Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1335 - 860: You Are Wang Qiutang! (Part 2)

Regardless of cultivation base, gear, or array setups, he stood equal to these sword-holding disciples.

Jiang Baichuan rushed to the mountain gate on flight, but prior to saying anything, Wang Qiutang appeared as well.

Wang Qiutang gazed at Wang Shanhu and the other five, hanging onto life by a thread, his aged face darkening like pitch black.

"How dare you!"

He snarled in icy rebuke, seizing the moment, "From where do you despicable intruders hail, bold enough to attack the Xuanqing Sect's mountain gate?"

His thunderous roar resounded across sky and land, stunning all nearby ears.

Before the echo died, a fierce sword beam rocketed skyward, slicing straight at Yang Chengye and his group.

No one foresaw Wang Qiutang casting aside his dignity to strike at juniors.

Jiang Baichuan hadn't anticipated it, leaving him no chance to intervene.

Yang Zhenshan never imagined this shameless elder would act so boldly; should that sword connect, Yang Chengye was doomed.

"Old dog, you seek death!"

Yang Zhenshan exploded in rage. Though he'd schemed against Xuanqing Sect earlier, harboring some guilt, those sentiments now evaporated completely.

Mana surged through his body, flowing from his feet into the earth, making the ground quiver faintly.

Yang Chengye narrowed his gaze, sensing the icy sword tip's threat. He lifted his spear, unleashing a brilliant shaft of spear light.

What if the foe was a Golden Body Realm martial expert?

He'd strike anyway!

"Protect the young master!"

Luo Bo, Song Jie, and the rest instantly hoisted their spears, forming a guard around Yang Chengye and Yang Qinting.

Their intense battle will burst forth without delay, refusing to yield an inch.

Yet prior to their assault, the green stone slabs underfoot cracked apart, over a hundred arm-thick vine whips erupting upward.

These vines mimicked spears, creating a dense spear forest, surging forward like myriad troops storming the Xuanqing Sect's gate.

The spear rush swelled like ocean waves, instantly smashing into Wang Qiutang's massive sword glow.

Rumble~~~

Awesome shockwaves detonated in the air, rippling out over a hundred miles.

Wang Qiutang's power was undeniably mighty, boasting late Golden Body Realm cultivation.

Yet Yang Zhenshan's Vine Skill had reached Transformation Realm perfection, infused with his singular spear intent and decades of war-hardened insight.

Every vine acted as a warrior channeling his spear will, battling in his place.

Wang Qiutang's sword glow domineered fiercely, whereas Yang Zhenshan's vines swept like an unstoppable legion.

Upon impact, the sword beam fragmented at once, the surging vines crashing down upon Wang Qiutang like a colossal breaker.

Witnessing this, Wang Qiutang's eyes shrank sharply, raw horror etching his features.

The vines bore down but halted short of Wang Qiutang, as the sect gate's array flared to life, erecting a barrier shield over him and his allies.

Yang Zhenshan's gaze darkened ominously; he snatched Yu Qingyi, who blinked out of sight. Moments later, a pill furnace materialized from nowhere, hoisting Yang Zhenshan aloft.

Caw caw~~

The shrill crow cries pierced heavens and earth, resounding from Green Jade City to Xuanqing Sect's twenty-four peaks.

The Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace, a mid-grade Spiritual Treasure, housed True Sun Fire, ideal for pill refining or shielding.

During his Qi Refinement days, Yang Zhenshan couldn't rouse this mighty Spiritual Treasure; even now in early Foundation Establishment, full control eluded him.

Activation wasn't essential though—the furnace possessed an Artifact Spirit. Fed ample Spirit Stones, the Golden Crow could unleash eighty percent of its might.

Yang Zhenshan dared scheme against Xuanqing Sect thanks to this mid-grade Spiritual Treasure in his arsenal.

Truth be told, Yang Zhenshan avoided deploying the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace save in dire need, given its gluttonous hunger like a Taotie.

