Chapter 1326

The courtyard, though dilapidated, was very peaceful. Several ancient trees swayed, casting dappled shade on the ground. By the old well, the little boy drew a basin of clear water and washed away the grime, revealing a delicate and youthful face.

“Why is a small part of the ancient techniques for the Sacred Body, which specialize in various secret realms, missing?” Ye Fan asked.

Hearing this, the little boy forgot to wipe the water from his face and ran over to listen to the conversation between his grandfather and Ye Fan. A yellow dog, tongue hanging out and tail wagging, circled him ingratiatingly.

Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and old Yang Yunteng sat on a bluestone slab, discussing ancient methods. Old Yang Yunteng was surprised and said, “This secret method has been passed down from generation to generation. Could a part of it have been lost along the way?”

The passage of time was too long to investigate. Both the grandfather and grandson were tense and anxious, as the most precious ancient technique in their hearts was incomplete. Their ancestors had said that this was the lineage of the Sacred Body and must not be lost; only by cultivating this method could one achieve true culmination and great accomplishment someday.

“It’s fine, I’ll complete it for you,” Ye Fan said. He dispersed a wisp of divine consciousness, imprinting the awe-inspiring ancient technique into their minds.

Ye Fan stayed there, spending several days teaching Yang Xi. The child was exceptionally gifted and, coupled with diligent cultivation, showed astonishing progress.

The spiritual energy here was depleted, which was no problem for Ye Fan. He laid down a small patch of Source Heaven patterns, gathering vital energy from all directions.

In fact, he could have directly produced divine sources, turning the place into a blessed land, but he did not want the little boy to be exposed to such a cultivation environment right from the start.

“Calm your mind and focus, open the Sea of Suffering,” Ye Fan said, his expression serious under the ancient tree. He urged Yang Xi to concentrate all his spirit to open his Sea of Suffering and break his shackles.

Ye Fan helped him activate his bloodline, allowing the dormant golden Sacred Blood to revive, then stood aside. Two hours later, the unshakeable Sea of Suffering suddenly burst forth with light, as if melting, and specks of golden radiance appeared.

“Ah… I’ve channeled spiritual energy, I can cultivate now!” The little boy exclaimed in shock, his eyes wide with excitement. He immediately jumped up.

Seeing Ye Fan glare, Yang Xi quickly sat down and said, “Master, I was wrong. I was just too excited. My family, for the past few generations, hasn’t been able to cross this threshold.”

Ye Fan nodded, not blaming him. The declining Sacred Body lineage had been unable to open the Sea of Suffering for several recent generations, so their current emotions were understandable.

Old Yang Yunteng was by the well, drawing water to irrigate the vegetable patch. At that moment, he was genuinely happy, and the wrinkles on his face seemed to have lessened.

This ancient star was even more oppressive than the Big Dipper, making it truly helpless that those with the Sacred Body couldn’t even pass the Sea of Suffering stage.

Afterward, the little boy became even more diligent, cultivating the “Dao Scripture,” an ancient and profound text considered the best among the ancient scriptures of the Wheel Sea realm.

Ye Fan’s disciples, from Ye Tong to Xiao Song and then Hua Hua, had all studied it. Ye Fan had them diligently read it, believing it could influence their entire lives. Now, encountering the little boy, he still used this scripture as the foundation for his cultivation.

Ye Fan had created scriptures, but he himself had not yet reached great completion, so he did not easily impart them. At the same time, he did not want his disciples to simply copy his path.

The little boy did not know the “Dao Scripture,” but old Yang Yunteng had heard of it and was inwardly shocked. With this scripture as a guide, the foundation would be incredibly deep and firm.

Yang Xi closed his eyes. Though young, he sat there like a steadfast rock, unmoving, with firm conviction, fully immersed.

Opening the Sea of Suffering could not be achieved overnight. What happened just now was merely the brief surge of the dormant golden blood within him; now it had calmed down.

Ye Fan nodded. So it was done. He had guided the little boy onto the path of cultivation. A grain-sized speck of light had appeared in his Sea of Suffering, requiring continuous expansion.

