt regarding the matter.

I haven't even taken revenge for the ambush! Consider this exchange a downpayment!

“What a pity I can't take any more items,” Ye Fan lamented. “I would have gladly taken everything.”

With all the preparations in place, Ye Fan prepared to restore the Dragon God Hall.

As its Hall Master, it is my duty to show my gratitude to my loyal followers.

Though Ye Fan did not have the power of feudal kings to allocate land to his subjects, he felt that some tokens of appreciation were necessary.

I can't think of a better way to reward my comrades by sharing the treasures of this cave with them. What a pity I couldn't take more!

“Maybe I'll come back another trip if I get the chance,” he said cheerfully.

Unbeknownst to him, Ye Fan would not be able to find the cave after departing.

Duanmu Wan'er giggled at the sight of Ye Fan carrying all the treasures.

What an interesting and funny man.

“I'll take the pill and leave the rest behind, Wan'er,” Ye Fan said briskly as he deposited her handwritten notes. “The well is treacherous. I'm afraid your spells and incantations wouldn't be able to do much.”

Duanmu Wan'er nodded.

He's right. Good thing he anticipated that possibility before it happens.

“Take some more stuff then,” Duanmu Wan'er said as she disappeared behind a small room. She had the air of a gracious hostess who insisted that her guest were well-equipped for his departure.

It did not take long before she and Huangniu reemerged, with a wooden box atop the latter's back that smelled strongly of herbs that seared the nostrils.

When the box was dropped to the ground at Ye Fan's feet, he saw that it was a crate filled to the brim with the pills.

Some were stored in jade bottles like the one she gave him while the rest rolled around freely within the wooden box.

Some of the pills had even gone stale and lost their potency.

“That's a lot of pills,” Ye Fan muttered, his eyes wide with shock and awe.

Having already inspected Duanmu Wan'er's creation earlier, he had concluded that they were no concoctions of earthly charlatans.

Rather, they were actual magical pills made via ancient knowledge that aided and augmented the body.

Wan'er had mentioned that the pills were made with the ingredients available in the cave, which contained

the collections of the Indian ancestor.

Ye Fan put two and two together.

The Indian ancestor must have been a fighter of the god realm. Only rare and valuable herbs like that are worthy of his attention. The combination of such powerful ingredients could only yield a pill of magical power.

“I was pretty bored, so I began tinkering around,” Duanmu Wan'er explained, slightly apprehensive that Ye Fan may not find her creations helpful. “With an archive of recipes and concoctions in my head, a near-limitless inventory, and the well that acts as an oven, I had a lot at my disposal. I did not expect my noodling around to bear any fruit as I did that to kill time. I hope that they may be of some use to you.”

“Pill of the Thunderdrake?” murmured Ye Fan, thunderstruck. “You are really a little monster, Wan'er.”

The concoctions that Ye Fan was more familiar with were mostly from the Book of Celestial Cloud, though they were mostly cultivated by fire.

It was the first time he had heard the Power of Lightning could be used to aid the process.

If he was sure of one thing, it was that the pills had miraculous power.

Contained within each pill was the spiritual energy of an array of herbs unleashing their full potential as it mashed and boiled together, granting Ye Fan a vigor, unlike any other stimulant.

Over the past couple of years, Ye Fan had not seen much progress in his training. He found himself helplessly stuck at the fourth level of Invoke the Celestial Sky for the longest time without even a glimmer of hope to advance to another level.

The altercation two years ago had even caused me to lose some of my powers. It was only with Junie's help that I was able to once again claim dominion, though it's still not enough to face Chu Sect with these alone. Hopefully, the pills provided by Wan 'er would give me the push I need when the time comes!

Ye Fan began to see the young woman before him as his savior who had helped him greatly.

“I don't know how to thank you, Wan'er. The pills are going to be very useful for me. Your pills might make all the difference in the possibility of me finally executing my plan for revenge once and for all.

“Gratitude requires action for it to be worth a d*mn,” Huangniu chimed in.

“Would you like to sleep with her again before you leave?”

“Mind your own business!” Ye Fan rebuked.

What a buzzkill!

Duanmu Wan'erdid not catch Huangniu's meaning, nor did she care about it.

I am so honored to have played my part in helping Ye Fan. It's as if I'd found my purpose for existing.

“I'm glad to be of help,” she said happily. “Besides, I don't have much use for them. Take them all. Maybe they can help you on your quest.”

Though Ye Fan did intend on bringing the whole box of pills with him, it remained an unrealistic endeavor as it was simply too much to take.

Finally, Ye Fan settled on bringing with him twenty jade bottles as the rest did not fit.

With a sudden burst of inspiration, Ye Fan grabbed a handful of pills and stuffed them all in his mouth.

“Hey, we live in a civilized society!” Huangniu exclaimed, scandalized.

Sometimes I wonder if he's more of a beast than I am.

“Oh, and take this token,” Duanmu Wan'er added, pressing a black and ancient military token against his chest. “Mr. Long has entrusted this to me for safekeeping. Since I don't even know what it's used for, you can have it.”

On its face, the words “Order of Yanhuang” were emblazoned in gold in striking contrast to its black surface.

“I can't take any more things from you, Wan'er,” Ye Fan said abashedly, his unusually thick skin nearing its limit. “You've given me so much.”

Though he and Wan'er had gotten close, he could not find it in him to take everything she owned.

“Please take it!” she insisted as she pushed it against him. “It might come in handy someday.”

Ye Fan's hands and pockets were full. In the end, he took the token from her hand with his teeth.

“Aren't you leaving yet?” Huangniu complained, in a testy mood at the prospect of having his cave ransacked and emptied.

After being as prepared as he could ever be, Ye Fan stood beside Well of the Thunderdrake at long last. Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

With a deep, deliberate breath, the seven Thunderstripes on his forehead seared brightly as the seventh level of Rajin Thunderdrake was channeled.

As a precaution, Ye Fan activated Dragon God Body in him at the same time.

This double protection should keep me alive from the thunderbolts in the Well.

Ye Fan turned to see Duanmu Wan'er for the last time. “Take care, Wan'er. Until our paths cross again.”

Huangniu was irritated by Ye Fan's persistent dawdling. As the latter was waving goodbye, the cow aimed a kick at Ye Fan's back to send him into the well.

Despite losing his balance, Ye Fan flung his hands out just in time.

To all of their surprise, Ye Fan's scrambling hands happened to grab hold of Huangniu's tail.

A deafening vacuuming sound began to emit from the well.

Ye Fan found himself pulled by the vortex. Instinctively, he tightened his grip on Huangniu's tail.

Despite their best efforts, he and Huangniu inched closer and closer toward the vortex as the suction grew more powerful.

“D*mn it, Ye Fan!” Huangniu bellowed as he dug his hooves into the ground to no avail. “You'll be the death of me!”

I can't believe I'm going to die in this undignified manner after surviving for several centuries in the cave!