# Chapter 1333: The Strong Are Respected
This mountain range was very magnificent, covering a vast area. Various ancient trees grew, taking root on cliffs and precipices, verdant and emerald green, shimmering with colorful light, as if carved from jade.
Furthermore, spiritual springs gurgled, cascading down the sheer cliffs, transforming into silver waterfalls, as if the Nine Heavens' Milky Way was pouring down, accompanied by wisps of thin mist and colorful haze.
As for ancient medicinal herbs, they were everywhere, taking root at the foot of the mountains, on the cliffs, and before the platforms, their fragrance assailing the nose, their luster dotted about, swaying out strands of auspicious light and waves of fragrance.
"Uncle, what is that?" Little Yang Xi asked, his big eyes rolling around, curious about everything he saw.
"That is a Qilin beast, possessing a thin trace of immortal bloodline," Ye Fan replied, telling him that this was not a true Qilin, but merely one of its bloodlines left in the world.
Before a stone wall, a single Qilin lay reclining, purple qi rising, a hazy mist surrounding it. Around it, orchids and other herbs grew, the ground covered in multicolored light. This was a place where ancient medicinal herbs flourished vigorously, without a single weed.
"What is that fiery red little bird? Ah, it spat fire and melted an entire mountain peak!" Yang Xi was astonished, his small mouth wide open. He had never seen such creatures before.
"That is a Fire Sparrow, rumored to be a descendant of the Vermilion Bird. Hmm, it's not easy for it to have grown to this stage," Ye Fan said.
This Fire Sparrow was only the size of a palm, its entire body bright red, its feathers gorgeous, as if cast from Phoenix Blood Red Gold. With a light flap of its wings, its dharma power was immense, appearing at the mouth of a volcano, causing even the Great Dao to rumble.
Within the Cang Clan's mountain gate, dozens or even hundreds of mountain peaks stood side by side. Many rare birds and auspicious beasts appeared, each one a strange species from before the Primordial Era. Some were rarely seen in the outside world anymore.
A middle-aged man couldn't stand it any longer and shouted, "Sacred Body, don't go too far! What do you think this place is? Do you think our Cang Clan has no one? Leave immediately, or face the consequences!"
"I haven't broken into the Cang Clan. I'm just taking this child to look around outside. What's wrong with that?" Ye Fan said very calmly.
"This is our clan's pure land. Outsiders, especially you of the Sacred Body lineage, are not allowed to set foot here. You are offending our dignity!" he rebuked.
Ye Fan's face immediately darkened. "So this counts as offending you? Then let me ask, what did you do on that other ancient star? You broke into the home of the Sacred Body lineage, humiliated and trampled on them. This child, from a young age, has had bruises and bloodstains all over his body. You really could bring yourselves to do that!"
Within the mountain gate, the group of people's expressions froze, then turned gloomy, extremely cold, without an immediate response.
"Over so many years, has the Sacred Body lineage ever provoked anyone? You bully and humiliate them at every turn, isn't that enough? Today, I bring this child here, and this counts as offending you? Comparing the two, what is this!" Ye Fan shouted.
These people finally understood. The Sacred Body from the Burial Emperor Star had come with the child with ill intentions. They exchanged glances, their expressions cold, their hostility heavy.
"Uncle..." Yang Xi called out softly.
"It's fine. They're not scary at all. Maybe they'll even welcome us in," Ye Fan said. He had come here to erase the shadows in Little Yang Xi's heart.
"I'm not afraid. In the future, I'll personally defeat every single one of them!" The little guy puffed out his chest, his expression radiant.
"The descendant of a loser dares to come here and talk nonsense?" A young man within the Cang Clan's mountain gate finally couldn't hold back, sneering coldly.
"In this world, the strong are respected. Our ancestors defeated the Sacred Body. The descendants of the Heaven-Dominating Bloodline are destined to surpass the eliminated Sacred Clan bloodline. Using you to temper ourselves, what's wrong with that?"
