"Little rotten child, let's see if you still dare to be so stubborn." A group of older children rushed over.
This dirty child's clothes were tattered. His little face was green and purple, and there were quite a few bruises on his body. However, he was very fierce and stubborn. He didn't say a word and fought back with all his strength, beating two eleven or twelve year old children until they cried out in pain.
"Everyone, let's go together and beat this wild child to death. What unrivaled ancestor? Didn't he still get beaten to death?" A few children shouted and went forward with small wooden sticks.
The little rotten child swung his fist with all his strength. With a peng sound, he smashed an older child's face. Blood flowed out from his nose, and he immediately began to cry. Some of the children wanted to retreat. Although it was a group of people bullying one person, they were still afraid and didn't dare to attack again.
"What's there to be afraid of? He's just a little rotten child." An older child walked out. His palm shone as he slapped towards the little rotten child. He actually knew some cultivation methods.
Peng!
The little rotten child was immediately sent flying and fell into a corner. A group of children swarmed over, punching and kicking him.
"I'll beat you to death. Let's see if you're still so stubborn. What broken holy physique? It's already declined, yet you still keep saying it, thinking it's arrogance."
One or two of these children's identities were quite extraordinary. They had successfully built a foundation on this difficult ancient star and established a strong foundation. Otherwise, this group of children really wouldn't be able to do anything to the little rotten child who was born with divine strength.
"Aiya, he's going to die. Stop kicking him." Suddenly, someone cried out.
The group of children immediately jumped away. Although they were shouting fiercely, they were still afraid of killing someone. They all felt a bit uneasy.
"Don't worry, he won't die. His skin is rough and his flesh is thick. He's a natural sandbag. However, let's stop here for today. If he breaks, who will accompany Cang Yun to practice? The Cang Family will blame and punish us. "
The group of children scattered in confusion. Only the little rotten child was left. He was curled up in a corner with blood dripping from his forehead. There were bruises on his face, but his eyes were very bright. He was like a fierce little tiger and didn't give up.
Ye Fan calmly watched everything. At this time, he walked into the small alley and looked at him. "Does it hurt?"
Although the little rotten child was only six or seven years old, he was very vigilant. He didn't say a word and stood up to retreat.
"As the descendant of the Holy Physique, why was he beaten up?" Ye Fan asked.
The little rotten child still did not speak. His dirty little face was tense, and his childish expression carried a kind of distress. It was obvious that his heart was not very calm.
"Is the Holy Body very powerful?" Ye Fan asked again.
"You aren't allowed to look down on the ancestor with the divine body! He is extremely powerful and unmatched!" The little rotten child finally erupted with power. He was like a little tiger, and his eyes were a bit sharp.
"Then why were you beaten?"
"The world has changed. I can't cultivate." The little rotten child clenched his little fists tightly. He didn't cry when he was beaten just now, but now he secretly wiped away his tears and said, "If I can cultivate, no one can humiliate my ancestors, not even those who have the Tyrant of the Firmament Blood flowing in their bodies!"
Ye Fan squatted down and stroked his head. He sighed softly. As expected, the little guy had encountered the same problem as he had in the past.
His hand moved past those bruises. Strands of multicolored light flashed past, and then the hidden injuries on the little rotten child's body completely healed. The bloodstain on his forehead disappeared, and not even a scar was left behind.
The little rotten child's taut body relaxed a bit. He looked at him in confusion, not knowing why he was so kind hearted as to treat his injuries. He was completely different from the people he had met in the past.
"Do you want to cultivate?" Ye Fan asked.
"I want to, but I can't cultivate. I just can't cross that barrier." The little rotten child was a bit discouraged and full of unwillingness. He lowered his head and pulled at the corners of his tattered clothes.
"If you want to, I can teach you. What great dao suppression, what heaven and earth natural laws? They're all nothing." Ye Fan said.
