Chapter 1597 Who is Ye Bufan’s mother?

"This…"

Huo Jian's expression was consistent, and then he said awkwardly, "Grandpa, are we just going to let it go?"

"Can't you use your brain a bit and think about how big an impact this will have on us?"

Huo Dongping's face was full of vexation; Ye Bufan's victory completely shattered his previous plans, and what followed was endless trouble.

Huo Jian was a little surprised and asked doubtfully, "Grandpa, if that Young man won, he won. What does that have to do with us? Can he threaten us?"

"He doesn't have the guts to lay a hand on us, at least not yet, but we no longer have the strength to kill him either."

"Isn't that enough? At worst, we'll go back to the Heavenly Palace. What can he do to us?"

"You idiot, can't you use your brain?"

Huo Dongping glared at him fiercely, "Have you forgotten the 10 billion bet you put in earlier? It's all gone now!"

As the saying goes, 'poor in literature, rich in martial arts.' As a martial Dao Cultivator, their daily consumption is enormous. If they don't have money, they won't have the ability to purchase large amounts of resources for Cultivation.

"I…"

Huo Jian immediately felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured over his head. Only then did he remember that he had wagered the entire foundation of the Green Wood Sword Sect. Now that Ye Bufan had won a great victory, it meant that he had lost everything.

"Damn Ye Bufan! Why did he win? Why isn't he dead? Now all our money is gone!"

The fellow gritted his teeth, his hatred growing even deeper.

"The money is only one aspect; the other is the face we lost this time."

Huo Dongping said, "This time, we represented the Heavenly Palace descending upon the Secular World, and so far, we have accomplished nothing, and we even allowed Yun Mountain to do as it pleased. If the Palace Lord holds us accountable for this, how should we explain ourselves?"

"This…"

As a pampered young master who grew up in a greenhouse, Huo Jian was at a loss when he heard his grandfather say this.

"Grandpa, we have to find a way!"

"What are you arguing about? Aren't I thinking?"

Huo Dongping said vexedly, then clasped his hands behind his back and paced around the room like Situ Changkong had earlier.

After a while, he suddenly stopped, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.

Huo Jian eagerly asked, "How is it? Grandpa, do you have a solution?"

Huo Dongping nodded: "The best way to solve this problem is to kill Ye Bufan.

As long as he dies, not only will we have our revenge, but when the Palace Lord asks about it then,

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we can just make up any excuse to fob him off, without worrying about being exposed later. We can even twist the story and say that we drove Yun Mountain away."

Huo Jian said worriedly, "Grandpa, that doesn't seem right, does it? After all, so many people saw it."

"What's the use of that? They can't enter the Heavenly Palace and won't be able to see the Palace Lord at all," Huo Dongping said. "Moreover, the Palace Lord usually spends most of his time in secluded Cultivation, so it's unlikely he'll leave the Palace. This matter can be concealed."

"But Grandpa, there's also Situ Changkong and those two Old things. I'm afraid they won't keep our secret then."

Huo Dongping's expression was grim: "The most urgent task is to kill Ye Bufan. Everything else is easy to handle. At most, I'll find an opportunity to erase their memories."

Huo Jian said, "Grandpa, why don't we try a sneak attack and kill him by surprise?"

"That won't work!" Huo Dongping shook his head, "That Young man's Cultivation is very strong; he can even slay a Royal Realm expert. Who knows how much strength and methods he's hidden? Even an assassination doesn't guarantee success.

Once it fails, the consequences will be unimaginable."

"Since a sneak attack won't work, it seems there's no other way."

"Of course there is. We can borrow a knife to kill someone." A cunning glint flashed in Huo Dongping's eyes. "I don't believe that no matter how strong he is, he can be stronger than the Heavenly Palace, stronger than the Palace Lord."

Huo Jian listened, completely bewildered: "Grandpa, what do you mean? How could the Palace Lord help us kill Ye Bufan?"

"Normally, it's impossible, but we can think of some ways…"

Huo Dongping lowered his voice and explained his plan.

Huo Jian said nervously, "Grandpa, will this work?"

"As long as we are careful, it's entirely feasible, and at this point, there's no better solution."

Huo Dongping finished speaking and walked out the door, "Let's go. There's no time to lose. Once that fellow surnamed Ye returns, it will be difficult for us to act."

After saying that, the grandfather and grandson left Xuanyuan Pavilion together and headed towards the Changsun Family.

Inside a villa in the Changsun Family's estate, Ouyang Lan and Changsun Dongju were sitting together chatting. She was knitting a sweater and said, "Why is the house so quiet today?

I don't know where Little Fan and the others went. I always feel like that Young man is hiding something from us."

Ye Bufan hadn't told the two elders about today's challenge, fearing they would worry.

"Big Sister, there's no need to worry. When children grow up, they'll always have their own things to be busy with." Changsun Dongju's mindset was very peaceful. "Our son is so formidable now,

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he can handle many things very well by himself, so we don't need to be anxious."

Ouyang Lan nodded: "Yes, we can't help even if we wanted to."

As soon as she finished speaking, a sudden voice rang out beside them.

"Don't say that; you two are still useful."

Ouyang Lan turned her head and saw an Old man and a Young man who had appeared in their room at some unknown time.

The two were startled. One must know that the Changsun Family's defenses were tight, especially the villa where the two of them lived. The guards were even stricter, and strangers simply couldn't enter.

Changsun Dongju stood up and asked, "Who are you? Who let you in? What do you want to do?"

"What do we want to do? You should ask your good son." Huo Jian looked at the two fiercely and said, "Tell me, which one of you is Ye Bufan's mother?"

"I am!"

Feeling the malice in the other party's words, Ouyang Lan and Changsun Dongju both rushed to answer, neither wanting the other to be harmed.

Huo Jian's expression darkened: "There's a rush for this kind of thing? Honestly, who is it really?"

"I am, I am Little Fan's mother!"

Ouyang Lan said, while giving Changsun Dongju a look, signaling her not to argue with her.

But how could Changsun Dongju let her suffer in her place? She quickly said, "No, no, she's just the adoptive mother. I am Ye Bufan's biological mother. Whatever you want to do, come at me."

"Damn it, there really are two mothers." Huo Jian looked at Huo Dongping, "Grandpa, which one do we take?"

"Take them both."

Huo Dongping finished speaking and flicked his fingers, two successive gusts of Qi sealing Changsun Dongju and Ouyang Lan's acupoints.

Then he and Huo Jian each grabbed one, taking the two out of the room.

"Stop right there!"

As soon as they arrived in the courtyard, a nun holding a long sword blocked their path. It was Qingye Shitai.

Qingye Shitai had been staying at the Changsun Family to Cultivate, also looking after the safety of Ouyang Lan and Changsun Dongju. Hearing the commotion, she immediately came to check and ran head-on into Huo Dongping and his grandson.

"Get lost!"

Huo Dongping merely waved his sleeve, and a violent surge of Qi sent Qingye Shitai flying dozens of meters away. She spat out a mouthful of blood and fainted.

There was nothing to be done; the difference in their Cultivation was simply too great.

Huo Dongping didn't even spare a glance, then grabbed Ouyang Lan and shot into the air. Huo Jian, carrying Changsun Dongju, followed closely behind, and in the blink of an eye, they vanished from sight.