Chapter 1325: Declining Holy Body Family

"Look at you, you little brat, still talking tough," a group of older children yelled as they rushed forward.

The dirty child, dressed in ragged clothes, had a bruised and purple face and many contusions on his body. Yet, he was fierce and stubborn. Without uttering a word, he fought back fiercely, making two eleven or twelve-year-olds scream in pain.

"Let's all get him! Kill this wild child! What's this talk about an invincible ancestor? He still got beaten to death!" a few ringleaders shouted, stepping forward with small wooden sticks.

The little brat swung his fist forcefully, hitting one of the older children squarely in the face with a thud, causing blood to spurt from his nose and him to cry out in agony. Some children began to back off, realizing that despite being a group against one, they were still afraid and dared not continue.

"What's there to be scared of? He's just a little brat," an older child said, stepping forward. His palm glowed as he lunged at the little boy, showing he knew some cultivation methods.

"Thud!" The little boy was immediately sent flying, landing in the corner. A swarm of children rushed him, punching and kicking.

"We'll beat you to death! Still talking tough? Your 'Sacred Body' is long gone, decayed. You still brag about it as if it's something to be proud of."

One or two of these children were clearly from unusual backgrounds. They had successfully built their foundations on this ancient star, where cultivation was difficult, laying down a solid base. Otherwise, this group of children wouldn't have been able to handle the naturally strong little boy.

"Oh no, he's going to die! Stop kicking him!" someone suddenly screamed.

The group of children immediately jumped back. Although they had been shouting fiercely, they were also afraid of causing a death and all seemed uneasy.

"It's fine, he won't die. He's got thick skin and flesh, born to be a punching bag. But let's stop here for today. If we break him, who will practice with Cang Yun? The Cang family will blame and punish us."

The group of children scattered, leaving only the little boy curled up in the corner. Blood streamed from his forehead, and his face was bruised. His eyes were bright, like a fierce little tiger, and he had never given in.

Ye Fan had calmly witnessed all of this. He now walked into the alley, looked at the boy, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

Although the little boy was only six or seven years old, he was very wary. He stood up without a word and stepped back.

"As a descendant of the Sacred Body, why are you being beaten?" Ye Fan asked.

The little boy still didn't speak, his dirty face tight. His youthful expression showed distress, clearly indicating his inner turmoil.

"Is the Sacred Body very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.

"Don't you dare look down on the Sacred Body Ancestor! He was very powerful, invincible!" the little boy finally burst out, like a small tiger, his eyes surprisingly sharp.

"Then why were you beaten?"

"The world has changed, I can't cultivate." The little boy clenched his small fists. He hadn't cried when he was beaten just now, but now he secretly wiped away a tear. "If I could cultivate, no one would be able to humiliate my ancestor, not even those with the Hegemon Blood of the Heavens flowing in their veins!"

Ye Fan squatted down, patted his head, and sighed softly. Just as he expected, the little one was facing the same problem he had once encountered.

His hand passed over the bruises, and a faint glow shimmered. All the hidden injuries on the little boy's body improved; the bloodstains on his forehead vanished, leaving no scars.

The little boy's tense body relaxed slightly. He looked on in confusion, wondering why this person was so kind as to heal his wounds, completely unlike anyone he had met before.

"Do you want to cultivate?" Ye Fan asked.

"Yes, but I can't cultivate. I can never cross that threshold," the little boy said, disheartened and full of unwillingness. He lowered his head, tugging at the ragged corner of his clothes.

"If you want, I can teach you. Grand Dao suppression, heavenly rules – none of that matters," Ye Fan said.

"Really?" The little boy's large eyes immediately lit up but quickly dimmed again. He lowered his head and said, "We've tried many methods, but it never works."

"Do you have any other family members at home?" Ye Fan asked.

"I have a grandfather. He has trouble with his legs and isn't very well," the little boy replied truthfully.

One could tell from his clothes that his family was not well-off. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like a little beggar, chased and bullied by a group of children.

Ye Fan touched his limbs, noting his remarkably elegant bones, which were highly suitable for cultivation. Then, he placed his palm on the boy's Sea of Rundas. As expected, just like his own experience years ago, it felt like a block of divine iron, incredibly difficult to open.

A golden light shot from Ye Fan's fingertip, streaking into the child's body with a whoosh. The little boy immediately cried out, his body trembling. His body began to glow, every blood vessel wall became translucent, and streaks of golden light points moved within.

"Truly remarkable! So much golden blood lying dormant. Even if it's not the original Sacred Body, it's not far off!" Ye Fan exclaimed in admiration.

This was a true descendant of the Sacred Body. Even after a long time, the sacred blood within him remained undiminished and astonishingly potent, simply dormant.

This was an atavistic phenomenon; he wasn't a true Sacred Body from birth, but if he continued to cultivate, he could reach the peak and later transform into a great accomplished Sacred Body, like the original.

This was truly astonishing. The Sacred Body bloodline had long been severed in Beidou, yet here he encountered a little boy with such incredible potential.

What was considered an inability to cultivate, suppressed by the Grand Dao, was not entirely unresolvable for Ye Fan.

"Uncle, can you really let me cultivate, and break through this barrier?" the little boy asked nervously. Seeing Ye Fan continue to feel his bones without speaking, he felt very uneasy.

He tilted his head back, his small face filled with hope, and his large, clear eyes brimming with desire. He nervously clutched the corner of his small shirt.

"Opening the door to cultivation is nothing. The hardest part is breaking through the curse. Back then, a senior Divine King used his divine blood to cleanse my Dao chart, almost sacrificing his life," Ye Fan said, lost in thought. He remembered the Peerless Divine King Jiang Taixu, an act of kindness that was hard to repay.