“Little runt, come out!” children clamored in the alley.

“Useless Sacred Body, come out! What 'strongest ancestor'? Those with the Heaven Overlord Bloodline have come to suppress you!” Some children jeered.

Yang Xi opened his eyes, his young face showing anger. But after a glance at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down, ignoring the noise and focusing on his cultivation, dispelling all distractions.

Ye Fan nodded. It was truly remarkable for a six- or seven-year-old child to calm down so quickly and let go of his grievances and anger.

“The ones who specialize in killing Sacred Bodies are here! The Heaven Overlord Bloodline sweeps all aside! Little runt, come out and see how powerful the bloodline of those who utterly defeated your ancestors is!” A group of children clamored.

Yang Yunteng sighed, shaking his head helplessly.

Yang Xi remained silent and still, sitting cross-legged on the bluestone, seizing every second to cultivate, cherishing this hard-won opportunity.

A long time passed, but the children outside continued to shout, persistent and unwilling to leave. Finally, with a loud bang, they kicked the door open.

Yang Yunteng saw a child behind the crowd, and his expression froze. An extremely complex, cold look appeared on his wrinkled face, then he turned his head away.

“A child from the Cang family?” Ye Fan asked.

“Yes,” Yang Yunteng nodded, seemingly reluctant to mention that family. He harbored an unresolved resentment and grievance.

“Yang Xi, go,” Ye Fan said, telling the little boy to stop cultivating and allowing him to go outside.

In the alley, a group of children shouted at Yang Xi, but they were very afraid of one child dressed in a splendid robe. When he waved his hand, they all stopped, not daring to speak further.

Cultivation was difficult on this ancient star; only this area barely allowed it. The city was located within this land of cultivation, and most of its residents were disciples of ancient sects who understood cultivation.

These children came from various sects, big and small, and were very afraid of the child in the center, following his lead.

His name was Cang Yun. He appeared once every ten days or half a month, and each time he came out, he would seek out the little boy and beat him until his head bled. This time was no different.

“So this is a child from the Heaven Overlord Bloodline on another ancient living star?” Ye Fan asked.

Yang Yunteng nodded, his expression cold. He harbored deep resentment and hatred for this family; over the years, they had become increasingly egregious, constantly trampling on the dignity of the Sacred Body lineage.

“They are descendants of the Hegemonic Body. Although the bloodline in most of them has become diluted, it doesn’t affect their cultivation. To instill their beliefs, they specifically send some children to this star.”

It had been like this for many years. Yang Yunteng sometimes thought about it and felt profound sadness that the Human Sacred Body lineage had become training partners for others, enduring such humiliation.

When Ye Fan had offered respects at the solitary tomb in the Human Sacred Land, he had already learned from the whispers of those two saints that individuals with the Heaven Overlord Bloodline were buried on another ancient star. Descendants of that clan had sought it out and remained there to guard the tomb.

Comparatively, that clan was vastly different from the one here. Although their bloodline had thinned with the passage of time and no true Hegemonic Body had been born, they remained very powerful.

The Cang clan spared no effort in raising the next generation. When their children were very young, they would send them to live on this ancient star where cultivation was difficult for a few years, so they could understand the changes of the Dao, struggle and temper themselves in hardship, and gain insights.

This was an ancestral rule, unchangeable. Upon hearing this, Ye Fan’s heart stirred, and he sensed the extraordinary nature of this clan.

However, in recent history, the descendants of the Heaven Overlord Bloodline had become excessively arrogant, letting some children target the Sacred Body lineage, frequently oppressing them and beating them until their heads bled every time.

“The Hegemonic Body is inherently stronger than the Sacred Body, unrivaled under heaven. From a young age, you must surpass them, trample them underfoot, and establish an invincible belief,”

These were words spoken by someone from the Heaven Overlord Bloodline clan, teaching their children in such a way that old Yang Yunteng would feel grief and indignation whenever he recalled them.

“Sacred Body kid, you’re no good! How could you be a match for a Hegemonic Body? You’ll get beaten to a pulp again today!” Many children clamored.

