Although the courtyard was dilapidated, it was very tranquil. A few ancient trees swayed gently, casting shade on the ground. Beside the ancient well, the rotten child fetched a basin of water and washed away the dirt, revealing a delicate and tender face.
"Saint Physique cultivates the secret realms, how come a small part of the ancient technique is missing?" Ye Fan asked.
Hearing this, the rotten child couldn't be bothered to wipe away the water on his face. He ran over to listen to his grandfather and Ye Fan's conversation. The yellow dog stuck out its tongue and wagged its tail. It circled around his grandfather with a fawning look on its face.
Under an old peach tree, Ye Fan and Yang Yunteng sat on a bluestone, discussing the ancient technique. Elder Yang Yunteng was shocked. "This secret technique was passed down from generation to generation. Could it be that a part of it was lost along the way?"
Too much time had passed and it was hard to find out. The most precious ancient technique in their hearts was actually missing. The grandfather and grandson were very nervous and anxious. This was because their ancestor had said that this was the dao of the Saint Physique and it couldn't be lost. Only by cultivating this technique would one be able to reach the grand completion.
"That's fine, I'll help you guys complete it." Ye Fan released a strand of his divine sense, engraving this world-shaking ancient technique into their hearts.
Ye Fan stayed here and spent the next few days teaching Yang Xi. This child was very talented. Coupled with his diligent cultivation, his performance was extremely stunning.
The heaven and earth spiritual energy here was dry, but to Ye Fan, it wasn't a problem. He set up a small Heaven Origin rune channel and gathered essence energy from all directions.
In reality, he could directly take out pieces of divine origin and turn this place into a heavenly paradise. However, he didn't want to let this rotten child come into contact with this cultivation environment.
"Calm your mind and focus, open the sea of bitterness." Under the ancient tree, Ye Fan's expression was solemn. He urged Yang Xi to focus his mind and open the sea of bitterness, to break the shackles.
Ye Fan helped him activate his bloodline, awakening the dormant golden saint blood. Then, he stood to the side. Four hours later, the unshakable Sea of Bitterness suddenly shone brightly, as if it had melted, and specks of golden light appeared.
"Ah … I've guided in spiritual energy! I can cultivate now!" The little rotten child was shocked. He opened his eyes, incredibly excited, directly jumping up and down.
Seeing that Ye Fan was glaring at her, Yang Xi hurriedly sat back down and apologized, "Master, I was wrong. I was just too emotional. The past few generations of my family have not been able to overcome this hurdle."
Ye Fan nodded and did not blame him. The declining Divine Physique race could not even open up the Sea of Sufferings in recent generations, so he could understand their current mood.
The old man, Yang Yunteng, was fetching water from the well to water the vegetable garden. At this moment, he was genuinely happy. The wrinkles on his face seemed to have lessened a little.
This ancient star was even more powerful than the Big Dipper. The suppression was even more powerful. The Saint Physique couldn't even pass through this sea of suffering. It really made one feel helpless.
Following that, the little rotten child became even more serious, cultivating the Dao Scripture. This was an ancient and profound scripture, and could be said to be the best of the Reincarnation Sea Scriptures.
Ye Fan's disciples, from Ye Tong to Komatsu to Flower, had dabbled in it. Ye Fan told them to study it seriously. Perhaps it could affect their entire lives. Now that he met the little rotten child, he still used this scripture to build his foundation.
Ye Fan had created this scripture, but as of now, he had not cultivated it to perfection, so he did not easily teach it to his disciples. At the same time, he did not want his disciples to copy his path.
The little rotten child did not know about the Dao Scripture, but the old man Yang Yunteng had heard of it before. He was shocked. Using this scripture as a guide, this foundation was too deep and firm.
Yang Xi closed her eyes. Although she was young and immature, she was like a boulder as she sat there cross-legged. She did not move at all, and her faith was firm as she wholeheartedly immersed herself in cultivating.
Opening up the Sea of Sufferings was not something that could be accomplished in a single step. Just now, the dormant golden blood in her body had temporarily boiled, and now it had calmed down.
Ye Fan nodded. This was the way to go. He had led the little rotten child on the path of cultivation. A rice-sized light had appeared in his Sea of Sufferings, and he needed to continuously expand it.