This was an arrogant sense of superiority, a strong hostility, carrying a feeling of superiority, and a naked humiliation.
Of course, the two who spoke also knew their limits. They didn't dare to step out of the mountain gate, only sneering from within the pure land, standing on the mountain peak with their arms crossed, looking down coldly.
"Is that so? The strong are respected. This world really is cruel. Well then, I'll try my best to be a strong one and see how it goes." As Ye Fan spoke, he vanished with a whoosh.
"Boom!"
The ancient great formation before the mountain gate was impacted, releasing surging divine power fluctuations. Various Dao patterns interwove, grinding away all invaders, a terrifying sacred might spreading.
However, this couldn't stop Ye Fan at all. He had cultivated the Stride Art to a miraculous level. Once this secret technique was activated, it could ascend to the Nine Heavens above or descend into the Nether Springs below. There was nowhere in heaven or earth it couldn't go. It was an ultimate method for breaking formations.
The ancient sacred slaughter formation couldn't stop Ye Fan. He entered the mountain gate, appeared on that mountain peak, and struck decisively.
"Stop him!"
A group of people shouted. The enemy's attack was swift, fast as a divine lightning bolt, arriving in an instant, catching everyone off guard.
Bang!
When some experts made their move, Ye Fan had already grabbed two young men and retreated, breaking out of the mountain gate.
This was a deterrent. Taking the enemy's head from amidst ten thousand troops was as easy as reaching into his pocket. Ye Fan had directly captured the two young men who had spoken rudely.
"Since the strong are respected, then I'm sorry for you two weaklings. I also need some tempering. I'll use you to practice!" Ye Fan said coldly.
"Slap!"
He swung his palm, sending one man flying, blood splattering. Then he followed up, stepping down on him from midair, crushing him to the ground.
"Owww..." This man screamed, his voice no longer human. His entire body was nearly broken by Ye Fan's foot. This was all because Ye Fan held back; otherwise, where would his life be?
"Don't!" The other man shouted, scared out of his wits. Just watching made his whole body ache, and now it was his turn.
Ye Fan naturally didn't stop. He placed him in front of him, swung his right leg with force, and then kicked him away like a soccer ball.
"Boom!"
In the distance, a low mountain was collapsed by this man. Dust and smoke filled the air, and heart-wrenching screams came from there, continuous wailing.
"Survival of the fittest, that's all it is. Today, I'm stronger than you. It seems this is a good place for me to temper myself." Ye Fan pulled Little Yang Xi forward, kicked them one by one again, sending them crashing into a pile of rubble.
This was a beating!
Right in front of the Cang Clan, at their mountain gate, he was disciplining their clan's disciples. In that instant, it became deathly quiet. No one could believe this fact.
Then, the pure land exploded. Numerous magical artifacts flew out, all shimmering with multicolored light, bombarding Ye Fan, trying to kill him on the spot.
Ye Fan was very calm. Without spending much effort to resist, he activated the Weapon Art, directly controlling the two captives, using them to meet these weapons and artifacts. The light immediately faded, and the attack stopped at once.
"Sacred Body, you have angered our Cang Clan! This is an insult to us. You won't escape today!" Someone with a hot temper inside the mountain gate roared.
"If not for the protection of the Guide Envoy, your clan would have been exterminated long ago. The descendant of a loser dares to come to our clan's doorstep and make a move? Unforgivable!"
This had never happened before. Over so many years, generation after generation, they had always held the advantage. When had they ever been "bullied" by their destined enemy's lineage like this? Their eyes were all splitting with rage.
Ye Fan unhurriedly gave the two young men another beating, then stood on them with the little boy, his expression calm. "Everything I do follows your way of thinking. I'm strong, so I trample you underfoot. Isn't that normal? You're just losers. Isn't this how you should be treated?"
As he said these words, he gave them another fierce punishment, nearly breaking all their bones, and finally threw them into the mountain gate like trash.
