Chapter 1282: Intruding into the Yan Tribe's Stronghold

Chapter 1283: Breaking into the Yan Clan's Stronghold

Ye Fan immediately held his spear horizontally and arrived in front of the Yan Clan's mansion. This was a cluster of ancient buildings, exuding an aura of age, surviving from antiquity to the present day, grand and imposing in scale.

All around stood ancient trees, their branches gnarled like dragons, obscuring the sun, a lush green that made the place seem serene and otherworldly.

Yu Xian and Rui Wei naturally followed, gazing together at the magnificent ancient compound, which covered a vast area, resembling a small city.

"Brother Ye, perhaps we should reconsider. Continuing this commotion isn't good. Even the Emissary is wary, and we certainly can't afford to provoke them," Rui Wei whispered, advising him.

"What's there to be afraid of? On the ancient starry road, everything must adhere to reason. If they dare to act recklessly, we don't need to abide by any rules," Yu Xian retorted, glaring at him.

Ye Fan knew that Yu Xian had an extraordinary background. According to Ling'er, the Celestial Maiden's maid, an unparalleled talent on the path ahead was connected to her and was extremely difficult to provoke.

"I just happened to see it last night when I passed by; I might have been mistaken," Rui Wei explained.

"Mistaken about what? It's clear they deliberately let you see it, so you'd tell Brother Ye. This is blatant provocation," Yu Xian's voice was clear and crisp.

The bluestone pavement had uneven sections, worn down by years of treading. The middle of the road was noticeably lower than the sides, a testament to the passage of time.

In front of the mansion stood a pair of majestic stone Qilin statues. The vermilion gate was wide open, allowing a view of everything inside. A servant, seeing the three of them stopped outside, turned and walked further in.

"We certainly can't force our way in. Let's find a place for a drink first. Perhaps they'll come out later," Rui Wei said, unwilling to cause trouble, fearing a major problem.

"Alright," Ye Fan nodded, not wanting to drag the two of them into it. Besides, he hadn't personally seen those foreign races.

Not far away were tea houses and taverns. They found a small shop and sat down, ordering three bowls of medicinal porridge and some dragon jerky. All the food in the city was prepared for cultivators.

On the ancient starry road, there was hardly any ordinary grain food. It was either medicinal herbs or rare birds and beasts, all imbued with rich essence of heaven and earth.

Now, Ye Fan had shaken the Holy City with a single battle, even killing the Grand Commander. Many people recognized him and regarded him with awe upon seeing him.

His appearance naturally drew many gazes. People watched closely, wondering why he was there, acutely aware that this place would likely become a center of commotion.

The red sun had risen high in the east, and the streets were becoming more crowded. Several servants poked their heads out from the Yan family's main gate, looking in their direction.

Ye Fan stood up, not riding a horse, and strode forward. People in the tea houses and taverns immediately began to whisper, and many stood up as well.

On the street, both native residents and trial-takers alike made way for Ye Fan. With one battle, he had established his might; anyone who dared to kill a city's Grand Commander was undoubtedly an unprovokable overlord.

His prestige had shaken the Second Human Holy City. It was foreseeable that if he continued this path, he would likely leave behind an immortal legend.

With reverence, people made way. Ye Fan went straight to the Yan Clan mansion. In front of it were dozens of white marble steps, appearing solemn and grand, along with dozens of animal tethering posts.

Many followed behind, and a large area in front of the mansion was cleared. Apart from Ye Fan and his two companions, no one dared to approach.

"What does he intend to do? Does he mean to break into the Yan Mansion? This is the former Grand Commander Yan Yu's residence. Even the Emissary normally gives him respect."

"Could it be that those foreign races are actually in the Yan Mansion?"

Many people showed surprise. This was an important place. Yan Chifeng's great-great-grandfather was the former Grand Commander. Although his lifespan was nearing its end and he was about to pass away, he was still alive, and no one dared to provoke him.