"Little rotten child, come out!" In the alleyway, some children were shouting.
"Trash holy body, come out! What ancestor is the strongest? Someone with the Tyrant Ether Blood flowing in his body has come to suppress you!" Some children were jeering.
Yang Xi opened his eyes. There was anger on his young and tender face, but after glancing at Ye Fan, he quickly calmed down. He did not hear or hear, and focused on cultivating, eliminating all distractions.
Ye Fan nodded. For a six or seven year old child to be able to calm down so quickly and let the anger and grievances in his heart dissipate, it was truly not easy.
"The person who specializes in killing the holy body has arrived. The Tyrant Ether Blood will sweep through everything. Little rotten child, come out and see how powerful the bloodline of the person who defeated your ancestor is!" A group of children clamored.
Yang Yunteng sighed and shook his head helplessly.
Yang Xi was very quiet and did not say a word. He sat cross-legged on the limestone, seizing every second to cultivate. He truly treasured this hard-to-come opportunity.
After a long time, there were still children shouting outside. They persevered and did not want to leave. In the end, with a bang, the door was kicked open.
Yang Yunteng saw a child at the back of the crowd. His expression froze, and an extremely complicated and cold expression appeared on his wrinkled face. He then turned his head.
"A child from the Cang Clan?" Ye Fan asked.
"Yes." Yang Yunteng nodded, as if he was very unwilling to mention this clan. There was a kind of anger and knot in his heart that was difficult to dissolve.
"Yang Xi, go." Ye Fan spoke, stopping the rotten child from cultivating and allowing him to leave.
In the alleyway, a group of children were shouting at Yang Xi, but they were very afraid of a child wearing treasured clothes. When they saw him wave his hand, they all stopped, not daring to say anything.
It was very difficult to cultivate on this ancient planet, and only in this region could one barely do so. This city was located in this dao land, and most of the people living in this city were disciples of ancient sects who knew how to cultivate.
These children came from various large and small sects, and they were all very afraid of the child in the middle, following his lead.
His name was Cang Yun, and he would only appear once every ten days to half a month. Every time he came out, he would find the rotten child and beat him until his head bled. This time was the same.
"Is this the child of the Tyrant Ether Bloodline from another ancient planet?" Ye Fan asked.
Yang Yunteng nodded, and his expression was very cold. He hated this clan more and more. These past few years, they had become more and more excessive, continuously trampling on the dignity of the Saint Physique Bloodline.
"They are the descendants of the Tyrant Physique. Most of their bloodline is already thin, but it does not affect their cultivation. In order to establish faith, they specially sent some children to this planet."
How many years had it been like this? Yang Yunteng sometimes thought about it and felt very sad. The Saint Physique Bloodline of the Human Race had become the sparring partner of others, and they were bullied like this.
When he was paying his respects in front of the lonely grave in the human race's holy land, Ye Fan had already learned from the whispers of the two saints that the person with the Tyrant Ether Bloodline had been buried on another ancient planet. There were descendants of this clan that came to guard the tomb, and they had never left.
Comparatively speaking, that clan was quite different from this one. Even though their bloodline had become thin with the passage of time, never producing a true Tyrant Physique, they were still extremely powerful.
For the sake of nurturing the next generation, the Heaven Clan would do anything. When they were very young, they would be sent to this ancient planet where cultivation was difficult for them to live for a few years, allowing them to understand the changes of the dao. They would struggle, sharpen, and comprehend through hardship.
This was an ancestral rule that could not be changed. When Ye Fan heard this, he was moved. He felt that this clan was unordinary.
However, since the ancient times, the descendants of the Tyrant Ether Bloodline had gone too far, making a few children target the Saint Physique Bloodline. They would often bully them, and each time, they would be beaten until their heads bled.
"Tyrant Physiques are innately stronger than Saint Physiques, unmatched under the heavens. You all have to surpass them since you were young, trample them under your feet, and establish an unmatched faith."
This was what someone from the Tyrant Ether Bloodline Clan said. They actually taught their children like this. Elder Yang Yunteng would always feel grief and indignation whenever he thought of this.
