Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1334 - 860: You Are Wang Qiutang!
Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
Moyu Peak.
With a venomous glare fixed on Wang Qisheng, Wang Qiutang snarled, "Is this what you have done?"
Kneeling on the floor, Wang Qisheng muttered dismally, "I didn’t expect Wang Shanhu to be so useless!"
"Idiot!" Rage consumed Wang Qiutang, who longed to slap this worthless son dead on the spot.
Though he had allowed Wang Qisheng to strike at Yang Qinting, Wang Qiutang never foresaw such incompetence—not only did the plot fail against Yang Qinting, but Wang Qisheng got himself captured too.
Now the Yang family had stormed right to their doorstep with their men, shattering his reputation completely.
Just then, a disciple dashed inside and announced, "Elder, news has hit the Law Enforcement Hall—Elder Jiang is marching with three hundred sword-wielding disciples to Qingyun Peak!"
Wang Qiutang drew a heavy breath before rising steadily. "Go!"
"Father, where are we heading?" Wang Qisheng asked in confusion.
"Where else but Qingyun Peak!" Wang Qiutang roared furiously.
"Father, save me—don’t turn me over to the Law Enforcement Hall!" Wang Qisheng trembled as understanding hit him, pleading desperately.
Elder Jiang of the Law Enforcement Hall resembled the living King Yan. Wrongdoers who entered never escaped without grave punishment.
"Be silent and move fast! Trouble awaits if we delay!"
Paying no heed to this disappointing offspring, Wang Qiutang hurried off toward the Outer Sect.
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Youhuang Peak, within the bamboo pavilion.
Perched at the window, Chu Lingxiao gazed out at the Outer Sect’s lush bamboo woods, a soft wind stirring the leaves gently.
"What emboldens the Yang family to demand entry at our gates?"
Doubt clouded her thoughts right then, mingled with a covert spark of hope.
Resources from the Yang family would boost her odds of breaking through to the Divine Soul Realm just a bit.
She had leaned toward accepting the marriage offer earlier, and now anticipation for it swelled further.
Pausing briefly, she leaped from the window. "Let’s go—might as well witness it!"
With those words, she exited the bamboo building alongside two maids, bound for Qingyun Peak.
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South Garden Peak, disciple quarters, inside a plain courtyard.
Anxiety had gripped Li Qianqian ever since leaving Youhuang Peak’s bamboo building that day.
She remained ignorant of Yu Qingyi’s visit to Youhuang Peak yesterday; all she knew was Yang Qinting’s return home.
"Damn it!"
In the yard, Li Qianqian slashed wildly with her sword, as if mincing enemies to pulp.
Chu Lingxiao’s apathy wounded her deeply, yet she refused to surrender so easily. She desperately wished to abandon Xuanqing Sect with Yang Qinting, but his homecoming left her channeling fury and despair into these strikes.
As Li Qianqian unleashed her rage, urgent knocks sounded at the gate. "Junior Sister Li, Junior Sister Li!"
"Who’s there!" Li Qianqian snapped irritably.
"It’s me, Bai Yiyi!"
Li Qianqian flung open the courtyard gate to find a tall woman outside, buzzing with excitement.
"Senior Sister Bai, what’s happened?"
"Junior Sister Li, massive drama! The Lake Garden Yang family demands justice at the mountain gate!"
"Justice for what!" Li Qianqian stared in bewilderment.
Bai Yiyi grinned. "Rumor has it Junior Brother Yang got ambushed by Wang Shanhu heading home. The Lake Garden Yangs seized Wang Shanhu and his gang, hauled them here, and now seek Sect accountability!"
This senior sister relished spectacles and thrived on gossip.
"Junior Sister Li, how fares your bond with Junior Brother Yang?"
"Hold on—you said Senior Brother Yang was ambushed en route home? Is he alright!" Li Qianqian pressed urgently.
"Uh, seems fine. I heard Junior Brother Yang’s with them at the mountain gate!" Bai Yiyi answered.
"I have to see it myself!" Li Qianqian bolted skyward straight for Qingyun Peak.
"Junior Sister, wait—I’m coming too!" Bai Yiyi scrambled after her.
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Before the mountain gate.
Wang Shanhu and his six accomplices endured ongoing thrashings as Jiang Baichuan arrived in splendor with three hundred sword-wielding disciples.
Yang Chengye lifted his gaze to the aerial three hundred sword-wielding disciples, eyes narrowing slightly in quiet shock.
Three hundred disciples soared overhead in impeccable order, flawless formation hinting at a unique array.
An elite squad for sure—small in count, but battle prowess not to be trifled with.
Among the throng, Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi eyed the nearing sword-wielding disciples.
"They seem extraordinary!" Yu Qingyi whispered.
Yang Zhenshan nodded faintly. "A Major Sect wields Major Sect foundations; Xuanqing Sect’s three-thousand-year legacy makes such elites expected."
"Then how does our army compare?" Yu Qingyi inquired.
Yang Zhenshan chuckled. "The Jade Capital’s Three Guards can’t match them yet, but the garrison holds equal ground!"
The Jade Capital’s Three Guards formed recently in Spirit Source Land, their power still developing.
The garrison evolved from the old Guardian Army; post Spirit Source Land reforms, the thousand guardians split threefold—two hundred to Kaiyang Tower for law enforcement buildup, two hundred as Jade Capital’s Three Guards core, six hundred holding the garrison as Spirit Source Land defenders.
Today, Spirit Source Land commands two thousand garrison plus six thousand Jade Capital’s Three Guards, eight thousand strong altogether.
Freshly grown garrison lags these sword-wielding disciples, yet the original six hundred guardian warriors rival them without question.