Making Enemies

Spirit Ruins Cliff.

After the elder who taught the scripture finished lecturing, he bestowed Hundred Herb Liquid upon the disciples to aid their cultivation.

Ye Fan and Pang Bo had just collected their Hundred Herb Liquid and were about to return to their residence to cultivate when a group of people blocked their way.

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"Hand over the Hundred Herb Liquid."

A young man swaggered arrogantly, followed by a crowd of lackeys. He looked quite intimidating.

The disciples who listened to lectures at Spirit Ruins Cliff were no powerful cultivators.

When faced with this kind of bullying, they could only swallow their anger and take the loss in silence, thinking that fortunes would change in thirty years and that no one should look down on a poor young man.

But the outcome was usually this:

Don't look down on a poor young man.

Don't look down on a poor middle-aged man.

Don't look down on a poor old man.

Bury him in peace.

Ye Fan possessed the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body, while Pang Bo was descended from the Demon God.

Back on Earth, they had both been strong and sturdy types. It was good enough that they hadn't bullied others; there was no way they would let others bully them.

Faced with this kind of bullying in the cultivation world, the two fought back hard. Four fists and four feet rained down on the ringleader, leaving him black and blue in an instant.

They only stopped once his breath was little more than a thread, to avoid actually beating him to death.

"Hand over your Hundred Herb Liquid!"

Ye Fan and Pang Bo were in a savage mood. Beating the other party wasn't enough to satisfy them; they had to turn the tables and rob him too. Only repaying violence with violence could vent their fury.

"Stop!"

The mastermind lurking in the shadows couldn't sit still any longer. He jumped out at once and accused them:

"You two are too dangerous!"

"Disciples of the same sect should help one another. Why did you have to hit them so viciously?"

Han Feiyu spoke with righteous indignation, as though Ye Fan and Pang Bo were the bullies who had struck first, while the people lying on the ground were meek little lambs.

"Twisting right and wrong! I can't believe Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven has trash like you. One rotten apple spoils the whole barrel!"

Pang Bo was blunt and quick-tongued, and immediately shouted back.

The surrounding disciples were aghast. The new disciples were actually this gutsy?

They even dared to mouth off to a spoiled brat like Han Feiyu. This time, they were bound to be badly hurt—maybe they wouldn't be able to get out of bed for months.

"You're asking for death!"

A flash of cruelty crossed Han Feiyu's face. He fished a Green Wood Seal out of his Bitter Sea. It grew in the wind, becoming as large as a stone platform, and pressed down on Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

Fang Yang appeared among the crowd at just the right moment and slapped it.

With casual ease, he used his mortal hand to smack the Green Wood Seal until it shuddered and its spiritual radiance dimmed. It fell into the dirt nearby, sullied with grime.

Everyone stared in astonishment.

Where had this ferocious fellow come from? He had actually met a magical artifact with his bare hand—and really slapped the Green Wood Seal flying?

A cultivator's body might be strong, but it still couldn't compare to a magical artifact.

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

"These two are under my protection. What are you, to dare scheme against them?"

"Go get your granduncle!"

Fang Yang exuded domineering confidence as he looked down at the trembling Han Feiyu.

"If you've got the guts, tell me your name!"

Han Feiyu knew the other man was a ruthless figure. Someone who could knock away the Green Wood Seal with his bare hands was certainly beyond his ability to deal with. But, having spent years relying on his family, he still threatened Fang Yang with more bluster than backbone.

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

Fang Yang gave himself a title, so this simple-minded second-generation brat wouldn't come after him later with a crowd of useless lackeys.

Immortal Seeds held a lofty status in Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven. Even the elders couldn't punish one lightly.

After all, his and Pang Bo's status as Immortal Seeds hadn't yet been made public within Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven.

Otherwise, Han Feiyu would never have dared to act so recklessly and go directly after Ye Fan and Pang Bo.

Fang Yang had stepped into the matter not just to stand up for Ye Fan. He also wanted to take this opportunity to test whether enemies he provoked himself could bring him Fate Points.

"An Immortal Seed?"

Han Feiyu's expression changed drastically.

