Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1464 - 920: Is the Yang family really this extravagant? (2)

"And this material, is this Mystical Iron essence? This thing can even be used to refine magic artifacts, and they actually forged it into arrows?"

He couldn’t help but comment in his heart as he looked at the materials and craftsmanship of the arrows.

But then he was happy, "The Yang family is actually so wealthy. If I’d known earlier, I would have pledged my loyalty to them sooner!"

"I wonder if Yang Zhenshan still remembers me, an old acquaintance. I hope this time I can attach myself to this big tree of the Yang family and securely seek opportunities for Foundation Establishment!"

His heart was filled with some anticipation, but also a bit of unease.

He hoped to gain Yang Zhenshan’s attention and recognition, but feared that Yang Zhenshan, now successful, would look down on him, this useless old friend.

Li Shangyuan’s feelings were unknown to others, while the battle outside the town had reached a new phase.

The whizzing arrows continued, while Fang Shou and the few remaining Immortal Cultivators struggled to hold on, as shadows on the street approached them continuously.

Amidst the arrows, figures shot out swiftly one after another.

Forming a formation of three, one held a spear, two held sword shields, the sword shields in front, and the spear at the back, they charged straight at Fang Shou.

The continuous arrows stopped, and Fang Shou felt the prestige of the magic shield in his hand suddenly ease as the explosive force vanished without a trace.

"They stopped!"

With a thought, a look of relaxation appeared on his pale face.

Before he could fully relax, a sense of danger arose in his heart again. Without thinking much, he controlled the shield to block in front of him once more.

With a bang, a terrifying impact force hit, unexpectedly knocking his shield flying.

The next moment, a spear tip flashing with cold light thrust towards his chest.

The spear tip pressed against his chest, pushing him back over ten steps.

His face turned pale as he gazed at the flashing spear light before his chest. Just a little bit more, just a little bit more, and his life would end here. If not for the talisman constantly maintaining his Protective Magic Shield, this spear would have taken his life.

However, there was no time for distraction, as the spear light hadn’t withdrawn, a blade attack came once more.

This time Fang Shou reacted, his mana surged within, and his body floated backward, avoiding the blade attack.

"Damn it!"

Fang Shou roared angrily.

He swallowed an Elixir while channeling his mana, with a wave of his sleeve, a scorching fire snake attacked the three soldiers charging at him.

The moment the fire snake erupted, the three soldiers made an instinctive reaction.

The two Sword and Shield Hands stepped forward, combining their shields to block in front of them.

Simultaneously, they leaped up, once again charging towards Fang Shou.

The fire snake exploded, the scorching flames turning a large part of the night sky red, yet the two shields broke through the flames and once again appeared before Fang Shou.

The shields separated, blades sweeping across, the spear thrusting in.

Fang Shou never expected the three soldiers’ coordination to be so flawless, so flawless it was unbelievable.

The three of them seemed to be one entity, with no apparent flaws.

He originally thought that at the very least, one Fire Snake Skill could repel these three, but he never expected they would block his Fire Snake Skill in such a way, and once again charge in front of him.

The spell in his hands was not completed, his mana inside had not replenished, and the unexpected attack was already upon him.

Bang~~

Two blades struck his waist and abdomen, and the Protective Magic Shield on him instantly dimmed.

With a thud, the sharp spear pierced through his chest.

Before he could react further, the blade struck again, slashing at his neck.

His huge head flew up, blood splattering, scattering with a rosy hue under the bright moonlight.

Innate Martial Artists and Qi Refining Cultivators belong to the same grade. Normally, Qi Refining Third Layer is weaker than Qi Sea Stage Martial Artists, Qi Refining Fourth to Sixth Layers are on par with Earth Evil Stage Martial Artists, and Qi Refining Seventh Layer and above Immortal Cultivators are mostly stronger than Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists.

At Qi Refining Ninth Layer, Immortal Cultivators can almost kill Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists instantly.

Of course, this refers to a straightforward comparison of strength. When other factors are considered, anything is possible.

