# Chapter 1327: The Declining Sacred Body Family
"You little brat, let's see if you still dare to talk tough!" A group of older children rushed forward.
This dirty child, with tattered clothes, had bruises and scrapes on his small face, and many contusions on his body, but he was fierce and stubborn, not saying a word as he fought back vigorously, beating two eleven or twelve-year-old children until they cried out in pain.
"Everyone attack together, beat this wild child to death! What ancestor invincible? He still got killed!" Several ringleaders shouted, picking up small wooden sticks and advancing.
The little brat swung his fists fiercely. With a bang, he smashed one older child's face, blood spurting from his nose, and the child immediately began wailing. Some children began to retreat. Although it was a group bullying one person, they still felt afraid and dared not continue.
"What's there to be afraid of? Just a little brat." An older child stepped forward, his palm glowing as he struck at the little brat, showing he knew some cultivation methods.
"Bang!"
The little brat was sent flying, crashing into a corner of the wall. The group of children swarmed over him, punching and kicking.
"We'll beat you to death! Let's see if you still talk tough! What broken Sacred Body? It's long been in decline, yet you still hang it on your lips like it's something to be proud of!"
Among these children, one or two had extraordinary backgrounds. On this ancient star where cultivation was difficult, they had successfully established their foundations, building a solid base. Otherwise, this group of children really couldn't have handled the naturally strong little brat.
"Ah! We're going to beat him to death! Stop kicking!" Suddenly, someone screamed in alarm.
The group of children immediately jumped back. Although they talked tough, they were also afraid of causing a death, all feeling somewhat uneasy.
"It's fine, he won't die. Thick-skinned and tough-fleshed, he's a natural punching bag. But let's stop here for today. If we damage him, who will spar with Cang Yun? The Cang family will blame us."
The children scattered, leaving only the little brat curled up in the corner, blood dripping from his forehead, bruises on his face, but his eyes were bright, like a fierce little tiger, never yielding.
Ye Fan calmly witnessed all of this. Now he walked into the alley, looking at him and asking, "Does it hurt?"
Although the little brat was only six or seven years old, he was very alert. Without saying a word, he stood up and backed away.
"As a descendant of the Sacred Body, why are you being beaten?" Ye Fan said.
The little brat still didn't speak. His dirty little face was tense, and his childish expression carried a kind of distress. Clearly, his heart was not at peace.
"Is the Sacred Body very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.
"Don't you dare disrespect the Sacred Body ancestor! He was very powerful, invincible!" The little brat finally exploded, like a little tiger, his eyes actually somewhat sharp.
"Then why are you being beaten?"
"The world has changed. I can't cultivate." The little brat clenched his small fists. He hadn't cried when beaten just now, but now he secretly wiped away a tear. "If I could cultivate, no one could insult my ancestor, not even those who carry the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline in their veins!"
Ye Fan crouched down, touched his head, and sighed softly. Just as he expected, the little fellow was like he himself had been in the past, facing the same problem.
His hand passed over those bruises. A trace of multicolored light flashed, and all the little brat's internal injuries healed. The blood on his forehead disappeared, leaving not even a scar.
The little brat's tense body relaxed slightly. He looked at Ye Fan with confusion, wondering why he would kindly heal his wounds, so different from everyone he had met before.
"Do you want to cultivate?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes, but I can't. I can never get past that barrier." The little brat was somewhat discouraged, filled with unwillingness, lowering his head and tugging at his tattered clothes.
"If you want, I'll teach you. What great Dao suppression? What heavenly rules? None of it matters." Ye Fan said.
"Really?" The little brat's big eyes immediately lit up, but soon dimmed again. He lowered his head and said, "We've tried many methods, but it never works."
"Do you have any other family?" Ye Fan asked.
"I have a grandfather. His legs aren't good, and his health isn't great." The little brat answered truthfully.
Judging by his clothes, his family circumstances were not good. Otherwise, he wouldn't look like a little beggar, being chased and bullied by a group of children.
Ye Fan felt his limbs. His bones were extraordinary, very suitable for cultivation. Then, he placed his palm on the child's Wheel Sea area. It didn't exceed his expectations—just like himself back then, it was like a piece of divine iron, difficult to melt.
A golden light shot from Ye Fan's fingertip and disappeared into the child's body with a whoosh. The little brat immediately cried out in surprise, his body trembling. His body began to glow, every blood vessel wall translucent, with strands of golden light dots moving.
"Truly remarkable. So much dormant golden blood, not far from a first-generation Sacred Body!" Ye Fan exclaimed in amazement.
This was a genuine descendant of the Sacred Body. Even though long years had passed, the sacred blood in his body had not diminished; it was still astonishingly rich, just hidden away.
This was a kind of atavistic phenomenon. He wasn't a true Sacred Body, but if he continued cultivating, he could reach the peak and transform into a Great Accomplishment Sacred Body like the first generation.
This was truly astonishing. The Sacred Body bloodline had long been severed in the Big Dipper, yet here on this star, he encountered a little brat with such incredible potential.
The so-called inability to cultivate, being suppressed by the Dao—for Ye Fan, this was not impossible to resolve.
"Uncle, can you really make me cultivate, break through this barrier?" The little brat asked nervously, seeing Ye Fan continuously feeling his bones without speaking, feeling very uneasy.
He looked up, his small face full of hope, his bright black-and-white eyes filled with longing, nervously clutching his small clothes.