With several elders in his family serving as elders of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven, he naturally understood the status of an Immortal Seed.

Never mind that he was in the wrong.

Even if he had been in the right, as long as this Immortal Seed named Fang Yang didn't kill anyone, nothing would happen to him.

Han Feiyu slunk away, not daring to utter a single threat.

"For now, focus on cultivating. Pang Bo and I are Immortal Seeds, so the powerful figures backing that fellow can't make a move against us. But you're different."

Fang Yang cautioned Ye Fan.

"What powerful figure? Why would they target us?"

Ye Fan asked.

"Han Feiyu's granduncle wants to refine a Soul-Returning Pill to extend his life. He's set his sights on the Sacred Fruit of the Desolate Forbidden Zone."

"Refining medicine with people? No one will stop him?"

Ye Fan's eyes widened.

He hadn't expected that a sect like Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven would have elders resorting to demonic methods like those of the Elder Council.

How was that any different from eating people?

"This is only a guess. The elders of Spirit Ruins Grotto-Heaven can't detain an elder based on nothing but rumors and speculation."

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

This place was far too dark!

It shattered all the beautiful illusions he'd had about cultivators.

If one cultivated immortality to the end, would one really have to become a man-eater?

"The sky over the Eastern Wasteland is dark."

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

"If you feel there's injustice, then cultivate hard. Once you grow strong, you can decide the fate of the world with a single word."

Seeing Ye Fan's reaction, Fang Yang fed him a dose of encouragement.

"The Desolate Ancient Sacred Body... You mean the Desolate Ancient Feral Body."

Ye Fan smiled bitterly.

He had been cultivating diligently day and night, but still hadn't managed to open his Bitter Sea.

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

Pang Bo came over to them, carrying dozens of bottles of Hundred Herb Liquid he'd plundered.

"Fang Yang, by rights, you helped us out, so you should get the biggest share of this Hundred Herb Liquid. But Ye Zi..."

Before Pang Bo could finish, Fang Yang cut him off:

"I'm not short on Hundred Herb Liquid."

"Your great kindness won't be forgotten."

Ye Fan's expression was solemn.

Fang Yang was very pleased.

With an upright person like Ye Fan, doing him a kindness worked better than any scheme.

Later, he could find an opportunity to bump into Ye Fan when he obtained the Dao Scripture. Would Ye Fan really refuse to pass it on when he felt he owed Fang Yang a favor?

A small bridge crossed a flowing stream, and flowers bloomed in profusion.

"What does 'light shines upon all, penetrating the ten directions' mean?"

Weiwei sat facing Fang Yang on the ground, discussing the Lesser Brightness Scripture with him.

"This line has no fixed interpretation. Follow your heart."

Fang Yang gave his verdict on the true meaning of the line, then explained further:

"The Lesser Brightness Scripture evolved from the Yao Guang Sacred Land's foundational inheritance. Most of its contents were removed, including all sorts of secret arts."

"If my guess is right, this line is the introductory mantra for an eye technique..."

Both of them cultivated the Lesser Brightness Scripture. Weiwei was now an Other Shore Realm cultivator, far stronger than Fang Yang, yet as they discussed the scripture, she could clearly feel that he understood it more deeply, right down to its core.

"Junior Brother, your talent is extraordinary. I can't compare."

The more Weiwei discussed it with him, the more she felt that Fang Yang's understanding of the Lesser Brightness Scripture far surpassed her own. She couldn't help but sigh.

"The headmaster personally went to see Elder Han and made him promise repeatedly that he wouldn't harm you or your two fellow townsmen again."

"But that old man is nearing the end of his lifespan. It's hard to say what desperate things he might do. You'd best not leave the sect for now, in case he tries to strike at you."

Weiwei knew something about Fang Yang's situation, so she warned him, hoping to keep that promising talent from being ruined by the old man surnamed Han.

"Thank you, Senior Sister."

Fang Yang thanked her.

Though he wasn't worried about Elder Han's threat, it was still best to be cautious.

Once he returned from this discussion, he would go into seclusion and break through to the Life Spring Realm.