Fang Shou had Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivation. If he attacked a group of Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists, he would be a tiger among sheep, rendering over a dozen Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists powerless to retaliate.

However, this time he was not facing a group of Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artists, but a well-trained army, and it was an army that was ambushed in advance.

With a rain of arrows for suppression, and then a team of three men for a surprise attack once the Immortal Cultivators exhausted their mana.

Within a quarter of an hour, more than thirty Late-stage Qi Refining Cultivators were all killed here.

This battle showcased the accumulation of Spirit Source Land over fifty to sixty years, not just the display of a few soldiers or martial artists.

After the battle, five hundred soldiers rushed out of the streets, maintaining a complete formation, watching their surroundings vigilantly.

Han Fei, wearing a black Iron Armor, with a long knife at his waist, looked coldly at the mess on the ground.

"Clear the battlefield!"

"Yes!"

The crowd of soldiers responded.

The loud voice resounded, the quiet night could no longer be calm.

"Very well, very well! It seems I underestimated your Yang family!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, under the bright moonlight, two figures appeared hovering in mid-air at an unknown time.

Han Fei looked up at the two figures, his pupils slightly narrowing.

"Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

Fang Ze looked at the bodies on the ground, then at the intact formation of the Yang family soldiers, his eyes cold as if poisoned, as he looked at Han Fei.

Their plan was to let these Qi Refining Cultivators charge first to lure out Yang Zhenshan, then they would surprise him.

To avoid Yang Zhenshan discovering their presence prematurely, they purposely hid some distance away.

But they didn’t expect these Qi Refining Cultivators to be ambushed even before entering the town, and more unexpectedly, within a quarter of an hour, these Qi Refining Cultivators were completely wiped out.

Actually, there was one more thing he didn’t expect, which was that their hiding had no significance. Yang Zhenshan had long discovered their presence.

Now Yang Zhenshan’s Spiritual Sense could cover an area over three thousand zhang round, even Li Shangyuan hiding twenty miles away was within Yang Zhenshan’s Spiritual Sense range.

Fang Ze was very angry, feeling a bit humiliated and furious.

He gathered this group of Loose Cultivators, although they were a ragtag bunch, he thought it was enough to cause chaos for the Yang family.

But what happened?

This ragtag group was completely eradicated even before entering Yang Family Town.

This was simply slapping him in the face, and it was loud and clear.

"Humph!"

His face couldn’t maintain composure, and he wanted to vent his anger on the soldiers in front of him.

With a flick of his sleeve, a fierce flame emerged out of thin air, illuminating the surrounding night sky brightly.

The flames roiled, pouring down towards Han Fei and the other soldiers.

The soldiers met it without fear, the Sword and Shield Hands raised their shields, the archers pulled their bows with arrows nocked, and Han Fei also gripped his knife handle, preparing to fight.

Just when Fang Ze was about to use the flames to overwhelm these ignorant riffraff, another sudden voice rang out.

"Haha, really any cat or dog dares to cause trouble at my Yang family!"

"To be honest, I’m very curious who gave you the courage!"

Yang Zhenshan, wearing the Green Pine Magic Robe, hovered under the bright moon, a palm-sized small cauldron rotating around him.

His eyes glowed gold as he surveyed Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan.

Under his eyes and Spiritual Sense, the every move of Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan could not escape his detection.

A faint pressure spread, and the faces of Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan turned grave.

Just then, a large red satin floated out from within the town, covering the heads of the soldiers like a curtain, enveloping the blazing flames in midair.

"Even such little True Fire, you dare show it off, haha, you truly look down on my Hong Fuxiu!"

Hong Fuxiu, dressed in red, gracefully arrived, the satin swallowed the flames and wrapped around her, merging with her red attire in the blink of an eye.

Fang Ze’s expression changed, abruptly turning his head to look.

He was not surprised by Hong Fuxiu’s arrival, but was shocked by the sudden aura behind him.

The burly figure appeared hauntingly behind him more than ten zhang away, and he was completely unaware.

If the other had not deliberately leaked a wisp of aura, he wouldn’t even have noticed the other’s presence.