Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1453 - 915: Your Grandfather Is the Master Here!

Within Jade City stand three formidable forces: the Jade Central Guard, the Jade Left Guard, and the Jade Rear Guard. Initially comprising two thousand members each, these guards were later expanded to three thousand apiece, swelling their ranks to a total of nine thousand elite soldiers in Jade City. These three guards bear the solemn duty of managing external conflicts that may arise within the Spirit Source Land. However, since their inception, the Spirit Source Land has experienced no external wars, relegating the guards' primary role to the garrisoning of Yang Family Town. Even so, Yang Family Town has, at most, been defended by a mere two hundred soldiers. Despite annual rotations, the vast majority of the Jade City guards have never set foot outside the Spirit Source Land. The continued existence of the Jade City three guards appears superfluous, yet the Spirit Source Land not only maintains their structure but has also seen it grow. This persistence stems from the universally understood principle: 'maintaining troops for a thousand days is for their use at a crucial moment.'

In the study room of Ziwei Tower, a heated discussion unfolds. "Second brother, we must deploy the troops now! Those Immortal Cultivators are utterly vicious. While they shy away from directly attacking Yang Family Town, they brazenly slaughter the smaller families in its vicinity. If this continues unchecked, the prosperity of Yang Family Town will inevitably be jeopardized!" Yang Chengzhang exclaimed, facing Yang Chengmao with palpable anger. The volatile state of the Sea of Spirit threatens the Yang family's interests. Yet, paradoxically, the current situation has led to a significant surge in profits for the Yang family in the Sea of Spirit. As chaos erupted, prices for all cultivation resources, from spiritual weapons and elixirs to spirit rice and herbs, skyrocketed. Anything that could aid cultivation or enhance combat prowess saw its value increase dramatically. Consequently, over the past month, the Yang family's earnings in the Sea of Spirit have seen unprecedented growth. This surge, however, is acknowledged as temporary; should the chaos escalate, the Yang family's interests would undoubtedly suffer. Furthermore, Yang Family Town serves not only as the Yang family's stronghold in the Sea of Spirit but also as a bustling hub for Martial Cultivators. More than half of the goods flowing from the Spirit Source Land pass through Yang Family Town. Any instability in its surrounding areas would invariably impact the town's prosperity. Unlike others who might remain indifferent, Yang Chengzhang cannot afford to overlook this, having personally overseen the construction of Yang Family Town. For nearly forty years, since the Yang family's settlement, he has been its steward, transforming a desolate patch of land into the thriving community it is today. Yang Family Town is, in essence, his life's work, and he refuses to permit its ruin.

Yang Chengmao, leaning back in his chair with fingers interlaced, exuded an undeniable aura of authority. "Fifth brother, this issue extends beyond Yang Family Town; it impacts the entirety of the Sea of Spirit! The current circumstances are precarious. We must exercise caution and refrain from hasty actions." As the overseer of the Spirit Source Land, Yang Chengmao must weigh not only the welfare of Yang Family Town but also the broader implications of the Sea of Spirit's turmoil on their domain. Recent intelligence from the Secret Martial Guards reveals that the chaos is not solely the work of Loose Cultivators; numerous factions have begun to infiltrate the Spirit Source Land, with some Loose Cultivators secretly receiving support from these powerful entities. "But should we simply stand by and allow them to dismantle the decades of progress we've painstakingly built?" Yang Chengzhang implored, his frustration evident. Yang Chengmao's fingers drummed rhythmically on the table. He, too, found himself in a quandary, unable to commit to a decisive course of action. This internal conflict was not unique to him; even the elders in the council hall were embroiled in continuous debate. Some advocated for immediate, proactive strikes, while others urged a more cautious approach, preferring to observe the evolving situation. Still others suggested a strategic withdrawal, awaiting a more opportune moment. In essence, the definitive response to the Sea of Spirit's escalating crisis remained undecided at Ziwei Tower. At that precise moment, a messenger arrived from outside. "Reporting to the City Lord, a dispatch from Yang Family Town indicates that Lan Peng of the Lan family wishes an audience with the ancestor." "Lan Peng!" Yang Chengmao's mind immediately accessed the relevant information pertaining to Lan Peng.

Though he had never personally met Lan Peng, he was aware of Lan Peng’s significant ties to Yang Zhenshan.

"I understand! Firstly, dispatch a message to Senior An, instructing him to properly receive Senior Lan Peng."

With these words, he turned his gaze back to Yang Chengzhang. "Fourth Brother, why don't you head back first? I will go and consult Grandpa!"

Yang Chengzhang replied with a hint of reluctance, "Second Brother, you must not forget about this matter."

Yang Chengmao was momentarily rendered speechless. "As if I could forget! Hurry up and get going!"

Yang Chengzhang pouted. "Then, I shall take my leave!"

Having spoken, he stood up and exited the study room.

Witnessing his retreating figure, Yang Chengmao shook his head, a sense of helplessness washing over him.

Occupying this position truly presented its challenges; every single detail demanded his utmost attention.

It was an endeavor that drained both his mind and spirit, yet it seemed to yield no adequate appreciation.

Clearly, Yang Chengzhang harbored some dissatisfaction towards him, but what could be done in such circumstances?

This particular matter could not be hastily decided upon.

Shaking his head to dispel these stray thoughts, he turned and departed from the study, soaring towards the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau.

As he flew, his mind was preoccupied with contemplating the reason behind Lan Peng's impending visit to his grandfather.

Should the Lan family also be seeking assistance, the situation would undoubtedly become even more arduous to manage.

He had no inkling whether his grandfather would grant their request.

The Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau remained unchanged, exuding its usual profound tranquility.

A gentle mountain breeze wafted through the flourishing orchards, serene bamboo groves, and placid lakes, suffusing the air with an aura of profound calm.

"Greetings, Aunt Qingxia!"

Yang Chengmao arrived at the villa's entrance, coincidentally encountering Qingxia as she emerged.

"Second Young Master has arrived; please do come in!" Qingxia conveyed with a smile, holding several sizable branches, each about the thickness of a thumb.