Yang Xi had only just begun to open his Sea of Suffering, merely at the initial stage. Although he possessed innate divine strength, he was no match for the child opposite him who had already been cultivating for several years and understood Dao principles.

Cang Yun was young, but he possessed a cold indifference unsuited for his age. He kicked the little boy flying with one foot, then followed up and stepped on his chest.

“My ancestors won! The Heaven Overlord Bloodline will forever be stronger than the Sacred Body! Now, every generation of us will trample on your lineage; you will never be a match!”

Although Yang Yunteng was very old, he was infuriated by a child. He grabbed a hammer in the courtyard and was about to rush out. He had a limp, which he had gotten when he angrily fought for his son years ago.

Now, his grandson was being treated this way and frequently bullied. His chest heaved violently, and his face was flushed.

Ye Fan held him back. A wisp of golden light rose from the ground and entered Cang Yun’s body, instantly sapping his strength.

While it might seem excessive to deal with a child this way, it was necessary at this moment.

The little boy, immensely strong, immediately flipped Cang Yun over and began to pummel him with his fists. In just a few blows, Cang Yun’s nasal bone collapsed, tears and snot streamed down his face, and blood flowed continuously.

“Don’t say you don’t have the Heaven Overlord Bloodline in you; even if you did, it’s nothing. If we cultivated for the same amount of time, I alone could beat a hundred of you. My ancestors were stronger than Hegemonic Bodies!”

All the other children were stunned and at a loss.

“In that era, the Sacred Body fell, and those with the Heaven Overlord Bloodline also died not long after, is that right?” Ye Fan asked. He hadn’t wanted to touch on Yang Yunteng’s painful memories, but it was necessary to clarify.

Yang Yunteng nodded and said, “After that battle, he couldn’t leave the Fiftieth Human Pass. Ten years later, he passed away on a nearby ancient living star. It is said that he finally exuded wisps of Emperor’s might, but his old injuries flared up, and ultimately his body disintegrated, turning that ancient star into a strange place, utterly different from this one.”

Ye Fan nodded, saying, “It seems I also need to go and see that star.”

“Ah…” On the ground, Cang Yun shrieked, tears and snot streaming down his face. Yang Xi, like a little tiger, sat astride him, continuously pounding, venting all the grievances in his heart.

“Cang Yun, you really are an idiot! You can’t even beat a small waste from the Sacred Body lineage. He can’t even cultivate, yet you’re being ridden and beaten by him! You’ve completely disgraced our clan!”

In the distance, several older children approached, all around twelve or thirteen years old. For their age group, their cultivation was not weak.

Even with only diluted bloodline power remaining, they could still cultivate. The descendants of this clan had not been extinguished in the dust of history.

These children were all indifferent. They came forward, either flicking their fingers or raising their feet, with divine light flickering, intending to suppress the little boy, imbued with an innate sense of superiority and arrogance.

Several wisps of golden light shot up from the ground, entering their bodies. With Ye Fan present, how could the little boy continue to be bullied as before? While it might seem excessive, compared to building Yang Xi’s confidence and dispelling the humiliation in his heart, what did these actions matter?

“Ah…”

The arriving children screamed one after another. They were all knocked down by the little boy, who punched them one by one, making blood spurt from their mouths and noses.

For all these years, old Yang Yunteng had felt a deep sense of grievance. He hadn't taken good care of his son, who had passed away early, and now his grandson was being bullied. At this moment, even though it was just a few older children being beaten, he felt no guilt whatsoever.

“Is my grandson… truly experiencing an ancestral awakening, possessing boundless Sacred Blood?” he asked Ye Fan tremblingly, as if about to make a significant decision.

“Yes, as long as he is willing to work hard, he will be no weaker than the Sacred Body ancestors,” Ye Fan said.

“Our ancestors left some things behind, entrusting them to the lineage of the Guiding Emissaries. Perhaps… they could be of great use to you and my grandson.” After saying these words, the old man let out a long breath, as if a great weight had been lifted from his heart.