Chapter 42: The Old Ancestor of the Yang Family

  "What? With the strength of Lao Er's gathering spirit in the three realms, not only did he fail to catch the person, but he also got himself injured? And it was a sword wound?"

  Yang's old ancestor slapped the table, staring incredulously. After handing over everything at the dock and rushing back, the first news he heard was that his own son was injured, and the one who had beaten him up was that young man.

  Martial skills, only earth-level martial skills can cross a boundary to harm people, but that's only when one is at the peak of a boundary and another has just broken through. The further you cultivate, the more difficult it becomes, especially when one is in the innate boundary and the other is still entering the martial path. These two are worlds apart, even if they were both at the ninth heaven of the innate boundary and the first heaven of the gathering spirit boundary. Could it be... heavenly-level martial arts?

  Isn't this the legendary top-grade martial art?

  Yang Zong suddenly felt a little short of breath. If it were a top-notch martial art, even if the entire Yang family was at stake, as long as there was a top-notch martial art, ten years later, twenty years later, another top-notch Yang family would emerge, and by then, how big would the Yang family be? Why bother looking at others' faces? That's what a true aristocratic family is!

  "Hmm, indeed he was stabbed by a sword. The other day, that storyteller also said that the young man's swordsmanship is superb, even Snake Neck Dragon was injured by him. At that time, I didn't believe it, but I paid attention to it, who would have thought that this young man actually injured my second brother as well? Father, this young man might be hiding a lot, right?" Yang Kun said with a bitter face.

  "Boss, can you tell me again what happened... clearly? Forget it, I'll just go ask the second-in-command directly. Is he in his room now?"

  Yang Zong asked Dao.

  "Rest in your room, Dad. This time... we're all afraid of being swindled." Yang Kun walked ahead to lead the way, but his words were accompanied by a bitter smile.

  "What's wrong? Apart from Er'ge having an accident, is there anything else that can't be done?" Yang Zongyi asked while walking.

  "Hmm, Zhang Ji and Li Ze Ping seem to have some suspicions, especially after Er Ge got injured yesterday. They both came to my Yang family's place, seemingly wanting to probe for information." Yang Kun said in a low voice.

  "Hmm, I see. It seems that those two families also want a share of the pie! Alas, our strength... is still a bit lacking! Let's take things one step at a time for now, since no one has been caught yet. First, let's go see Old Second!" Yang Zongzi's thoughts were somewhat heavy. This matter wasn't handled strictly enough. If only he had returned earlier, who would have thought that that little brat would appear in Leshan City? And his cultivation method isn't Earth-level, but the legendary Heaven-level!

  For the Yang family, whose highest martial art was only a low-grade Earth-level technique, that was a naked temptation, and they were willing to risk everything, even if it meant sacrificing the entire Yang family.

  Yang Qian's yard wasn't far away and they arrived in just a moment.

  Yang Zong let Yang Qian recount the current situation again when they went inside, without leaving out a single detail.

  Yang Qian sat up, starting to recall yesterday's scene. As he spoke sentence by sentence, Yang Zong's face changed greatly. After he finished speaking, the old man opened his mouth and said: "I know, you should rest well and recover from your injuries before talking about other things."

  As soon as he left Yang Qian's courtyard, Yang Zong's face turned somewhat gloomy. The change in the situation seemed to have exceeded his expectations. He had originally planned to use his grandson's apprenticeship as an excuse to keep Wu Ming confined to the Yang family, and eventually, there would be opportunities to extract all his martial arts secrets from him. However, that little scoundrel was too cunning and had actually seen through the Yang family's intentions. Unfortunately, if he hadn't been afraid of the Zhang and Li families discovering something unusual, he should have taken action to capture that little scamp on the spot.

  "Kun'er, you stay and guard the house. That little scoundrel is slippery, I'll go catch him myself, it's better that way, fewer worries at night. Remember, if things can't be helped, quietly transfer the Yang family's power, wait for 180 years, when the Yang family rises again, who will dare to oppose us?"

  Yang Kun nodded, his solemn face somewhat pale.

  "Be careful, Dad, that kid still doesn't know if he has an ace up his sleeve."

  Yang Zong shook his head and said, "The Xuantian Sect's Quanping martial arts are only top-grade earth-level, but this kid knows heavenly-level martial arts. He must have had some kind of lucky encounter when he came down the mountain. Don't worry, I've been roaming the Jianghu for over a hundred years, I won't fall for it so easily! Let's not talk about it anymore, you hold off those two families, I'll go catch him!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Zongzhi had already transformed into a stream of light and flew out of the Yang family.

  "Hiss~"

  A grey eagle with a wingspan of nearly ten zhang descended, Yang Zong took one leap and jumped onto it, then flew out of the city.

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  Wu Ming, despite having the Nine Yang True Classic in his possession, was severely injured by Yang Qian's single palm strike. The strike had caused his internal organs to shift and his blood to churn turbulently. If it hadn't been for that, he would have immediately turned around and killed Yang Qian instead of sparing his life. Regardless, the gap between their levels of cultivation was ultimately difficult to bridge, and Wu Ming also feared that Yang might have a hidden trick up his sleeve.

  Jumped into the mountains, using the remaining true energy in the meridians to forcibly suppress the internal injuries in the body, and ran forward for a long time without knowing how long it took, until confirming temporary safety, only then did he stop.

  The night was deep and the moon was bright, with numerous stars twinkling. The moonlight filtered through the leaves of the trees above, casting dappled shadows on the ground. It was then that Wu Ming began to circulate his Nine Yang True Classic. Although it only took a day to cross over into that martial arts realm, this one day was enough time to do many things, such as the Yang family sending an even more formidable expert.

  Exceptional martial arts skills, who wouldn't want to seize them?

  Wu Ming was very clear about the consequences, if Yang's family was ruthless, they would directly destroy his dantian, and then he would be finished, even if he had a martial artist title. Last time, it was also because Yang Jian underestimated him, and he didn't dare to really kill Wu Ming, that's why he succeeded. If they were to really fight, it's likely that ten Wu Mings wouldn't be enough to take on one of them. A martial artist who has entered the path of martial arts is fundamentally different from a martial artist in the Xiantian realm, this is an insurmountable difference in their realms.

  Qigong circulation, walked three big cycles, barely suppressed the injury. Now it's also midnight, and this is a mountain forest, not only to guard against Yang's family pursuit but also to prevent mountain monsters, after all, still need to be careful.

  He got up and put away his things, Wu Ming walked in the forest with a serious face, thinking to himself that next time it would be another member of the Yang family coming over, and he didn't know if the sect had received his message.

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