"Who are you, standing in front of my Yan Mansion?" A servant stood on the white marble steps, looking down, and said, "Unauthorized persons are not permitted to loiter here."

Upon hearing this, everyone's hearts trembled, and some even felt a surge of anger. Even with immense courage, this servant shouldn't dare to utter such words; it was clear someone had instigated him.

"You three, leave quickly. Do not block the path here," the servant pointed.

Yu Xian's bright eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth, saying, "You, a mere servant, dare to point fingers at us? This is a public road in the city, not your Yan Clan's land. How dare you act so arrogant and overbearing!"

Evidently, this servant had been instructed and deliberately provoked them, saying, "This is the road in front of my Yan family's gate, so of course I can speak. Unwanted persons, disperse quickly, do not block the way here."

Among those who embarked on the ancient starry road, who could be called "unwanted persons"? This was a profound insult, especially coming from a servant's mouth.

Not only did Ye Fan, Yu Xian, and Rui Wei, who stood at the front, change expression, but others also felt indignant and found it grating. The Yan family's actions were too arrogant; even if deliberate, they were going too far in their oppression.

Yu Xian's beautiful eyes flashed with cold light, about to make a move. Just then, Ye Fan, through the open vermilion gate, caught sight of a figure in the courtyard. It was one of the foreign races who had ambushed him in the Primordial Dao Field, casting a cold smirk as he glanced outside.

Ye Fan strode forward, ascending the white marble steps, intending to enter the mansion, his gaze filled with intense killing intent.

"Stop! You, an unauthorized person, dare to trespass into my Yan Mansion? Stop at once!" the servant shouted loudly.

The entire street fell silent. After yesterday's battle, who would dare to speak to Ye Fan like that? Everyone held him in immense awe; even the city's foremost figure, the Emissary, couldn't act this way.

It was just a servant, yet he dared to speak like this. The Yan family was too overly powerful and arrogant, going too far in their humiliation.

Of course, everyone understood that this was deliberate, meant to provoke Ye Fan into action. At this moment, the Yan Mansion was undoubtedly a dragon's den!

Ye Fan ascended the dozens of steps, his expression cold, and walked forward. Rui Wei rushed up, grabbing his arm, saying, "Why bother stooping to the level of a servant? You can't enter the Yan Mansion; this is a trap to lure you in."

Yu Xian also rushed up, gritting her teeth, saying, "Damn it, let me handle this!" She moved gracefully like a fairy, elegantly heading straight for the servant.

Ye Fan reached out and grabbed her, then advanced with powerful strides, directly to the steps, looking down at the servant, causing him to almost collapse to the ground.

"You... all of you, get away! Do not cause trouble at the Yan Mansion, or you'll face the consequences!" he blustered, his voice betraying his inner fear.

*Slap!*

Ye Fan swung his palm, directly smashing the servant, scattering fragmented bones and flesh everywhere. For so many years, he had even slain saints at the Immortal Three Slaying Dao Realm, let alone now. No one could stop him.

"Brother Ye, you must calm down, don't be reckless. They definitely have peerless masters stationed inside, acting without fear because they're waiting for you to come to their door."

Ye Fan then made only one move: holding the cold, long, and thick black-gold spear with one hand, he used a single thrust to lift the entire magnificent gate, shattering it with a thunderous roar into the sky.

He directly pierced and pulverized the Yan family's majestic gatehouse, which spanned dozens of zhang, sending dust flying everywhere. With this action, he demonstrated his resolve to the Yan family of the Second Human Holy City.

Ye Fan, tall and imposing, with his black hair flowing, stood in front of the Yan Clan mansion. Then, he sharply turned around, facing the many powerful figures on the street. Two cold streaks of lightning shot from his eyes as he spoke in a deep voice, "Everyone, we are all strong cultivators who have embarked on the ancient starry road, lords of our own regions, all harboring an invincible belief. But here, what have we encountered? Even a mere servant dares to be so arrogant and insult us trial-takers! How can this be tolerated? They are not insulting just me, but all trial-takers! Was that kind of insolence just aimed at me? No, it was aimed at everyone! Do you still possess an invincible heart? Can you endure such humiliation?!"