"Really?" The little rotten child's large eyes immediately lit up, but they quickly dimmed again. He lowered his head and said, "We've tried many methods, but it still doesn't work."
"Do you still have any relatives in your family?" Ye Fan asked.
"I have a grandfather. His legs aren't that good, his body not that great." The little rotten child replied truthfully.
From his clothes, one could tell that his family's circumstances weren't that great. Otherwise, he wouldn't be like a little beggar, chased and bullied by a group of children.
Ye Fan stroked his four limbs. His bones were outstanding, extremely suitable for cultivation. Then, he placed his palm on his Sea of Reincarnation. It didn't exceed his expectations. It was just like when he was in the past. This place was like a piece of divine metal that was difficult to melt.
A streak of golden radiance shot out from Ye Fan's fingertip. With a xiu sound, it entered this child's body. The little rotten child immediately cried out in alarm, his body trembling. His body began to shine. Every single blood vessel became sparkling and translucent, strand after strand of golden specks of light moving about.
"It really isn't bad. There is so much golden blood hidden within, not far from an exceptional talent divine body!" Ye Fan sighed in admiration.
This was a descendant of a true divine body. Even though endless time had passed, the divine blood within his body didn't decrease, still shockingly rich. It was just that it was hidden.
This was a type of ancestral reversion, not a true divine body. However, if one continuously cultivated it, they could reach the peak, transforming into an exceptional talent divine body.
This really was an astonishing matter. The bloodline of a divine body had long been severed in Big Dipper. They never expected to encounter a little rotten child here with such astonishing potential.
The so-called not being able to cultivate, being suppressed by the great dao, for Ye Fan, this wasn't something that couldn't be broken through.
"Uncle, can you really let me cultivate, break through this trial?" The little rotten child was nervous. When he saw Ye Fan directly touch his bones, not saying anything, he felt extremely uneasy inside.
He raised his head, a hopeful expression written all over his little face. His black and white eyes were full of desire, and he nervously grabbed the corner of his little clothes.
"Opening the door to cultivation isn't much. The most difficult thing is to break through the curse. Back then, a divine king senior used his divine blood to wash the Diagram of the Way for me, and he almost lost his life." Ye Fan was absent-minded, thinking of the exceptional divine king Jiang Taixu. This kind of kindness was difficult to repay.
Close to a hundred years had passed in a hurry, and everything seemed to be still in front of him. The divine king's white robes were dyed in blood, defying the heavens to help him continue on his path.
He was able to have everything he had today because the white-robed divine king fought for him with his life. Otherwise, he might have always been obstructed and suppressed by the dao, and it would have been difficult for him to have the results he had today.
"This road is very bumpy. My predecessors shed their divine blood for me, using their lives to exchange for the road ahead for me. Now, it's time for me to do something for my descendants," Ye Fan said to himself.
"Uncle, can I really cultivate?" The little rotten child raised his head, and there were actually tears in his bright eyes. They were about to fall.
"You can! However, to truly break through the final shackles, you still need to rely on yourself and some opportunities, "Ye Fan said, patting his head and giving an affirmative answer.
Back then, the white-robed divine king must have reached the Saint Plane. He used his divine blood to wash the Diagram of the Way and break the curse of the divine body, but he almost lost his life. In the end, he succeeded, but Ye Fan still suffered injuries of the Great Path.
At that time, it could be said that there were many twists and turns. Ye Fan left the Northern Region alone and entered the forbidden area of the Barren Antiquity. In the end, he only managed to fight for a path of survival by the skin of his teeth.
Now, his strength was also at the Saint Plane, so he could naturally wash the Diagram of the Way with blood and fight for a path for the little rotten child. However, he did not know if he could avoid the hidden injuries of the Great Path.
This was a very quiet corner of the city. The courtyard did not look small, but it was extremely shabby. This was probably an ancient building left behind from the past.
Yang Xi had never been as happy as he was today. His little face was filled with excitement. With a bang, he pushed open the broken wooden door and shouted, "Grandfather, I can cultivate!"