"Brat with Saint Physique, you're no good. How can you be a match for the Tyrant Physique? Today, you'll be beaten until your head bleeds again," many children shouted.
Yang Xi had just started to open up the Sea of Bitterness and had just started. Although he was born with divine strength, he was still not the opponent of the child who had already established his foundation for many years and understood dao techniques.
Cang Yun was not old, but he had a kind of coldness that did not match his age. He sent the rotten child flying with a kick, and then he followed, stepping on his chest.
"My ancestor won. The Tyrant Ether Bloodline will forever be stronger than the Saint Physique. Now, every generation of us will step on the bodies of your clan. You will never be a match for us."
Although Yang Yunteng was very old, he was still angered by a child. He picked up a hammer in the courtyard and was about to rush out. He had a lame leg, and it was left behind when he fought angrily for his son.
And now, his grandson was treated like this, often being bullied. His chest was violently bullied, and his face was flushed red.
Ye Fan pulled him back. A strand of golden light rose from the ground, entering the body of the child Cang Yun, making him lose his strength in an instant.
Although it was beneath his status to deal with a child like this, it was necessary at the moment.
The rotten child's strength was very great, and he flipped Cang Yun over in an instant. He swung his fists fiercely, and in just a few blows, Cang Yun's nose was caved in. Snot and tears flowed down continuously, and blood flowed continuously.
"Not to mention the fact that you don't have the Tyrant Ether Blood in your body, even if you did, it would be nothing. If I cultivated for the same amount of time, I could beat a hundred of you by myself. My ancestor was stronger than the Overlord Physique! "
The other children were all scared silly, not knowing what to do.
"In that era, when the Saint Physique fell, the person with the Tyrant Ether Blood in his body also died not long after, right?" asked Ye Fan. He originally didn't want to touch Yang Yunteng's sore spot, but he still had to clarify.
Yang Yunteng nodded and said, "After that battle, he was unable to leave the fiftieth pass of the human race. Ten years later, he passed away in meditation on an ancient planet with life not far away. Legend has it that in the end, wisps of emperor's might leaked out, but the internal injuries acted up, and he was torn into pieces in the end. This caused that ancient planet to become a strange place, completely different from this planet. "
Ye Fan nodded and said, "Seems like I also need to go to that planet to take a look."
"Ah …" On the ground, Cang Yun shouted and screamed, snot and tears flowing down his face. Yang Xi was like a little tiger sitting on his body, beating him continuously, venting out all the grievances in his heart.
"Cang Yun, you really are an idiot. You can't even beat the little trash of the Saint Physique lineage. He can't even cultivate, but you were ridden by him and beaten up. You have completely lost the face of our race."
In the distance, a few older children walked over. They were all twelve or thirteen years old, and their cultivation wasn't weak for their age.
Even though only a thin power of their bloodline was left, they could still cultivate. The descendants of this race hadn't been buried in the dust of history.
These children were all very cold. Divine light flickered when they came up, and they either flicked their fingers or lifted their feet. They wanted to suppress the little rotten child, and they had a natural sense of superiority and conceit.
A few strands of golden light rushed up from the ground and drilled into their bodies. With Ye Fan here, how could he let the little rotten child continue to be bullied like before? Although this was a loss of status, it was nothing compared to helping Yang Xi get rid of the humiliation in his heart.
"Ah …"
The children who rushed over screamed one after the other as they were all knocked down by the little rotten child. One by one, he punched them until their mouths and noses were bleeding.
All these years, Yang Yunteng felt that he had lived a very sullen life. He didn't take good care of his son, and he passed away early. Now, his grandson was being bullied. Even though it was a few children who were being beaten up, he didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.
"This grandson of mine … Is he really returning to his ancestral roots? Does he have endless divine blood?" He asked Ye Fan in a trembling voice, as if he had to make a decision.
"Yes, as long as he is willing to work hard, he won't be weaker than the Saint Physique ancestor," Ye Fan said.
"The ancestor left some things behind, and entrusted them to the guide's lineage for safekeeping. Perhaps … it will be of great use to you and my grandson." After saying these words, the old man seemed to have untied a knot in his heart, and he let out a long sigh.
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