Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1362 - 872: Three Yin Weaving the Web

Jiang Ping’an grasped the situation instantly and hurriedly pulled Yang Jishan toward the courtyard's exit.

Right now, he had no idea whether Yang Jishan lived or not; all he knew was that he must flee while carrying him.

"Eighth Master!"

The moment he crossed the threshold, Yang Cheng’an came into view, a flying sword from a black-robed cultivator impaled straight through his chest.

Blood spurted from Yang Cheng’an’s mouth as he crumpled to the ground, his eyes dimming to a lifeless gray.

"Haha~~ Even an ant-like Martial Artist dares to attack an Immortal Cultivator, courting death!"

With a icy tone, the black-robed cultivator spoke, then yanked the Storage Bag from Yang Cheng’an’s waist, gave it a quick scan, and a wicked grin spread across his features.

Inside were not just all the magic artifacts he had sold, but also tens of thousands of Spirit Stones.

His hunch proved right; this Artifact Refining Workshop was truly loaded with wealth.

While he reveled in his delight, a spear thrust down abruptly, sinking into the black-robed cultivator’s belly with a squelch, its tip bursting out from his back.

Yang Cheng’an’s once-dull eyes flared with sharp intensity.

"Ah~~"

Agonizing shrieks erupted from the black-robed cultivator as furious mana burst forth, hurling Yang Cheng’an aside.

Yang Cheng’an crashed into the courtyard wall, shattering the sturdy green stone structure.

Yet Yang Cheng’an refused to linger a second longer. Even before regaining his balance, he bounded off like a swift leopard.

That spear had inflicted a heavy wound on the black-robed cultivator, though it probably wasn’t lethal.

He himself bore grievous damage too—the black-robed cultivator’s flying sword had gouged his chest, creating a gaping hole two fingers wide, with chunks of his heart torn away.

Any regular Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artist would have died on the spot, yet Yang Cheng’an hung on thanks to perfect mastery of the Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill.

Jiang Ping’an had no clue where he had taken Yang Jishan. Yang Cheng’an couldn’t spare a thought for them now; he darted into the rundown shantytown and collapsed inside an abandoned straw hut.

His wounds were far too dire; he needed the Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill to mend them.

This Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill turns the flesh to wood-like state, fostering recovery and mending wounds. Unless slain outright, it grants a spark of hope for survival.

Yang Cheng’an slipped into the wood-transformation state, his Heart Spirit easing as darkness swallowed his sight and he blacked out.

At the same time, Jiang Ping’an hauled Yang Jishan into the shantytown.

The shantytown served as a haven for lowly cultivators and martial artists, making its surroundings the most tangled and chaotic, just a stone’s throw from the Yang family’s Artifact Refining Workshop.

Put simply, it was Lotus Heart Valley’s slum district, filled with rickety wooden sheds or mud-brick huts, filthy and cluttered, mirroring city slums everywhere.

By rights, cultivators and martial artists shouldn’t endure such squalor, but in Lotus Heart Valley—an Immortal Cultivator’s domain—martial artists and early Qi Refinement cultivators ranked at the bottom.

Shouldering Yang Jishan, Jiang Ping’an burst into a crumbling adobe dwelling, only to face a flash of sword light hurtling his way the instant he stepped in.

"Wait, I’m not a bad person!" Jiang Ping’an called out in haste.

The sword gleam halted sharply; a young woman with a ashen face stood in the gloomy interior.

Early twenties in age, she hadn’t used any youth-preserving technique—she was genuinely just past twenty.

"Get out!" The woman yelled anxiously.

"Immortal Master, let us hide for a moment!" Jiang Ping’an begged.

The woman eyed Jiang Ping’an closely, then glanced at Yang Jishan slung on his back. "You guys are from the Yang Family’s Artifact Refining Workshop?"

"The Immortal Master knows us!" Jiang Ping’an’s eyes sparkled as he inquired.

"I’ve seen you," the woman sheathed her sword, let out a relieved breath, and added, "Come in then!"

Chaos still reigned outside, yet the shantytown stayed somewhat calm. So impoverished, those black-robed cultivators probably wouldn’t bother with it.

Naturally, this held true for now; no guarantee it would last.

Should the black-robed cultivators merely seek plunder, they might withdraw shortly. But if they aimed to claim Lotus Heart Valley, not even the shantytown would be spared doom.

The woman helped Jiang Ping’an ease Yang Jishan onto the room’s dirt bed, inspecting his wounds at the same time.

"His injuries are very severe; he likely won’t survive!" The woman declared.

Jiang Ping’an paled, "Please, Immortal Master, save him!"

"I'm not unwilling to save him; I just lack the means. It appears he's been scorched by venomous flames. His external wounds aren't too grave, yet a massive buildup of fire poison lingers within him. Without a top-grade Detoxification Pill, he's beyond saving!" The woman clarified.

Jiang Ping’an felt stunned. "A top-grade Detoxification Pill!"

Swiftly, he rummaged in his Storage Bag and promptly pulled out a Porcelain Bottle. He tipped out the pill inside and shoved it into Yang Jishan’s mouth.

The woman gazed at Jiang Ping’an with astonishment, spotting several Storage Bags on both him and Yang Jishan.

An odd expression flickered across her face, but she soon released a quiet sigh.

Greed had stirred in her moments earlier, though she quickly quelled it.

"Do you have Wood Spirit Pills?" the woman inquired.

"Yes!" Jiang Ping’an dug through the Storage Bag once more, offering her a bottle of elixirs.

The woman retrieved the Wood Spirit Pills, slipping them one after another into Yang Jishan’s mouth.

"Wood Spirit Pills possess pure Wood Attribute Spiritual Power. They can't neutralize the poison, but they will boost his vital energy and heighten his defenses against it!"

She explained softly.