# Chapter 1283: Storming the Yan Clan's Sacred Ground
Ye Fan stood upright with his horizontal spear, arriving before the Yan Clan's mansion. This was an ancient architectural complex, exuding an air of antiquity, having survived since the ancient era, majestic and imposing in scale.
Surrounding it were ancient trees, their branches like twisted dragons stretching vigorously, blocking out the sun and sky with lush greenery, lending the place an air of pure seclusion.
Yu Xian and Rui Wei naturally followed as well, both gazing at this magnificent ancient estate. It occupied a vast area, resembling a small city.
"Brother Ye, perhaps we should forget it. Stirring up trouble like this isn't good. Even the Guide Envoy is wary; we definitely can't afford to provoke them," Rui Wei advised in a low voice.
"What's there to fear? On the Ancient Human Path, everything must be governed by reason. If they dare act recklessly, we don't have to follow any rules either," Yu Xian shot him a glare.
Ye Fan knew that Yu Xian had considerable backing. According to what the Banished Immortal's maidservant Ling'er had said, there was a peerless figure ahead on the path who was connected to her and was extremely difficult to mess with.
"I just happened to pass by last night and saw something. I might have been mistaken," Rui Wei explained.
"Mistaken, my foot! They deliberately let you see it, wanting you to tell Brother Ye. This is a blatant provocation," Yu Xian said crisply.
The blue stone pavement was uneven in some places, worn down by years of trampling. The height difference between the middle of the road and the sides was clearly visible—this was the baptism of time.
In front of the mansion stood a pair of majestic stone qilin. The vermilion gate was wide open, revealing everything inside. A servant, seeing the three of them standing outside, turned and walked back inside.
"We definitely can't force our way in. Let's find a place to have a drink first. Maybe they'll come out in a while," Rui Wei said, unwilling to stir up trouble and afraid of causing a big mess.
"That works too," Ye Fan nodded. He didn't want to drag the other two into this, and besides, he hadn't personally seen those few alien races.
Not far away were tea houses and taverns. They found a small shop and sat down, ordering three bowls of spirit herb porridge and some dried dragon meat. The food in the city was all prepared for cultivators.
On the Ancient Human Path, there was almost no ordinary grain or common food. Everything was either spirit herbs or rare birds and exotic beasts, all rich in intense heavenly essence.
Now, Ye Fan had shaken the Holy City with a single battle, even killing the Great Commander. Many people recognized him and regarded him with awe and reverence.
His appearance naturally drew many gazes. People were watching closely, wondering why he had come here, keenly sensing that this place might become a storm center.
The red sun had risen high. There were more and more people on the streets. A few servants poked their heads out from the Yan family's main gate, looking this way.
Ye Fan stood up. Without mounting his horse, he strode over. The people in the tea houses and taverns immediately began murmuring, and many stood up to follow.
On the street, whether they were original residents of the city or trial participants, everyone made way for Ye Fan. A single battle had established his authority. Someone who dared to kill a city's Great Commander was absolutely an unprovokable overlord.
His reputation had shaken the second Holy City of the Human Clan. It could be imagined that if he continued down this path, he would likely leave behind an immortal legend.
People stepped aside with reverence as Ye Fan walked straight to the Yan Clan mansion. Before him were dozens of white marble steps, appearing solemn and grand, along with dozens of beast-hitching posts.
Many people followed behind, and the area in front of the mansion was cleared into a large open space. Apart from Ye Fan and his two companions, no one else approached.
"What does he want to do? Is he trying to storm the Yan mansion? This is the residence of former Great Commander Yan Yu. Even the Guide Envoy usually shows him some face."
"Could it be that those few alien races are inside the Yan mansion?"
Many people showed strange expressions. This was a sacred ground. Yan Chifeng's great-grandfather was the former Great Commander. Although he had little lifespan left and was about to pass away, he was still alive, and no one dared to provoke him.
"Who are you people? What are you doing standing in front of our Yan mansion?" A servant stood on the white marble steps, looking down. "Idlers are not allowed to loiter here."
Hearing this, the crowd's hearts trembled, and some felt anger. Even with the boldest courage, this servant wouldn't dare say such things unless someone was directing him.
"You three, leave immediately. Don't block the road here," the servant pointed.
Yu Xian's bright eyes widened, her teeth clenched. "You're just a servant, and you dare point at us? This is a public road in the city, not your Yan Clan's territory. What right do you have to act so arrogantly!"
Clearly, this servant had been instructed. He was deliberately provoking them. "This is the road in front of my Yan family's gate, so naturally I can speak. Idlers, disperse quickly and don't block the way here."
Who among those walking the Ancient Human Path could be called "idlers"? This was an insult, especially coming from the mouth of a servant.
Not only did Ye Fan, Yu Xian, and Rui Wei, who were standing in front, change expression, but others also felt indignant. It was grating to the ears. The Yan family's actions were too arrogant. Even if it was intentional, it was too much.
Yu Xian's beautiful eyes flashed with cold light as she prepared to make a move. Just then, through the open vermilion gate, Ye Fan saw a figure in the courtyard—one of the alien races who had surrounded and killed him in the Ancient Dao Arena. The figure cast a cold smirk outward.
Ye Fan strode forward, ascending the white marble steps, intending to enter the mansion. His gaze was filled with killing intent.
"Stop! An idler like you dares to recklessly barge into our Yan mansion? Halt immediately!" the servant shouted loudly.
The entire street fell silent. After yesterday's battle, who would dare speak to Ye Fan like this? Everyone held him in awe. Even the city's foremost figure, the Guide Envoy, couldn't do so. Yet a mere servant dared to speak this way. Was the Yan family too overbearing? No matter how you looked at it, this was an excessive insult.
