Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1117: Chapter 757: Leaving the Formation, Sudden Change

Yang Zhenshan took out his storage bag. Actually, his storage bag wasn’t of much use, but this time he must have one.

Because upon leaving, he needs to hand over his storage bag, and after the major sects inspect it, they will divide half of his gains before returning the rest to him.

Coming here, if he returns with nothing, it would be hard to explain.

So he had already prepared a storage bag with a cultivation technique, some spiritual medicine and spiritual fruit.

But now he thought about it, he put in a few more types of spirit fruit and medicine, and also selected some miscellaneous items from these three people’s storage bags to make it seem like he had a bountiful harvest, thus preventing trouble from arising from the major sects’ inquiries.

After preparing the storage bag, Yang Zhenshan sent the Green Wolf back to the Spirit Source Land, and then cautiously approached the position where he initially entered the ancient array.

His luck was pretty good going forward, and he didn’t encounter anyone lying in ambush. Nearing twilight, he arrived at the predetermined spot.

Upon his arrival, there were already over ten people here.

Yang Zhenshan didn’t step forward immediately but observed for a while, then flashed back to the Spirit Source Land and made his clothes dirty and ragged.

He had no choice, as everyone appeared quite disheveled, and he was the only one who was clean, which made him stand out too much.

After getting everything ready, Yang Zhenshan finally walked out from the forest and came before the crowd.

Even though many people were gathered here, there was surprisingly less hostility among them.

This was understandable, as everyone here knew that anyone making a move would be intentionally provoking enmity.

Even if one managed to kill the target, there would be many witnesses, and upon leaving, the target’s family could easily identify the enemy, leading to a never-ending vendetta.

Thus, upon arriving here, everyone seemed to have abandoned thoughts of conflict and found a clean place to rest.

Yang Zhenshan’s arrival drew their attention, but they merely glanced at him and no longer paid him any mind.

As Yang Zhenshan scanned the faces of those present, he furrowed his brow slightly.

Lan Peng and Lu Youning hadn’t arrived yet?

While he wasn’t concerned about others, he couldn’t ignore Lan Peng and Lu Youning.

Lan Peng was his friend, and Lu Youning was a direct descendant of the Lu family. If anything happened to Lu Youning, Lan Peng would have a difficult time explaining to the Lu family.

However, the ancient array was set to open at noon tomorrow, so there was still time.

Yang Zhenshan thought for a moment and rested under a tree.

He didn’t really need to rest, it was just for appearances.

The night was relatively peaceful even though occasional roars of mutant beasts sounded from afar. Fortunately, no mutant beasts appeared in this area, nor did anyone act irrationally here.

But as the night passed, Lan Peng and Lu Youning had yet to arrive, casting a shadow over Yang Zhenshan’s heart.

In the early morning, Yang Zhenshan stood on a large tree, gazing at the lush mountain forest surrounding him.

“Could they have died here?”

As time quietly slipped away and more people gathered, Yang Zhenshan grew increasingly worried.

By now, only a little over twenty people had gathered, just shy of thirty.

Just as Yang Zhenshan thought Lan Peng might have truly died within, a disturbance echoed from the distant thickets.

Yang Zhenshan narrowed his eyes and immediately looked over.

He saw figures swiftly darting through the dense woods, not just one person, it appeared to be several.

Through the thick foliage, Yang Zhenshan spotted the figures of the two at the front.

It’s Lan Peng!

His heart spirit shook.

Lan Peng was carrying someone on his back, and from the shape of that person, it was likely Lu Youning.

Behind Lan Peng were three elders with white hair.

Yang Zhenshan squinted his eyes, already cursing inwardly.

“Damn it, these old bastards!”

No need to ask; Yang Zhenshan had guessed the situation.

These three old men were likely similar to the ones he encountered earlier, committing acts of murder and robbery here.

And Lan Peng had likely fallen into their ambush.

As Lan Peng approached within dozens of yards, Yang Zhenshan suddenly leapt forward, shooting out like a sharp arrow.

“Brother Lan!”

“Brother Yang!” Lan Peng saw Yang Zhenshan rushing over, his pale face filled with joy.

Yang Zhenshan couldn’t afford to say more, having already bypassed Lan Peng, his spear lifting to divert the sword light flying towards them.

“Seniors, since we’ve all arrived here, it’s time to end this!”

He stood with his spear blocking the trio of old men, speaking coldly.

The three men in front wore dark yellow robes, with white hair and wrinkled faces, resembling the three elderly ones he encountered previously.

However, those earlier old men wore green robes, looking more like they were from the Xuanqing Sect.

And these three in front were likely from the Wuxiang Sect!

He remembered that among those brought by the Wuxiang Sect, some wore such robes.

“Haha, do you think you can stop us three?” an elder with a slightly plump figure said coldly.

“I can’t stop you, but since we’re all here, it should end now! With so many eyes watching, seniors, it’s better not to be too ruthless!” Yang Zhenshan said loudly.

The elder glanced at the forest behind Yang Zhenshan, where quite a few people had cast their eyes over.