Making Enemies

Spirit Ruins Cliff.

After the preaching elder finished his lecture, he bestowed Hundred Herb Liquid upon the disciples to assist in their cultivation.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo had just collected their Hundred Herb Liquid and were preparing to return to their quarters to practice when a group of people blocked their path.

"Hand over the Hundred Herb Liquid."

A youth stood there with an arrogant and domineering air, followed by a group of lackeys, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

The disciples listening to the lectures at Spirit Ruins Cliff were not individuals of profound cultivation.

Faced with such bullying, they would usually swallow their pride and suffer in silence, thinking to themselves that the river flows east for thirty years and west for thirty years, and one should never bully a youth for being poor.

However, the final outcome was usually this:

Never bully a youth for being poor.

Never bully a man in his prime for being poor.

Never bully an old man for being poor.

Rest in peace.

Ye Fan possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, and Pang Bo was a descendant of the Demon God.

Back on Earth, both were the type of people who were physically strong and robust; it was already a mercy that they didn't bully others, so there was no way they would let others bully them.

Faced with this cultivation world bullying, the two launched a heavy counterattack, their four fists and four feet raining down fiercely upon the leading youth, leaving him bruised and battered in an instant.

They only ceased their assault when the opponent's breath grew thin, avoiding the risk of actually killing him.

"Hand over your Hundred Herb Liquid!"

The ferocity of Ye Fan and his companion was fully unleashed; merely beating the other party wasn't enough to vent their anger. They needed to rob them in return, using violence to suppress violence to truly let out their frustration.

"Stop!"

The mastermind hiding in the shadows could no longer sit still and immediately jumped out to accuse them:

"You are too dangerous!"

"Fellow disciples should help one another; why would you resort to such vicious methods?"

Han Feiyu appeared righteous and stern, as if Ye Fan and his companion were the bullies who started it, while the person lying on the ground was merely a gentle little lamb.

"Twisting black and white—I didn't expect Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven to have trash like you. You really are a single rat dropping ruining a whole pot of soup!"

Pang Bo was blunt and outspoken, immediately cursing back.

The surrounding disciples were shocked. Were these new disciples really this bold?

To dare to confront a spoiled brat like Han Feiyu? They feared this would lead to broken bones and months of being unable to get out of bed.

"You're courting death!"

A flash of malice crossed Han Feiyu's face. He retrieved a Green Wood Seal from his Bitter Sea, which grew in size against the wind until it resembled a stone platform, pressing down toward Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

Fang Yang appeared in the crowd at the perfect moment and slapped it away.

With a casual, understated motion, he used his mortal flesh to strike the Green Wood Seal, causing it to vibrate, its spiritual light dimming as it fell into the mud, stained with filth.

The crowd was stunned.

Where did this fierce person come from? To actually use a bare palm to shake a magical artifact and even knock the Green Wood Seal away?

A cultivator's physical body is strong, but it cannot be compared to a magical artifact.

Could the person before them be an expert at the Life Spring Realm?

"These two are under my protection. What kind of thing are you to dare plot against them?"

"Go get your uncle!"

Fang Yang's aura was domineering as he looked down upon the trembling Han Feiyu.

"If you have the guts, state your name!"

Han Feiyu knew that the person opposite him was a ruthless character; being able to knock away the Green Wood Seal with his bare hands was definitely not something he could handle. However, relying on his family background, he still threatened him with a fierce look but a cowardly heart.

"Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven Immortal Seed, Fang Yang."

Fang Yang added a title for himself to avoid this simple-minded second-generation heir from bringing a group of losers to trouble him later.

The status of an Immortal Seed in Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven was noble; even elders could not easily punish them.

It was precisely because his and Pang Bo's status as Immortal Seeds had not yet been made public in Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven that Han Feiyu dared to be so unscrupulous and directly target the two of them.

Fang Yang's interference in this matter was not purely to stand up for Ye Fan; he also wanted to use this opportunity to test whether actively provoking enemies could bring him Fate Points.

"Immortal Seed?"

Han Feiyu's expression changed drastically.