There were several ancient trees in the courtyard, and there were many fallen leaves on them. An old yellow dog barked and welcomed the little rotten child Chen Xi. Then, it bared its teeth at Ye Fan.
An old man with a slight limp walked over from the side of the well. His clothes were full of patches and were similarly tattered. He had a head full of white hair and looked very old. He put down the wooden bucket and walked over from the well.
Yang Yunteng was old and frail. His face was covered in wrinkles and his eyes were turbid. He hobbled over and looked at Ye Fan. "You are?"
"Grandfather, he has a Saint Body, a Saint Body that can cultivate. If I hand over Xi 'er's cultivation method, I will be able to cultivate soon. I am no longer afraid of them. No one can humiliate our ancestor. I must defeat the person with the Tyrant Ether Blood flowing in my body!
The little rotten child shouted in an incomparably serious manner. His little face was flushed with excitement, and his little hands were clenched into fists.
Ye Fan's body was glowing, and the golden blood in his body rumbled like thunder. However, he controlled the pressure very well and did not rush out. He only let the old man feel the unique aura of a Saint Body.
He was very direct and did not hide anything. He stated his purpose of coming. Otherwise, no matter how excited a child was, it would still arouse suspicions.
The old man was stunned. In the next moment, he actually let out a muffled roar. It was as if he had been suppressed for many years. Like an old lion, he roared in grief, "The heavens have pity on us. No, this has nothing to do with the heavens. We must go against the heavens and break through all obstacles. Our Saint Body lineage can finally cultivate!"
He seemed to be filled with endless depression. At this moment, tears streamed down his wrinkled face.
"Back then, our ancestor died under the hands of someone with the Tyrant Ether Blood flowing in his body. We cannot accept this!" He roared angrily. It was as if he was feeling endless pressure and sullen.
In the past, after that Saint Body died in battle, his descendants stepped into the starry sky and learned of everything here. They were inconsolable with grief, and as a result, they stopped forever. They set foot on this ancient star, and only this lineage was left.
"Our ancestor had long foreseen … that the heaven and earth's natural laws might change, and that the Saint Body lineage would decline further and further. Who would have thought that you would be able to go against this." Elder Yang Yunteng was crying and laughing at the same time. Many years of suppression made him look a bit crazy.
This was a declining family, and the Saint Body lineage had almost been severed. However, there seemed to be a few great secrets hidden within their hearts.
Ye Fan knew that if it wasn't for the successive envoys' care, the declining Saint Body lineage would have long ceased to exist. Being able to reach this step today truly wasn't easy.
The Saint Body family's future was bleak, and there were a few ancient secrets buried within their hearts.
Regardless of whether it was the little rotten child or this elder with one foot in the grave, the blood of their ancestors dyed the world beyond, their bones buried in a foreign land. They firmly believed that the Saint Body was unmatched.
"Do you really think so?" Ye Fan asked the little rotten child.
Yang Xi's clothes were tattered, but at this time, she was like an angry little tiger. She shouted, "I firmly believe that the Saint Body ancestor is the strongest. If I can cultivate, if someone with the Tyrant Firmament Blood appears in the future, I will fight ten of them alone! "
Yang Yunteng didn't speak of that battle, but everything was written on his aged face.
Too much time had passed, and Ye Fan didn't delve into the various aspects of that battle. It was already too late to change anything.
"How I wish that those who fought against the Saint Body all survived. I don't wish for those people's Tyrant Firmament Blood to solidify. I hope that one day, I can personally suppress them," Ye Fan said calmly.
But in the ears of the grandfather and grandson, it was like a clap of thunder.
Yang Yunteng said with a trembling voice, "This … isn't too possible. Too much time has passed. Even if you stand at the peak of humanity, it won't be enough. There will be a day when you grow old."
When Ye Fan heard this, he didn't refute, nor did he reply. He only looked up at the sky, at the boundless starry sky.
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