"Opening the door to cultivation is nothing. The hardest part is breaking the curse. Back then, a Divine King senior used his divine blood to wash my Dao chart, nearly sacrificing his life." Ye Fan was lost in thought, thinking of the Peerless Divine King Jiang Taixu. Such kindness was hard to repay.
It seemed like just decades had passed in a flash, everything still before his eyes—the Divine King's blood staining his white robe, defying heaven to help him continue his path.
He could have everything he had today because the White-Robed Divine King had risked his life to win it for him. Otherwise, he would have been blocked, suppressed by the Dao, and would never have achieved today's fruits.
"This path is full of hardships. Predecessors shed their divine blood for me, risking their lives to exchange for my future path. Now it's time for me to do something for those who come after." Ye Fan murmured to himself.
"Uncle, can I really cultivate?" The little brat looked up, tears welling in his bright big eyes, about to fall.
"You can! But truly breaking through the final shackles still depends on yourself and some opportunities." Ye Fan said, touching his head and giving an affirmative answer.
Back then, the White-Robed Divine King had definitely reached the Sage realm. Using divine blood to wash the Dao chart, breaking the Sacred Body's curse, had nearly cost him his life. In the end, he succeeded, but Ye Fan still suffered Dao injuries.
At that time, it was full of twists and turns. Ye Fan traveled far from home, leaving the Northern Domain alone, entering the Ancient Forbidden Land, and ultimately surviving through nine deaths to carve out a path for himself.
Now, his strength was also at the Sage realm. He could naturally use blood to wash the Dao chart, fighting for a future path for the little brat, but he didn't know if he could avoid hidden Dao injuries.
This was a corner of the city, very quiet. A courtyard looked not small but was dilapidated, probably an ancient building left from the past.
Yang Xi had never been as happy as he was today. His small face was full of excitement. With a bang, he pushed open the broken wooden door and shouted, "Grandfather, I can cultivate!"
In the courtyard were several ancient trees with many fallen leaves. An old yellow dog barked, greeting the little brat Chen Xi, then bared its teeth at Ye Fan.
An old man limped on one foot, his clothes full of patches, equally tattered, with white hair, very aged. He put down a wooden bucket and walked over from the well.
Yang Yunteng was old and frail, his face covered with wrinkles, his old eyes cloudy. He limped over, looked at Ye Fan, and said, "You are?"
"Grandfather, he's a Sacred Body! A Sacred Body who can cultivate! He's going to teach me cultivation methods. I can start cultivating right away! I'm not afraid of them anymore! No one can insult our ancestor! I will definitely defeat those who carry the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline in their veins!"
The little brat shouted, very serious, his small face flushed with excitement, his little hands clenched into fists, gripping tightly.
Ye Fan's body glowed, golden blood rumbling like thunder in his body, but he controlled this pressure well, not letting it burst out, only letting the old man feel this unique Sacred Body aura.
He was very direct, with nothing to hide, explaining his intention. Otherwise, no matter how excitedly a child shouted, it would arouse suspicion.
The old man was stunned. The next moment, he let out a muffled roar, as if he had been suppressed for many years, like an old lion, roaring in grief: "Heaven has mercy! No, it has nothing to do with Heaven. We are going to defy the heavens, break all obstacles! The Sacred Body lineage can finally cultivate!"
He seemed to have endless pent-up anger. At this moment, tears streamed down his aged, wrinkled face, hanging like crystals.
"Back then, the ancestor died at the hands of those carrying the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline! We refuse to accept it!" He roared, as if carrying infinite oppression and frustration.
In ancient times, after that Sacred Body died in battle, his descendants stepped onto the starry sky, learned everything here, were grief-stricken, stopped forever, settled on this ancient star, and established this bloodline.
"The ancestor had long foreseen... that the heavenly rules might change, that the Sacred Body lineage would decline further. I never thought you could go against the current." Old man Yang Yunteng alternated between crying and laughing. Years of suppression made him seem somewhat mad.
This was a declining family. The Sacred Body bloodline was almost severed, but they seemed to harbor some great secrets in their hearts.
Ye Fan knew that if not for the care of successive Guide Envoys, the declining Sacred Body lineage would have long ceased to exist. Being able to reach this point today was truly not easy.
The Sacred Body family, with a dim future, buried ancient secrets in their hearts.
Both the little brat and this old man on the verge of death were grief-stricken and indignant that their ancestor had bled beyond the domain and been buried in a foreign land. They firmly believed the Sacred Body was invincible.
"Do you really think so?" Ye Fan asked the little brat.
Yang Xi's small clothes were tattered, but at this moment, he was like an angry little tiger, shouting, "I firmly believe the Sacred Body ancestor was the strongest! If I could cultivate, and if someone carrying the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline appeared in the future, I would take on ten of them by myself!"
Yang Yunteng didn't speak about that battle from long ago, but his aged face said everything.
Too much time had passed. Ye Fan didn't delve into the details of that battle; it was already impossible to change anything.
"How I wish that all those who fought against the Sacred Body back then had survived. I don't want their Heaven-Dominating Bloodline to congeal. I hope that one day I can personally suppress them." Ye Fan said calmly.
But to the ears of the grandfather and grandson, it was like thunder.
Yang Yunteng said tremblingly, "That's... probably impossible. Too many years have passed. Even if one stands at the peak of the human path, there is always a day of aging."
Upon hearing this, Ye Fan didn't refute or respond. He just looked up at the sky, gazing at the boundless starry expanse.
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