In combat, one fire blast devoured tens of thousands of Spirit Stones; a few more, and hundreds of thousands of low-grade ones vanished.

"You must be Wang Qiutang!"

Yang Zhenshan bellowed icily.

"Grandfather!" Yang Chengye hastily bowed at the sight of Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Qinting and others mirrored him.

All onlookers gaped in total astonishment at Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan's presence stunned beyond measure.

Perched atop the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace, draped in verdant Vestment robes, topped by a pristine white Jade Crown, his gaze flashed with electric vigor, an immense aura manifesting solidly, bearing down oppressively. Above all, a blazing Golden Crow hovered over his head.

This fearsome Golden Crow radiated golden infernos, its blistering heat searing everyone's flesh.

Wang Qiutang eyed the Golden Crow, then Yang Zhenshan, his fingers twitching uncontrollably.

"Esteemed Daoist!" Jiang Baichuan lamented silently, yet advanced with cupped hands in salute.

"Who are you?" Yang Zhenshan demanded coldly.

"I am Jiang Baichuan, Elder of the Law Enforcement Hall of the Xuanqing Sect!"

"Doesn't the Xuanqing Sect have Foundation Establishment Cultivators? Shouldn't they be summoned here?" Yang Zhenshan offered Jiang Baichuan no respect.

By now, restraint was pointless.

Wang Qiutang had indeed ignited Yang Zhenshan's wrath, attempting to slay Yang Chengye outright—did he truly believe a Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivator lacked fury?

Who was Yang Chengye?

The Yang family's prized eldest grandson.

In all of Spirit Origin Land, by prestige alone, Yang Chengye ranked top ten.

An Yuxing or Liang Shengze would trail behind him.

For Yang Chengye was the Yang family's chief heir.

Should harm befall Yang Chengye, Spirit Origin Land would ignite in all-out war.

In that chaos, Xuanqing Sect meant nothing; Yang Zhenshan would raze the entire Sea of Spirit for vengeance.

This wasn't mere preference—it was duty to avenge Yang Chengye.

The Yang family dominated Spirit Origin Land, with Yang Chengye as its Young Master.

Though Yang Zhenshan shunned such thoughts, others viewed it plainly.

When Yang Zhenshan placed Yang Chengmao over Ziwei Tower, didn't An Yuxing protest?

Objections arose because Yang Mingcheng's line—Yang Chengye, Yang Qinyuan, Yang Jijue—held the true Yang family succession.

Jiang Baichuan drew a deep breath, replying calmly, "True Man, please hold a moment. I shall summon the two Masters at once!"

Golden Body Realm and Foundation Establishment might appear parallel, yet the chasm between them yawned immense.

They occupied entirely different tiers.

Thus, Martial Artists and Immortal Cultivators diverged greatly.

Yang Zhenshan's scorn for Jiang Baichuan didn't rile him; he grasped the gulf all too well.

"No need, we have already arrived!"

Voices rang out as two silhouettes neared, swords carrying them swiftly.

Yang Zhenshan observed the pair steadily.

He knew their identities; Xuanqing Sect housed two Foundation Establishment Cultivators: Master Yunxiao and Master Yunxi.

Both at mid Foundation Establishment, Yunxiao older at roughly two hundred forty years, Yunxi younger at about one hundred sixty.

Master Yunxiao drew near, spotting the Golden Crow above Yang Zhenshan, his expression turning solemn.

A Spiritual Treasure!

Undeniably a Spiritual Treasure!

For Foundation Establishment Cultivators, such treasures proved invaluable, their temptation irresistible.

Still, wielding one at this realm felt like clutching a pearl without luster—hard to activate, harder to bind its Artifact Spirit.

Subduing an Artifact Spirit outstripped taming beasts, given their sharp wits; they spurned servitude to cultivators.

Yang Zhenshan won the Golden Crow's loyalty initially as Grotto Heaven master; elsewise, it ignored him.

Though Yunxiao yearned for Yang Zhenshan's Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace, it lay beyond reach.

Slaying Yang Zhenshan wouldn't yield the treasure's submission.