Chapter 1331: Strong Rules

## Chapter 1333: The Strong Are Revered

The mountain range was magnificent, covering a vast area. Ancient trees grew everywhere, their roots firmly anchored in the cliffs and precipices. They were vibrant green, shimmering with an ethereal glow, as if carved from jade.

Spirit springs gurgled and cascaded down the sheer rock faces, transforming into silver waterfalls that resembled the Milky Way pouring down from the heavens, accompanied by wisps of mist and colorful haze.

Ancient medicinal herbs were abundant, rooted at the foot of the mountains, on the cliffs, and before the altars. Their fragrant scent filled the air, and they shimmered with a subtle glow, emitting auspicious light and sweet aromas.

“Uncle, what’s that?” The little boy’s large eyes darted around, curious about everything he saw.

“That’s a Qilin beast, possessing a faint lineage of immortal spirit blood,” Ye Fan replied, explaining that it wasn't a true Qilin, but rather a descendant carrying its bloodline.

In front of a stone wall, a Qilin lay alone amidst rising purple mist and a hazy atmosphere. Ganoderma lucidum and orchids grew all around, bathed in a radiant glow. It was a place where ancient herbs flourished, completely devoid of weeds.

“What’s that fiery red bird? Oh, it’s spitting fire! It melted an entire mountain peak!” Yang Xi exclaimed, his mouth wide open in astonishment, having never witnessed such creatures before.

“That’s a Fire Sparrow, said to be a descendant of the Vermilion Bird. Hmm, it’s quite rare for one to grow to this level,” Ye Fan commented.

The Fire Sparrow, no bigger than a palm, was entirely crimson with dazzling feathers, appearing as if forged from phoenix-blood scarlet gold. With a gentle flap of its wings, immense magical power surged, and it frequented the volcano's crater, causing the very laws of the Great Dao to rumble.

Within the Cang Family’s mountain gate, dozens, even hundreds, of peaks stood side by side, home to many rare birds and auspicious beasts. Each was an exotic species from ancient times, some rarely seen in the outside world.

A middle-aged man could no longer bear it and shouted, “Holy Body, don't go too far! What do you think this place is? Do you believe the Cang clan has no one? Retreat immediately, or bear the consequences yourself!”

“I haven't trespassed into the Cang Family. I'm merely showing this child around outside. What's wrong with that?” Ye Fan replied calmly.

“This is our clan’s sacred land. Outsiders, especially those of your Holy Body lineage, are forbidden to set foot here! This is an offense to our dignity!” he reprimanded.

Ye Fan’s face instantly darkened. “Is *this* considered offending you? Then I’d like to ask, what did you do on that other ancient star? You broke into the home of the Holy Body lineage, humiliating and trampling them! This child, from a young age, has been covered in bruises and bloodstains. How could you bring yourselves to do such a thing?!”

Inside the mountain gate, the group’s expressions froze, then turned grim and utterly indifferent. They did not respond immediately.

“For all these years, has the Holy Body lineage ever provoked anyone? Is your constant oppression and humiliation not excessive enough? Is my bringing this child here today considered an offense to you? Compared to what you’ve done, what is this?!” Ye Fan bellowed.

These people now understood that the Holy Body from the Burial Emperor Star, accompanied by the child, had come with ill intent. They exchanged cold glances, their hostility palpable.

“Uncle…” Yang Xi whispered.

“It’s alright, they’re not scary at all. Maybe they’ll even welcome us in,” Ye Fan said, hoping to dispel the gloom in little Yang Xi’s heart.

“I’m not afraid! In the future, I’ll personally defeat all of them!” the little one declared, puffing out his chest, his spirits high.

“Just descendants of failures, daring to come here and wag your tongues?” A young man within the Cang Family’s mountain gate finally couldn’t hold back, mocking them icily.

“In this world, the strong are revered. Our ancestors defeated the Holy Body, and the descendants of the Heavenly Hegemon Body are destined to surpass the eliminated Holy Race bloodline. What’s wrong with using you to sharpen ourselves?”

