Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1336: 861: Only With Sufficient Strength Can One Control Their Own Fate
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“Greetings, Yang! I am Master Yunxiao!” Yunxiao bowed respectfully.
“I’m Yang Zhenshan from the Yang family!” Yang Zhenshan reciprocated the bow while speaking in an icy tone.
Yunxiao cast a look at the straight vines scattered on the ground, then toward the distant group of spectators, a wave of intense frustration surging in his heart.
In truth, he had no desire to deal with such troubles, yet as a Sect member, he was compelled to intervene.
The present circumstances demanded his action; allowing Lin Daoyuan to take the lead wouldn’t suffice.
Even the Sect Master or fellow elders would pale in comparison to Yang Zhenshan.
At that moment, everyone ignored Wang Qiutang completely. The instant Yang Zhenshan showed up, Wang Qiutang had already stepped back, knowing he had no place to interject in what was coming.
Within the Xuanqing Sect, Wang Qiutang enjoyed elevated standing, but before Immortal Cultivators, he amounted to nothing.
To speak bluntly, without the Sect’s Great Array shielding him, Yang Zhenshan could slay him with ease, much like how he destroyed Mo Xuanyu’s blood puppet corpses in Cloud Abyss Valley.
“Yang, why not come inside the Sect for a discussion!” Yunxiao suggested in a friendly manner.
Yang Zhenshan shot Wang Qiutang a piercing glance and replied flatly, “I wouldn’t presume; I fear I might not depart from this Xuanqing Sect alive!”
“I’ll keep today’s incident in mind, and one day, I’ll make the Xuanqing Sect pay for it!”
His words dripped with chill, unleashing killing intent that stabbed like arrows into Wang Qiutang’s chest, leaving him rigid and scarcely daring to breathe.
“Yang, it’s merely a misunderstanding!” Yunxiao attempted to clarify.
Yet Yang Zhenshan had zero patience for further talk with him.
The turn of events caught him somewhat off guard; he never anticipated Wang Qiutang’s brazen recklessness, launching lethal strikes at Yang Chengye and the rest the moment he arrived.
As one of the Twelve Families, the Yang family boasted strength, and Yang Zhenshan himself was a Foundation Establishment Cultivator serving as Guest Elder for the Illusion Moon Sect.
Wang Qiutang displayed utter disregard, attacking with full murderous intent and no mercy.
“Qinting, you’re leaving the Xuanqing Sect effective immediately—any issues with that?” Yang Zhenshan turned to Yang Qinting.
Yang Qinting let out an inner sigh, “None at all!”
“Good!” Yang Zhenshan gave a faint nod, “The Yang family never endures insults quietly. The Xuanqing Sect has three days to give me a proper accounting, otherwise~~”
Yang Zhenshan lifted his gaze to the overhead clouds, “Without it, I have no qualms razing the Xuanqing Sect to the ground!”
His declaration targeted neither Wang Qiutang nor Yunxiao, but Lin Daoyuan lurking above the clouds.
As for pulling it off, that posed no challenge—just a question of expending some Spirit Stones.
What did a million Spirit Stones matter?
The Spirit Source Land could supply them effortlessly now!
Once his words hung in the air, ignoring any response from the Xuanqing Sect, he flicked his sleeve, and Yang Chengye, Yang Qinting, and the others vanished right there.
The onlookers stood frozen for a beat, then erupted in stunned silence.
Next, Yang Zhenshan himself faded away.
The massive Pill Furnace evaporated, the coiling Golden Crow dissolved, and Yang Zhenshan’s presence left no trace.
Silence enveloped the scene.
But it swiftly exploded into clamor.
“How in the world did they vanish?”
“What kind of power is that?”
“Can Immortal Cultivators wield such techniques?”
“Heavens above, they melted into nothing—where on earth did they go?”
Innumerable queries flooded the spectators’ thoughts, filling them with confusion and awe.
Jiang Baichuan drew a heavy breath, shot a frosty look at Wang Qiutang, then addressed Master Yunxiao, “True Man, about this incident!”
Yunxiao shook his head faintly, “Don’t look to me; I’m just as baffled!”
Immortal Cultivators commanded numerous ways to vanish without a trace—invisibility, teleportation, or retreat into unique Magical Treasures or Spiritual Treasures.
Yet invisibility betrayed energy ripples, teleportation unleashed mana surges, nothing like this flawless disappearance devoid of any trace.
Certain Magical Treasures or Spiritual Treasures housed separate realms for entry, but those artifacts themselves persisted visibly outside.
“Grotto Heaven?”
Yunxiao pondered inwardly; only a Grotto Heaven could enable such traceless vanishing, dwelling in the Void where the material realm and Void intertwined like Yin and Yang, accessible from any spot.
Entry into the Void or a Grotto Heaven therein alone allowed disappearance absent mana traces.
Jiang Baichuan remained unaware of Yunxiao’s musings, sighing softly, “I wonder how the True Man plans to address this.”
“Hehe, leave it to the Supreme Elder and Sect Master to fret over; it’s beyond my authority!” Yunxiao flicked his long sleeve and floated away carefree.
Yun Xi stayed silent throughout, her eyes sparkling as they fixed on Yang Zhenshan’s Pill Furnace, lost in her own contemplations.
With Yunxiao’s departure, she trailed after him, showing no desire to comment.
In fact, Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivators occupied a peculiar position in the Xuanqing Sect. Their rank appeared lofty, surpassing many Martial God Elders and even the Sect Master, yielding only to Supreme Elder Lin Daoyuan, yet their actual authority confined Yunxiao and Yun Xi to overseeing Immortal Fate Peak alone; nothing beyond it fell under their sway.
This stemmed from the Xuanqing Sect’s foundation among Martial Artists, who revered Immortal Cultivators without handing them greater control.
Having tangled with Yang Zhenshan, Yunxiao lost all appetite for meddling in the Sect’s messy internal squabbles.