His words resonated powerfully, echoing throughout the entire street: "Six foreign races entered the Primordial Dao Field, acting recklessly, ambushing trial-takers, and breaking the rules. Someone deliberately let them in, yet now they are still at large! They haven't been punished. We demand an explanation! Otherwise, who can guarantee that the next time we enter a trial ground, we won't be secretly harmed? Look at what the Yan Clan has done: openly shielding foreign races, destroying fairness on the ancient starry road, violating laws, and corrupting rules! Everyone here has witnessed what they just did – provoking and belittling the dignity of trial-takers. This is beyond endurance! Is there anyone who dares to charge in with me? Let's overturn the Yan Clan and cleanse this shame!"

Ye Fan roared, the black spear in his hand glinting with a cold metallic luster. He pointed it diagonally towards the southern sky, as if to swallow mountains and rivers, his might surging like a tsunami.

"We have received unfair treatment, ambushed by foreign races in the trial ground. We must have an explanation! Otherwise, more people will come to break the rules on the path ahead. I believe that if the law enforcers of the ancient road arrive, they will surely support us! Today, there must be an explanation! Let me be the first to act: charge into the Yan Clan, and cut down this injustice. Someone always has to step forward!"

Ye Fan shouted, striding forward, forcing his way into the courtyard. The spear in his hand clanged, and its sharp edges seemed to tear through the heavens and earth.

"That's right, we need an explanation! If the rules are broken like this in every trial ground, one day we'll die without even knowing how!"

"We demand justice. Foreign races were allowed into the Primordial Dao Field, but in the end, there's no explanation, and they're still at large. Now, they've even been taken into the Yan Clan mansion—the former Grand Commander's residence! What does this imply? Unless there's a clear explanation, this matter cannot be dropped!"

Many trial-takers started shouting, following closely behind. Ultimately, Grand Commander Yu Han had gone too far. As a protector of the law, he secretly harmed cultivators, striking fear into everyone, who worried that such incidents would continue to happen.

At this moment, it wasn't just for Ye Fan, but for their own future safety, that they also cheered him on from behind. Although many would not directly intervene, they still followed him in.

Even more people, who feared no chaos, shouted loudly. The city's native residents also joined the clamor. There were truly too many people dissatisfied with the Yan Clan; their usual arrogance and overbearing conduct had long aroused public resentment.

"Let's break in and demand an explanation! Why is the Yan family so audacious, harboring foreign races and killing trial-takers without cause?"

"I want to ask the Yan Clan: who gave you the right for even a servant to be so arrogant and insult us? What do you intend to do?!"

The place erupted into complete chaos. No one actually made a move; only Ye Fan was at the front, but the people behind him were shouting, whether stirring up trouble or simply cheering, creating an immense clamor.

"Where do you think you're going?!"

Ye Fan roared, instantly spotting two foreign strongmen. These two had deliberately shown themselves to provoke Ye Fan and lure him into charging in. However, they hadn't anticipated such a turn of events, with a crowd of people roaring and incited by Ye Fan, rushing into the large courtyard.

The two tore open space, turning to flee.

*Whoosh!*

A strange whistle sounded. Ye Fan shook his hand and hurled the black spear. A dark light pierced through the sky, and with a "thud," it impaled one of them. Blood rained down as the spear pinned him, dripping with blood, to a massive archway!

At the same time, Ye Fan drew his bow, and a bone arrow shot out. With a "thud," it shot the second person dead, who let out a mournful shriek, exploding in the sky, scattering blood and bone fragments.

"Today, I, Ye, demand an explanation from the Yan Clan!" Ye Fan roared, his black hair swirling.

"Let's see who dares to cause trouble in the Yan Clan's important territory?!" a majestic voice boomed.