This was a condescending arrogance, a strong hostility, an air of superiority, and a blatant humiliation.

Of course, the two who spoke knew their limits and dared not step outside the mountain gate. They merely mocked from within the sacred land, standing on the peaks with crossed arms, looking down indifferently.

“Oh, is that so? The strong are revered, and this world is indeed cruel. Very well then, I’ll also try my hand at being strong,” Ye Fan said, and with a whoosh, he vanished.

“Boom!”

The ancient grand formation before the mountain gate was impacted, unleashing monstrous divine power fluctuations. Various Dao patterns intertwined, obliterating all invaders, as terrifying sacred might permeated the air.

However, this couldn’t stop Ye Fan at all. He had cultivated the ‘Profound Movement Technique’ to a state of perfection. Once this secret art was activated, he could ascend to the nine heavens or descend into the nether springs; there was nowhere in heaven or earth he couldn’t go. It was an ultimate method for breaking formations.

The ancient saint killing formation failed to stop Ye Fan. He entered the mountain gate, appeared on that peak, and decisively made his move.

“Stop him!”

A group of people shouted. The enemy's attack was swift, like divine lightning, arriving in an instant, giving no time to react.

By the time some powerful figures made their move, Ye Fan had already seized the two young men and retreated, breaching the mountain gate.

This was a display of deterrence, like plucking an enemy’s head from amidst ten thousand soldiers with effortless ease. Ye Fan had directly captured the two disrespectful young men.

“Since the strong are revered, I apologize to you two weaklings. I also need to sharpen myself, so I’ll use you to practice!” Ye Fan said coldly.

“Slap!”

He flung out a slap, sending one man flying, blood splattering. Then, he swiftly followed, stomping him down from mid-air and pinning him to the ground with his foot.

“Awooo…” The man shrieked, making a sound that was barely human. His entire body was nearly crushed by Ye Fan’s foot; this was only because Ye Fan had held back. Otherwise, he would have had no life left.

“No!” the other man shrieked, terrified out of his wits. He had felt immense pain just watching, and now it was his turn.

Ye Fan naturally didn’t stop. He placed the man in front of him, swung his right leg vigorously, and then powerfully kicked him away as if he were a ball.

“Boom!”

In the distance, a small hill collapsed as the man crashed into it. Dust billowed, and heart-wrenching screams and continuous wails emanated from the spot.

“Survival of the fittest, nothing more than this. Today, I am stronger than you, so it seems fitting to refine myself here.” Ye Fan pulled little Yang Xi forward, kicking both men away one by one, sending them crashing into a pile of rubble.

This was a brutal beating!

To mercilessly beat the clan’s disciples right in front of the Cang Family’s mountain gate, and in their presence—at that moment, the silence was absolute. No one could believe what was happening.

Immediately after, the sacred land erupted. Numerous magical artifacts flew forth, all shimmering with divine light, aiming to blast Ye Fan to death on the spot.

Ye Fan remained calm. Without expending effort to resist, he activated the ‘Soldier Character Secret’ to directly control the two captives, using them to face the incoming weapons and spells. As a result, all the glowing attacks receded, and the assault immediately ceased.

“Holy Body, you have enraged our Cang clan! This is an insult to us! You won’t escape today!” A hot-tempered individual inside the mountain gate roared instantly.

“If it weren’t for the Emissary of Reception protecting you, your clan would have been annihilated long ago. Descendants of failures, you dare to lay hands on our clan’s doorstep today?! This is utterly intolerable!”

This was unprecedented. For so many years, generation after generation, they had held every advantage. Never had they been "oppressed" like this by their sworn enemies. Their eyes were bloodshot with fury.

Ye Fan was unhurried. He gave the two young men another brutal beating, then led the little boy to step on them, his expression serene. He said, “Everything I’m doing is in accordance with your way of thinking. I am strong, and I am trampling you underfoot. Isn’t that perfectly normal? You are merely failures, isn’t this how you are supposed to be treated?!”

As he spoke these words, he continued to savagely brutalize them, nearly dislocating their bones, before finally tossing them into the mountain gate like trash.