Boom!
Within the Cang Clan, a peerless domineering aura erupted. A stone mountain split open, and a figure like a demon god rushed out, ascending to the high heavens.
"Sacred Body from the Burial Emperor Star, how dare you insult my clan! The Heaven-Dominating Bloodline cannot be bullied. You won't leave today!"
Ye Fan's reaction was very calm, looking unconcerned. "This doesn't count as much of an insult, does it?"
The group of Cang Clan members went crazy. Over so many years, who had dared to come here and cause trouble? This was the first time. And this person said it didn't count for much. Truly hateful. Everyone was furious.
Ye Fan remained as calm as the clouds and wind. "Isn't this something you do all the time? I'm far from matching you. If I've done anything poorly, please forgive me."
"Ah!" Everyone almost jumped up. This was a naked slap in the face, and he still acted so nonchalant. Infuriating! Many people gnashed their teeth, wishing they could tear him into pieces.
This sage who had come out was very fierce, tall and mighty, like a demon god. He didn't want to say anything more and was about to charge out.
Suddenly, an old man appeared silently, grabbing his arm, preventing him from leaving the mountain gate. The others also quieted down.
"Young man, you've gone too far," the old man said expressionlessly.
"Not really, have I?" Ye Fan was still the same, neither forceful nor violent, a bit casual. When he said these words, he even sounded questioning, as if still seeking the other party's opinion.
"Infuriating!" Some people were so angry they wanted to skin him alive, unable to hold back from attacking.
"Young man, you need to know when to advance and when to retreat." This old man's face darkened as he stared at him. "Breaking into our ancestral mausoleum is disrespectful, even an insult. Coming to our clan's doorstep..."
"I don't think these charges hold," Ye Fan shook his head, interrupting his words. "Throughout the ages, many people have gone to that great tomb to pay respects. Everyone in the Fiftieth City of the Human Clan knows this. Why is it not allowed when I do it?"
A group of people was furious, many shouting out.
"Your clan and our Heaven-Dominating Bloodline are destined enemies. You're a loser. Climbing that great tomb is the most serious provocation. Others climbing there is understandable, but your clan absolutely cannot!"
"What right does the descendant of a loser have to set foot on our clan's sacred ground? This is a disgrace!"
Many young people glared angrily. They were young and hot-blooded, carrying a sense of superiority when facing the Sacred Body clan. Naturally, they couldn't bear it.
"You say this is a disgrace. Then why did you go to that lonely Sacred Body tomb on another ancient star and act wantonly? You bullied his descendants and even carved words on the stone wall before his tomb. Isn't that more serious? Why the double standard?" Ye Fan said coldly.
"You're out of line!" Some within the Cang Clan had already reached their limit.
"I'm not out of line at all." Ye Fan shook his head, returning to his casual demeanor. "I haven't disrespected your ancestors, nor have I carved any random words. I only picked two medicinal kings there. This is the compensation for bullying Little Yang Xi, for covering him in bruises."
The Cang Clan members almost spat blood. Those were two medicinal kings! The most precious things in this world, enough to make even Great Sages bow down, capable of extending one's lifespan. Some of the clan's elders with little time left felt like dying when they learned of this.
Ye Fan said casually, "Don't worry. Before I left, I set up some Source Heaven arrays there and transplanted over a dozen rare ancient herbs. In about twenty or thirty thousand years, they'll all become medicinal kings. You won't be at a loss."
The group wanted to spit blood again. Transplanting ancient herbs in their ancestral land? Whose medicinal field was that? Besides, who could wait twenty or thirty thousand years? Every single one of them wanted to eat him alive.
"I wonder if, twenty or thirty thousand years from now, I'll still have the chance to go back and pick the medicinal herbs I planted myself," Ye Fan mused aloud, feeling quite pleased with himself.
"Damn you!" was what everyone wanted to curse out loud.
At this moment, only Little Yang Xi looked at Ye Fan with an expression of pure admiration.