Chapter 1328: Bullying
Although the courtyard was dilapidated, it was very peaceful. Several ancient trees swayed, casting a patch of shade on the ground. Beside the ancient well, the little boy drew a basin of clear water, washed off the dust and grime, revealing a delicate and youthful little face.
"How is it that a small part of the ancient techniques specifically cultivated by the Sacred Body for the various secret realms is missing?" Ye Fan asked.
Upon hearing this, the little boy, not even bothering to wipe the water from his face, ran over to listen to his grandfather's conversation with Ye Fan. The yellow dog stuck out its tongue, wagged its tail, and circled around him, acting ingratiatingly.
Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng both sat on a bluestone, discussing ancient methods. Old man Yang Yunteng was very surprised and said, "This secret technique has been passed down from generation to generation. Could part of it have been lost along the way?"
The years were too distant to investigate. The most precious ancient technique in their hearts was incomplete, and both grandfather and grandson were very nervous and anxious. This was because their ancestors had decreed that this was the orthodoxy of the Sacred Body and must not be lost. Only by cultivating this method could one achieve great perfection and true great accomplishment one day.
"It doesn't matter, I'll complete it for you." Ye Fan released a wisp of divine consciousness, carving this earth-shattering ancient technique into their minds.
Ye Fan settled down here, spending several consecutive days teaching Yang Xi. This child was extremely talented, and coupled with his earnest and hard training, his performance was exceptionally brilliant.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth here was depleted, but that was not a problem for Ye Fan at all. He laid down a small Source Heaven pattern to gather the essence energy from all directions.
In fact, he could directly take out pieces of Divine Source and turn this place into a cave heaven paradise, but he didn't want the little boy to be exposed to such a cultivation environment right from the start.
"Calm your mind and focus your spirit, open the Sea of Suffering." Under the ancient tree, Ye Fan's expression was serious as he urged Yang Xi to concentrate all his spirit on opening his own Sea of Suffering and breaking the shackles.
Ye Fan helped him activate his blood vessels, reviving the dormant golden sacred blood, and then stood by. Two hours later, the unshakable Sea of Suffering suddenly burst into brilliant light, as if it had melted, showing specks of golden radiance.
"Ah... I've channeled spiritual energy, I can cultivate!" The little boy was shocked, opened his eyes, and was extremely excited, jumping up directly.
Seeing Ye Fan glare at him, Yang Xi quickly sat down and said, "Master, I was wrong. I was just too excited. The last few generations of my family couldn't get past this hurdle."
Ye Fan nodded and didn't blame him. The declining Sacred Body lineage hadn't even been able to open the Sea of Suffering for the last few generations, so their current feelings were understandable.
Old man Yang Yunteng was by the well, drawing water to irrigate the vegetable beds. At this moment, he was genuinely happy, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have lessened a bit.
This ancient star suppressed things even more severely than the Big Dipper. The Sacred Body couldn't even get past the Sea of Suffering hurdle, which was truly frustrating.
Next, the little boy became even more serious, cultivating the *Dao Scripture*. This was an ancient and profound scripture, considered the best among the Wheel and Sea ancient scriptures.
Several of Ye Fan's disciples, from Ye Tong to Little Pine, and then to Huahua, had all studied it. Ye Fan had them study it seriously, as it could influence their entire lives. Now that he had met this little boy, he still used this scripture as his foundation.
Ye Fan had created scriptures, but since he hadn't yet cultivated to great perfection himself, he didn't easily pass them on. At the same time, he didn't want his disciples to simply copy his own path.
The little boy didn't know the *Dao Scripture*, but Yang Yunteng had heard of it. He was shocked in his heart. Using this scripture as a guide, the foundation was too deep and solid.
Yang Xi closed his eyes. Although he was young, he sat there like a rock, motionless, with firm faith, completely immersed in it.
Opening the Sea of Suffering couldn't be done overnight. What had just happened was merely the brief boiling of the golden blood dormant within his body. Now it had calmed down.