Vaguely, decades, almost a century, had passed in a flash, yet everything seemed fresh in his mind. The Divine King, his white robe stained with blood, defied the heavens to help him continue his path.

All that he had today was fought for by the White-Clothed Divine King at the cost of his own life. Otherwise, he would likely have remained hindered, suppressed by the Dao, making it difficult to achieve his current cultivation.

"This path is arduous. My predecessors shed divine blood and sacrificed their lives to clear the way for me. Now, it's time for me to do something for future generations," Ye Fan murmured to himself.

"Uncle, can I really cultivate?" The little boy looked up, his bright eyes welling up with tears that were about to fall.

"You can! However, breaking through the final shackles truly depends on yourself and some fortuitous encounters," Ye Fan said, patting his head and giving him a definitive answer.

Back then, the White-Clothed Divine King must have reached the Saint Realm to cleanse the Dao chart with divine blood and break the Sacred Body curse. Yet, he still nearly sacrificed his life. He succeeded, but Ye Fan also subsequently faced complications from the Grand Dao.

At that time, it was truly a series of twists and turns. Ye Fan traveled far from home, left the Northern Region alone, and entered the Primeval Forbidden Zone. He barely escaped with his life, finally carving out a path for himself.

Now, his own strength was also at the Saint Realm. He could naturally cleanse the Dao chart with his blood and clear a path for the little boy. He just didn't know if he could avoid the Grand Dao's hidden injuries.

This was a quiet corner of the city. A courtyard, not small in size, looked dilapidated. It was likely an ancient building left from the past.

Yang Xi had never been so happy. His small face was flushed with excitement as he pushed open the dilapidated wooden door with a clang, shouting, "Grandpa, I can cultivate now!"

There were a few ancient trees in the courtyard, with many fallen leaves. An old yellow dog barked, greeting the little boy Yang Xi, then bared its teeth at Ye Fan.

An old man, limping slightly, his clothes full of patches and equally tattered, with a full head of white hair, looked very aged. He put down his wooden bucket and walked over from beside the well.

Yang Yunteng, old and frail, with a face full of wrinkles and cloudy old eyes, limped over. He looked at Ye Fan and asked, "Who are you?"

"Grandpa, he's a Sacred Body! A Sacred Body who can cultivate! He's going to teach Xi'er cultivation methods, and I'll be able to cultivate right away! I'm not afraid of them anymore. No one can humiliate our ancestors. I'm definitely going to defeat those with the Hegemon Blood of the Heavens flowing in their veins!"

The little boy exclaimed, utterly serious, his small face flushed with excitement, his tiny hands clenched tightly into fists.

Ye Fan's entire body glowed, the golden blood within him thundered, but he skillfully controlled this pressure, preventing it from surging outward. He merely allowed the old man to feel the unique aura of a Sacred Body.

He was direct, having nothing to hide, and explained his purpose. Otherwise, no matter how excitedly a child shouted, it would still arouse suspicion.

The old man froze, then let out a muffled roar, as if years of suppression were finally breaking free. Like an old lion, he cried out tragically, "Heaven have mercy! No, it has nothing to do with Heaven! We will defy the heavens and break through all obstacles! My Sacred Body lineage can finally cultivate!"

He seemed to be filled with endless pent-up frustration. At that moment, old tears streamed down his face, making his wrinkled countenance glisten.

"Back then, our ancestor died at the hands of someone with the Hegemon Blood of the Heavens flowing in their veins! We refuse to accept it!" he roared, as if burdened by boundless suppression and grievances.

In the past, after that Sacred Body fell in battle, his descendants embarked on a journey through the starry sky. Upon learning of everything that had happened here, they were heartbroken and settled permanently on this ancient star, thus establishing this lineage.

"Our ancestor had long foreseen... that the rules of heaven and earth might change, and the Sacred Body lineage would decline further. I never imagined you could rise against the current," old Yang Yunteng said, alternating between crying and laughing. Years of suppression made him seem a little deranged.

This was a declining family, their Sacred Body bloodline almost severed, yet they seemed to harbor some profound secrets.

Ye Fan knew that if not for the care of successive Guides, this declining Sacred Body lineage would have ceased to exist long ago. It was truly not easy for them to have reached this point.

This Sacred Body family, facing a bleak future, held ancient secrets buried deep within their hearts.

Both the little boy and the old man, who was on the verge of death, were filled with sorrow and indignation that their ancestor had shed blood in a foreign land and was buried far from home. They firmly believed that the Sacred Body was invincible.

"Do you truly believe that?" Ye Fan asked the little boy.

Yang Xi's small clothes were tattered, but at that moment, he was like a furious little tiger, shouting, "I firmly believe that the Sacred Body Ancestor was the strongest! If I can cultivate, and if someone with the Hegemon Blood of the Heavens appears in the future, I'll fight ten of them alone!"

Yang Yunteng did not speak of that battle from long ago, but everything was etched onto his aged face.

Too much time had passed. Ye Fan didn't delve into the specifics of that battle, as it was already difficult to change anything.

"I deeply wish that all those who fought the Sacred Body back then had survived, and that the Hegemon Blood of the Heavens within those individuals had not been extinguished. I hope that one day, I can personally suppress them," Ye Fan said calmly.

But to the grandfather and grandson, his words were like a clap of thunder.

Yang Yunteng said tremblingly, "That... that's unlikely now. Too much time has passed. Even those who stood at the peak of the human Dao would have grown old and died by now."

Hearing this, Ye Fan neither refuted nor responded. He simply gazed up at the sky, looking out into the vast starry expanse.