As a cultivator with several elders in his family serving at Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven, he naturally understood the status of an Immortal Seed.

It wasn't just that he wasn't in the right.

Even if he were, as long as this Immortal Seed named Fang Yang didn't kill anyone, he wouldn't face any consequences.

Han Feiyu left dejectedly, not even daring to utter a threat.

"Cultivate with peace of mind during this period. Pang Bo and I are Immortal Seeds, so the powerful figure behind this guy can't make a move against us, but you're different."

Fang Yang instructed Ye Fan.

"What powerful figure, and why are they targeting us?"

Ye Fan asked.

"Han Feiyu's grand-uncle wants to refine a Soul-Returning Pill to extend his life and has his sights set on a Sacred Fruit from the Desolate Forbidden Zone."

"Refining medicine with people? Isn't anyone going to do anything about it?"

Ye Fan's eyes widened.

He hadn't expected that a sect like Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven would have demonic methods like an Elder Council.

What was the difference between that and cannibalism?

"That's just speculation. The elders of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven wouldn't detain an elder based on a baseless rumor."

Fang Yang's words cast a shadow over Ye Fan's heart.

It was too dark!

This shattered his beautiful fantasy of cultivators.

To cultivate immortality, only to end up as a cannibal?

"The sky in the Eastern Wasteland is dark."

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body has a promising future."

"If you feel there's injustice, cultivate diligently. Once you become powerful, you can command the world with a single word."

Seeing Ye Fan's state, Fang Yang tried to encourage him.

"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body... more like Desolate Ancient Useless Body."

Ye Fan gave a wry smile.

Despite his diligent practice day and night during this period, he still couldn't open his Bitter Sea.

"Ye Zi, with this Hundred Herb Liquid, you should be able to open your Bitter Sea."

Pang Bo arrived before them, carrying dozens of bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid he had scavenged.

"Fang Yang, technically, you helped us out of this situation, so you should get the lion's share of this Hundred Herb Liquid, but Ye Zi he..."

Pang Bo was interrupted by Fang Yang before he could finish:

"I don't lack Hundred Herb Liquid."

"Great kindness needs no thanks."

Ye Fan said solemnly.

Fang Yang was very pleased with this.

For upright people like Ye Fan, kindness was more effective than any scheme.

If he found an opportunity later to encounter Ye Fan obtaining the Dao Scripture, wouldn't he be able to get the Dao Scripture from him because Ye Fan felt indebted?

A small bridge, flowing water, and blooming flowers.

"Light shines, illuminating all directions, what is the explanation?"

Wei Wei and Fang Yang sat opposite each other on the ground, discussing the Lesser Brightness Scripture.

"This sentence has no definitive answer; act according to your heart."

Fang Yang settled the true meaning of the sentence with a single statement, then elaborated:

"The Lesser Brightness Scripture is derived from the fundamental inheritance of the Yao Guang Sacred Land, but a large portion of its content has been removed, naturally including various secret techniques."

"If my guess is correct, this sentence should be an introductory incantation for an eye technique..."

Both of them practiced the Lesser Brightness Scripture. Wei Wei was now a cultivator of the Other Shore Realm, far stronger than Fang Yang. However, during their discussion, she could clearly feel that Fang Yang's understanding was more profound, reaching the core.

"Junior disciple, your talent is extraordinary; I am not your equal."

The more Wei Wei discussed with him, the more she felt that Fang Yang's understanding of the Lesser Brightness Scripture far surpassed her own, leading her to this remark.

"Regarding Elder Han, the Sect Master personally went to him and made him solemnly guarantee that he would no longer target you and your two fellow villagers."

"But that old man's lifespan is nearing its end, so it's not surprising if he does anything desperate. You'd best not leave the sect during this period to avoid being harmed by him."

Wei Wei, aware of Fang Yang's situation, offered this reminder to prevent this promising talent from being ruined by the old man surnamed Han.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Fang Yang expressed his gratitude.

Although he didn't care about Elder Han's threat, it was better to be safe.

After this discussion, he would go into seclusion to attempt to break through to the Life Spring Realm.