Ye Fan nodded. This was enough. He had led the little boy onto the path of cultivation. A tiny point of light, the size of a grain of rice, had appeared in his Sea of Suffering, and it needed to be continuously expanded.
"Little boy, come out!" Some children were shouting in the alley.
"Useless Sacred Body, come out! Your ancestors were the strongest? Someone with the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline flowing in their veins has come to suppress you!" Some children were making a ruckus.
Yang Xi opened his eyes. There was anger on his young face, but after glancing at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down again, ignoring the noise, focusing on his cultivation, and blocking out the distractions.
Ye Fan nodded. For a six or seven-year-old child to calm his mind so quickly and let go of his grievances and anger was truly not easy.
"The one who specializes in killing Sacred Bodies has arrived! The Heaven-Dominating Bloodline sweeps everything! Little boy, come out and see how powerful the bloodline of the one who defeated your ancestors is!" A group of children clamored.
Yang Yunteng sighed, shook his head, and felt very helpless.
Yang Xi was very quiet, not saying a word. He sat cross-legged on the bluestone, seizing every second to cultivate, cherishing this hard-won opportunity.
After a long time, the children outside were still shouting, persevering and refusing to leave. Finally, with a bang, they kicked the door open.
When Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, his expression froze. A complex and extremely cold look appeared on his wrinkled face, and then he turned his head away.
"A child from the Cang family?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes." Yang Yunteng nodded, seemingly very reluctant to mention this family, carrying a deep-seated resentment and a knot in his heart.
"Yang Xi, go ahead." Ye Fan spoke, allowing the little boy to stop his cultivation and go outside.
In the alley, a group of children were shouting at Yang Xi, but they were very afraid of one child wearing precious clothes. When he raised his hand, they all stopped and didn't dare to say much.
It was very difficult to cultivate on this ancient star. Only this area could barely support it. This city was located within this Dao soil, and most of the people living in the city were disciples of ancient sects who understood cultivation.
These children came from various large and small sects. They were very afraid of the child in the middle and followed his lead.
His name was Cang Yun. He would only appear once every ten days or half a month. Every time he came, he would seek out the little boy and beat him until he was bloody. Today, he intended to do the same.
"Is this a child from the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline lineage on another life-bearing ancient star?" Ye Fan asked.
Yang Yunteng nodded, his expression cold. He was angry and resentful towards this family. Over the years, they had become more and more excessive, constantly trampling on the dignity of the Sacred Body lineage.
"They are descendants of the Overlord Body. The bloodline in most of their bodies has thinned, but it doesn't affect their cultivation. To build their conviction, they specifically sent some children to this star."
It had been like this for many years. Sometimes, when Yang Yunteng thought about it, he felt it was tragic. The lineage of the Human Clan's Sacred Body had become a sparring partner for others, being humiliated like this.
When Ye Fan paid his respects before the lonely graves in the Human Clan's sacred land, he had already learned from the whispers of those two saints that the person with the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline was buried on another ancient star. Descendants of that clan had come to guard his tomb and had never left.
Relatively speaking, that clan was very different from this one. Although their bloodline had thinned over the ages and no true Overlord Body had ever been born, they were still very powerful.
To cultivate the next generation, the Cang clan would stop at nothing. When they were very young, they would be sent to this ancient star, where cultivation was difficult, to live for a few years. This was to make them understand the changes of the Dao, struggle and be tempered in hardship, and gain insights.
This was an ancestral rule that could not be changed. Upon hearing this, Ye Fan's heart stirred, sensing the extraordinariness of this clan.
However, in recent ages, the descendants of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline lineage had gone too far. They had some children target the Sacred Body lineage, constantly oppressing them, beating them bloody every time.
"The Overlord Body is naturally stronger than the Sacred Body, invincible under heaven. You must surpass them from a young age, trample them underfoot, and build an invincible conviction."
This was what someone from the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline clan had said. Teaching children in this way made old man Yang Yunteng feel grief and indignation every time he thought about it.
