# Chapter 947: Ancient Demon Clan
The little purple creature grinned foolishly, looking completely unconcerned as it lifted its injured leg, pretending to stretch it with ease to show Ye Fan it was fine, nothing to worry about—but it winced in pain.
Ye Fan quickly stopped it, not letting it move again. The little one was clearly seriously injured, yet it wore such an innocent expression, trying to please him like this, which only made his heart ache all the more.
"Who hurt you like this? Who has been here?" he asked softly, his expression appearing calm, but rage surged within him.
The little thing was filthy all over, having wandered outside for who knew how many days. Its fur, once as lustrous as purple silk, had grown dull. It had clearly been through a fright; otherwise, it wouldn't have rushed toward him so quickly upon seeing him, trembling slightly.
That injured leg had been slashed by a sharp weapon. If not for the little creature's profound cultivation, it would have been severed long ago. The attack was precise, ruthless, and venomous. Ye Fan carefully treated its wound, finding traces of black light flowing within, corrosive in nature—no wonder it hadn't healed after so long.
As he used his power to dissolve the black light, he took out a bottle of divine spring water brought from the Forbidden Zone of Life, using it to clean the wound before carefully bandaging it.
Throughout this process, Little Pine trembled in pain but neither struggled nor made a sound, silently enduring, trying its best to act as if nothing was wrong—a pitiful sight.
With Ye Fan personally attending to it, such an injury was naturally nothing serious. The divine spring from the Ancient Forbidden Land possessed powerful vitality, and soon its leg began to improve.
The little one blinked its big eyes, looking down at its injured leg with amazement. It had been in pain for so many days, yet now it was healing rapidly, filling it with immense joy, instantly forgetting all the harm it had suffered.
Ye Fan questioned it seriously. He naturally couldn't let this pass. Someone had tried to kill Little Pine, and if he didn't retaliate, that wasn't his style.
Back in the Big Dipper Star Domain, countless powerful enemies had fallen at his feet, earning him a fearsome reputation. His path was built on blood and bone. Now that he had returned to Earth in this Age of Dharma Decline, to be bullied instead—how could he tolerate it?
Little Pine was gentle and kind, recounting what had happened that day. Ye Fan had been gone for half a month, and during that time, someone had found this place. The little purple creature was very shy and had hidden in the room, not going out. This was also what Ye Fan had instructed before leaving—telling it not to run around.
The visitor was a demonic young man with cultivation. He seemed injured and had spat out some blood. Little Pine, innocent and kind, had carried out a small piece of the Red Moon Fruit Ye Fan had given it and placed it before the man, never expecting to be nearly killed in return.
That man spat out a divine awl, wounding the little purple creature's leg, and sent down a cascade of lightning, blocking its path back to the room.
Little Pine was terrified of thunder and lightning—this was almost innate. When its mother had been protecting it and was killed, it had happened during a thunderstorm. Another time, it had nearly been struck dead on a stone mountain.
Thus, when attacked by that demonic youth this time, it had narrowly escaped disaster and fled in panic, leaving this place.
It had waited for many days, hiding near the underground drainage channels and trash bins, living in fear, until Ye Fan finally returned.
After learning all this, Ye Fan didn't say much. He gently patted its head. This little creature was pure at heart, like a blank sheet of paper. In the past, it had only had a small stone Buddha for company, facing the bright moon alone as it breathed and cultivated, never having interacted with humans. After Ye Fan led it out of the Tibetan region, it had always believed everyone was like him, unaware of the evil in people's hearts, viewing everyone with its own kind-hearted nature.
Even now, the little thing was still confused, asking Ye Fan why that person had treated it that way, what it had done wrong.
"You did nothing wrong. The only fault is that human hearts are too complicated. You'll understand slowly in time."
"Oh." The little purple creature let out an "oh," blinking its big eyes, still puzzled, filled with confusion.
Ye Fan decided that in the future, he would take it to experience some things—only then would it understand.
Little Pine washed off the dust, drank some divine spring water, and finally recovered, becoming lively and agile again. It shelled a plate of pine nuts and carefully handed them to Ye Fan.
Ye Fan accepted them with a smile and gave it a Jade Snake Orchid, its essence overflowing and fragrance spreading. Back when he and Pang Bo were about to leave, they had spent a large amount of Source to purchase many spiritual medicines to bring back.
The little purple creature's big eyes lit up. It hugged the orchid with immense joy, instantly forgetting all the harm it had suffered, laughing without a care—easily satisfied.
Ye Fan didn't need to think hard to guess that this was related to the auctioned Jade Purification Vase. Only that could have attracted cultivators to his door. Sure enough, he soon found a clue: it was a demonic young man who had successfully bid three times. The auction house had his detailed information. After Ye Fan showed the photo to Little Pine, it confirmed he was the one who had struck.
"He's already left B City... It doesn't matter if you flee to the ends of the earth." Ye Fan murmured to himself. That day, he traveled south all the way to Jiujiang, Jiangxi Province.
This was a villa district, not far from Mount Lu, surrounded by mountains and water, with beautiful scenery. Ordinary people could never afford such prices—any single villa was astronomically expensive.
Ye Fan stood in the distance, observing with a strange look. He was not only a cultivator but also had studied Source Arts, making him most skilled at reading the trends of mountains and earth veins.
This place had faint, barely perceptible dragon energy, drawing a strand of essence from the rising purple dragon vein in distant Mount Lu. In this Age of Dharma Decline, this was crucial for aiding cultivation.
Moreover, upon closer inspection, he noticed something unusual. The layout of this villa district held hidden mysteries. If he wasn't mistaken, this area belonged to a single clan.