Within the Cang clan, an unparalleled aura of dominance erupted. A stone mountain split open, and a figure like a demon god burst forth, soaring into the high heavens.

“Holy Body from the Burial Emperor Star, how dare you insult my clan?! The Heavenly Hegemon bloodline cannot be deceived! You won’t leave today!”

Ye Fan’s reaction was flat, as if he didn't particularly care. He said, “Is this really considered an insult?”

The Cang Family group was enraged. For so many years, no one had dared to cause trouble here; this was the first time. For this person to claim it was "nothing"—it was truly hateful. Everyone was furious.

Ye Fan remained lighthearted, saying, “Don’t you usually do such things? I’m far from your level, so please forgive any shortcomings in my performance.”

“This is infuriating!” Everyone was practically jumping with rage. This was a naked slap in the face, and he was acting so nonchalant. It was outrageous and infuriating; many gritted their teeth, wishing they could tear him limb from limb.

The saint who had emerged was incredibly powerful, tall, majestic, and like a demon god. He wanted to say nothing more and was about to charge out.

Suddenly, an elder appeared silently and pulled his arm, preventing him from leaving the mountain gate. The others also quieted down.

“Young man, you’ve gone too far,” the elder said expressionlessly.

“Wouldn’t say so?” Ye Fan remained the same—neither aggressive nor violent, somewhat nonchalant. As he spoke, he even sounded questioning, as if soliciting the elder’s opinion.

“Infuriating!” Some were so enraged they wanted to flay him alive and couldn’t resist wanting to attack.

“Young man, you should know when to advance and when to retreat,” the elder said, his face darkening as he stared at Ye Fan. “Invading our ancestors’ mausoleum is disrespectful and an insult. And coming to our clan’s doorstep…”

“I don’t think any of those accusations stand,” Ye Fan said, shaking his head and interrupting the elder. “Throughout history, many people have gone to that great tomb to pay respects. It’s well-known in the Fiftieth City of the Human Race. Why is it forbidden for me?”

The group was enraged, and many shouted condemnations.

“Your clan and our Heavenly Hegemon bloodline are sworn enemies! You are merely failures. Ascending the giant tomb is the most severe provocation. Others may be excusable for going there, but your clan absolutely cannot!”

“What right do the descendants of failures have to ascend our clan’s sacred grounds? This is a disgrace!”

Many young people glared, their youthful vigor and an inherent arrogance and superiority towards the Holy Body lineage preventing them from holding back.

“You say this is a disgrace, so why did you act presumptuously at the Holy Body’s isolated tomb on another ancient star? You oppressed his descendants and even carved words on the stone wall in front of his grave. Isn't that far more serious? Why always the double standard?” Ye Fan said coldly.

“You dare!” Some within the Cang clan had reached their breaking point.

“I’m not being presumptuous at all,” Ye Fan said, shaking his head and returning to his nonchalant demeanor. “I didn’t disrespect your ancestors, nor did I carve random words. I merely picked two Herb Kings there. These are the medicinal herbs that should compensate for your bullying of little Yang Xi, which left him covered in wounds.”

The Cang Family group almost vomited blood. Those were two Herb Kings! They were the most precious things in this world, capable of extending life, making even Great Saints bow down to them. Some elders of the clan, whose lifespans were nearing their end, felt like dying upon learning of this.

Ye Fan nonchalantly added, “Don’t worry, before I left, I set up some Source Heaven formations there and transplanted over a dozen rare ancient herbs. I expect they will all become Herb Kings in twenty or thirty thousand years. You won’t suffer any loss.”

The group wanted to vomit blood again. Transplanting ancient herbs in *their* ancestral land? Whose medicinal garden was this? Moreover, who could wait twenty or thirty thousand years? Each of them wanted to eat him alive.

“I wonder if I’ll have another chance to pick my own planted ancient herbs in twenty or thirty thousand years,” Ye Fan mused to himself, feeling quite pleased.

“You son of a bi—!” This was what everyone nearly cursed out loud.