"Sacred Body kid, you're no match! How could you possibly be a match for the Overlord Body? You're going to get beaten bloody again today!" Many children shouted.
Yang Xi had only just begun to open his Sea of Suffering and was a beginner. Although he was naturally strong, he was no match for the child opposite him, who had been cultivating for years and understood Dao techniques.
Cang Yun was young, but he had a coldness that belied his age. He kicked the little boy flying with one kick, then followed up and stepped on his chest.
"My ancestors won! The Heaven-Dominating Bloodline lineage is forever stronger than the Sacred Body! Today, every generation of us will trample on your clan! You will never be our match!"
Although Yang Yunteng was very old, he was enraged by a child. He grabbed a hammer in the courtyard and was about to rush out. He had a limp, which he had gotten years ago when he had angrily fought for his son.
Now, his grandson was being treated like this, constantly bullied. His chest heaved violently, and his face flushed red.
Ye Fan stopped him. A wisp of golden light rose from the ground, entered the body of the child Cang Yun, and instantly drained his strength.
Although dealing with a child in this way was beneath his dignity, it was necessary at this moment.
The little boy was very strong. He flipped Cang Yun over in one go and swung his fists, pounding him. In just a few blows, he broke Cang Yun's nose, making him cry and sob, blood continuously dripping down.
"Don't say you don't have the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline in you! Even if you did, it wouldn't mean anything! If we had cultivated for the same amount of time, I could beat a hundred of you by myself! My ancestors were stronger than the Overlord Body!"
The other children were all stunned, not knowing what to do.
"In that era, the Sacred Body fell. The person with the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline also died soon after, right?" Ye Fan asked. He didn't want to touch on Yang Yunteng's pain, but he needed to clarify.
Yang Yunteng nodded. "After that battle, he couldn't leave the Human Clan's Fiftieth Pass. Ten years later, he passed away on that nearby life-bearing ancient star. According to legend, a wisp of imperial might was emitted at the end, but his internal injuries flared up, and he ultimately shattered, turning that ancient star into a strange place, completely different from this star."
Ye Fan nodded. "It seems I need to go to that star and take a look as well."
"Ah..." On the ground, Cang Yun was shouting and crying loudly.
Yang Xi was like a little tiger, sitting astride him, continuously pounding him, venting all the grievances in his heart.
"Cang Yun, you're such an idiot! You can't even beat that little waste from the Sacred Body lineage! He can't even cultivate, and you're letting him sit on top of you and beat you! You've disgraced our entire clan!"
A few older children walked over from a distance, all around twelve or thirteen years old. For their age group, their cultivation was not weak.
Even though only a thin bloodline power remained, they could still cultivate. The descendants of this clan had not been annihilated in the dust of history.
These children were all cold. They either flicked their fingers or raised their feet, divine light flashing, intending to suppress the little boy, carrying an innate sense of superiority and arrogance.
A few wisps of golden light surged up from the ground and drilled into their bodies. With Ye Fan here, how could he let the little boy continue to be bullied as before? Although doing this was beneath his dignity, compared to building Yang Xi's conviction and letting him dispel the humiliation in his heart, what did it matter?
"Ah..."
The children who had just arrived screamed one after another. They were all taken down by the little boy, who punched them one by one, making their mouths and noses bleed.
For so many years, old man Yang Yunteng had felt he had lived a very stifled life. He hadn't taken good care of his son, who had died early. Now his grandson was being bullied. Although it was just a few half-grown children being beaten, he didn't feel the slightest bit guilty.
"Is my grandson... truly an atavism? Does he have boundless sacred blood?" He asked Ye Fan with a trembling voice, about to make a certain decision.
"Yes. As long as he is willing to work hard, he will be no weaker than the Sacred Body ancestors," Ye Fan said.
"There are some things left by our ancestors, entrusted to the Guide Envoy lineage for safekeeping. Perhaps... they will be of great use to you and my grandson." After saying these words, the old man seemed to have untied a knot in his heart and let out a long sigh.