Even with only a thin trace of bloodline power left, they could still cultivate. The descendants of this clan had not vanished into the dust of history.
These children were all cold and aloof. Some flicked their fingers, others raised their feet, light flashing as they tried to suppress the little ragamuffin, their actions filled with innate superiority and arrogance.
Several strands of golden light shot up from underground and entered their bodies. With Ye Fan here, how could he let the little ragamuffin continue being bullied as he had in the past? Though this was somewhat beneath his status, what did it matter compared to helping Yang Xi build confidence and dispel the humiliation in his heart?
"Ah..."
The children who had rushed over screamed one after another, all knocked down by the little ragamuffin. He punched them one by one until blood spurted from their noses and mouths.
For all these years, old Yang Yunteng had felt deeply stifled. He had failed to care for his son, who had died early, and now his grandson was being bullied as well. Though only several half-grown children had been beaten now, he did not feel the slightest guilt.
"My grandson... has he truly reverted to his ancestors? Does he possess boundless sacred blood?" he asked Ye Fan in a trembling voice, as though preparing to make some decision.
"Yes. As long as he is willing to work hard, he will not be weaker than the Sacred Body ancestors," Ye Fan said.
"Our ancestors left behind some things and entrusted the Guide Envoy lineage with their safekeeping. Perhaps... they may be of great use to both you and my grandson." After saying this, the old man seemed to have untied a knot in his heart and let out a long breath.