Of course, everyone understood that this was deliberate—to provoke Ye Fan into making a move. At this moment, the Yan mansion was definitely a dragon's pool and tiger's den!
Ye Fan ascended the dozens of steps, his expression cold as he walked forward. Rui Wei rushed up and grabbed his arm. "Why bother with a servant? You can't enter the Yan mansion. This is a trap to lure you in."
Yu Xian also rushed up, gnashing her teeth. "How infuriating! Let me handle it!" She moved as lightly as an immortal, gracefully heading toward the servant.
Ye Fan reached out and grabbed her, moving with the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger, directly reaching the top of the steps. He looked down at the servant, who nearly collapsed to the ground.
"You... all of you, leave! Don't cause trouble at the Yan mansion, or you'll bear the consequences!" he blustered.
"Slap!"
Ye Fan swung his palm, directly smashing the man into pieces. Broken bones and flesh splattered everywhere. After so many years, he had slaughtered even saints at the Immortal Platform Third Layer Dao Severing realm, let alone now. No one could stop him.
"Brother Ye, you need to calm down. Don't be reckless. They definitely have supreme experts stationed here, confident and waiting for you to walk right in."
Boom!
Ye Fan's next move was simple. Holding the cold, thick black gold long spear with one hand, he thrust it forward, lifting the entire magnificent gate and smashing it into the sky with a thunderous crash.
He directly pierced and shattered the Yan family's towering gate, which spanned dozens of zhang. Dust scattered everywhere. With this action, he expressed his determination to the Yan family of the Human Clan's second Holy City.
Ye Fan stood majestically, his black hair flowing loose, before the Yan Clan mansion. Then he suddenly turned around, facing the heroes on the street. His eyes shot out two cold lightning bolts as he declared in a deep voice: "Everyone, we are all experts walking the Ancient Human Path, all overlords of our domains, all harboring invincible beliefs. But here, what have we encountered? Even a servant dares to act so arrogantly, insulting us trial participants. How can this be tolerated? They insult not just me alone, but all trial participants. Was that contempt just now directed only at me? It was at everyone! Do you still have an invincible heart? Can you endure such humiliation?!"
His words carried weight, echoing through the entire street. "Six alien races entered the Ancient Dao Arena, running rampant, surrounding and killing trial participants, breaking the rules. Someone deliberately let them in! Yet they still roam free without punishment! We demand an explanation! Otherwise, who can guarantee that the next time we enter the trial grounds, we won't be ambushed? Look at what the Yan Clan has done—openly harboring alien races, destroying the fairness of the Ancient Human Path, breaking the laws, corrupting the rules! Everyone has seen with their own eyes what they just did—provoking, belittling the dignity of trial participants! If this can be endured, what cannot? Is there anyone who dares to charge in with me? Overturn the Yan Clan and wash away this disgrace!"
Ye Fan roared, the black long spear in his hand gleaming with cold metallic light, pointing diagonally at the sky. His aura swallowed mountains and rivers, surging like a tsunami.
"We have received unfair treatment, being surrounded and killed by alien races in the trial grounds. We must have an explanation! Otherwise, more people will come to break the rules ahead. I believe that if the enforcers of the ancient path arrive, they will surely support us! Today, there must be an explanation! Let me be the first to strike—charge into the Yan Clan, cut down this injustice. Someone must stand up!"
Ye Fan shouted, striding forward, charging into the courtyard. The long spear in his hand clanged, each sharp edge tearing through heaven and earth.
"That's right! We need an explanation! If the rules are broken like this, and every trial ground does the same, one day we'll die without even knowing how!"
"Demand justice! They let alien races into the Ancient Dao Arena, yet in the end, there's no explanation, and they still roam free. Now they've even been welcomed into the Yan Clan mansion—the residence of the former Great Commander! What does this mean? If they don't make it clear, this matter won't end!"
Many trial participants shouted, following behind. In the end, it was the Great Commander Yu Han who had gone too far. As a protector, he had secretly harmed cultivators, chilling everyone's hearts and making them fear such things would continue.
At this moment, it wasn't for Ye Fan, but for their own future safety, that they added their voices in support. Although many wouldn't actually fight, they still followed in.
Even more people were just eager for chaos, shouting loudly. The original residents of the city also joined in. There were truly too many people dissatisfied with the Yan Clan. Their usual arrogance had long stirred up public outrage.
"Charge in! Demand to know! Why is the Yan family so bold, harboring alien races and killing trial participants without cause?"
"I want to ask the Yan Clan—who gave you the right? Even a servant dares to be so arrogant, humiliating us. What are you trying to do?!"
The place descended into complete chaos. No one actually made a move except Ye Fan at the front, but the crowd behind roared, whether in support or agitation, creating an overwhelming momentum.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
Ye Fan shouted, immediately spotting two alien race experts. These two had deliberately shown themselves to provoke Ye Fan into charging in. But they hadn't expected this turn of events—a crowd roaring, stirred up by Ye Fan, storming into the large courtyard.
The two tore open the void, trying to flee.
"Woo... woo..."
A strange howl sounded. Ye Fan hurled the black long spear in his hand. A black light pierced through the heavens. With a "pu," it impaled one of them. Blood rained down as the spear pinned him in front of a giant gate, dripping with blood!
At the same time, Ye Fan drew his bow. A white bone arrow shot out, and with a "pu," it killed the second one alive. A miserable scream rang out as he exploded in midair, blood and bone fragments scattering.
"Today, Ye seeks an explanation from the Yan Clan!" Ye Fan roared, his black hair flying.
"Who dares to cause trouble in the Yan Clan's sacred ground?!" A majestic voice rang out.
(To be continued)