To outsiders, the property owners might appear independent, with different surnames, revealing nothing. However, he believed this was one clan living in seclusion here, the layout carefully designed.
"There's a faint trace of demonic energy..." Ye Fan murmured, then strode forward.
Little Pine tilted its head, curiously examining the villa district. It only found the scenery beautiful—nestled against mountains and water, with traces of heaven-earth essence flowing that could be breathed in.
Ye Fan vanished with each step, arriving deep within the villa district. He stopped before a central villa with the strongest demonic energy. This spot had the best view, and the underground purple dragon energy was at its densest.
"Master of this place, come out and meet me."
His words immediately stirred the entire villa district. With his powerful divine sense, he could clearly sense at least dozens of gazes sweeping toward him, spying from the shadows.
Someone immediately emerged from the central villa. It was an old man with a complexion as rosy as a baby's, hair white as snow, his complexion excellent and spirit vigorous.
Ye Fan's expression remained unchanged. This was definitely a man of cultivation, his cultivation at the third minor realm of the first secret realm, the Wheel Sea—the Divine Bridge stage.
"Young friend, do you have business here?" he asked with a smile.
"We are both cultivators. No need for concealment. Since I've found my way here, all empty words are useless," Ye Fan said.
The old man's expression immediately turned solemn. He made a gesture inviting Ye Fan inside to talk, and he took a careful look at the little purple squirrel on Ye Fan's shoulder.
Ye Fan's expression was calm as he followed him inside. Through this small corner, he had learned where the current cultivators were. This place, adjacent to Mount Lu, made cultivation possible.
His heavenly eye could see straight through to this old man's origin. Within his body flowed a few strands of demon blood, not very pure. This lineage was likely a descendant of the ancient demon clan.
Entering the hall, the old man invited Ye Fan to sit and had tea served. His words were very polite as he asked what business Ye Fan had.
"I think you know why I've come. Have that young man come out. There's nothing more to say." Ye Fan sipped his tea, speaking calmly.
"Friend, calm your anger. Please don't be hasty." Seeing that Ye Fan had come with ill intent and was so forceful, the old man quickly put on a conciliatory smile.
He said the young man was his worthless grandson, who had done something rash and caused this great trouble. He already knew his mistake, and they were willing to compensate. He begged Ye Fan to show mercy.
"Well said. Rash behavior? For no reason, he suddenly struck with deadly force, trying to kill Little Pine. With such a nature, what use is keeping him? Have him come out and meet me," Ye Fan said with a dark expression.
Little Pine, meanwhile, was very curious, hopping around the room with an innocent look, examining the antiques and other items.
The old man immediately showed a troubled expression. "I hope you can forgive us. We were wrong, but please be lenient. Can we let this matter rest?"
"I'll ask only once: will you have him come out, or must I do it myself?" Ye Fan took a small sip of the fragrant tea, then set down his cup, his expression turning cold.
"My grandson saw a spiritual beast and was naturally curious, so he made a move to subdue it. But he didn't harm anyone—it was just a pet beast. Friend, aren't you overreacting?" The old man was also growing displeased.
"Are you talking about Little Pine? In my view, many people are less humane than it. I'm rather curious—what did your grandson use to wound Little Pine? Seeing you and knowing him, he's not even qualified," Ye Fan said with a cold sneer.
"You... are being too aggressive!" The old man's face darkened. Then, with a flash, he produced a divine awl, dark and gleaming, bearing traces of age.
"Sect Leader-rank artifact." Ye Fan was surprised. In this Age of Dharma Decline, to see such a powerful weapon was truly rare.
Soon, he understood. In ancient times, Earth had been filled with sects and schools, with experts as numerous as clouds. Naturally, many great powers had existed, and their surviving weapons were nothing special.
"This is the weapon," the old man said. Clearly, displaying this artifact was not without its intimidating intent.
When Little Pine saw the dark, gleaming divine awl, its body immediately trembled, clearly recalling that day's encounter. Ye Fan gently patted its head. "I'll forge it into a small knife for you, to trim your nails with in the future."
The old man's face changed color. "Young man, you don't know your place! You're too arrogant!"
At the same time, the door pushed open, and another old man walked out—a cultivator of the Dao Palace Secret Realm. He said coldly, "You should know that in this world, there are people you cannot provoke. Our clan has been passed down since ancient times, never falling. Who dares to act recklessly here?!"
"So you consider yourselves an ancient, undying inheritance?" Ye Fan laughed.
"Sigh, it's been many years since anyone dared to cause trouble here. Young man, you're too young, too ignorant. Haven't you heard of this place called Jiujiang? It's not somewhere you can provoke." The old man who had come out later shook his head.
At the same time, a young man walked out—exactly the demonic youth Ye Fan was looking for. He sat down arrogantly to the side.
Little Pine's body trembled. The last injury had left a deep impression. It had kindly brought out a spiritual medicine to save someone, only to be nearly killed. It still didn't know what it had done wrong.
Ye Fan pointed a finger, and that young man was instantly pinned to the wall. With a casual wave of his hand from across the room, five finger marks appeared on his face, accompanied by a crisp sound.
"You... are going too far! Causing trouble in Jiujiang!" Both old men changed color.
"Is that so? I just don't know my place. I want to provoke you. Let's see what you can do. Anger me, and I'll turn Jiujiang upside down!"
"You won't leave here today. You'll regret this!" The two old men roared, shouting outside for disciples to summon help. Clearly, they had also realized that Ye Fan was not to be trifled with.
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