Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1463 - 920: Is the Yang Family Really This Extravagant?

As Li Shangyuan pondered the defensive capabilities of Yang Family Town, a subtle rustling sound broke the dim twilight. The noise was so faint it could be easily missed in the profound silence of the night. However, Li Shangyuan detected it and, acting on instinct, immediately turned to flee. At that precise moment, a sharp command echoed from the town's streets: "Release arrows!"

Swish, swish, swish~~

Instantly, a piercing whistle sliced through the night's tranquility. A deluge of arrows descended like a tempest, glinting under the moon, resembling a myriad of stars against the dark canvas. The Immortal Cultivators reacted with preternatural speed; the very instant the command was given, their Protective Magic Shields flared to life, fortified by both defensive spells and magic artifacts. The arrow storm struck, each impact a sharp clang against the shields, causing them to flicker erratically.

Fang Shou found himself at the vanguard, absorbing the brunt of the arrow onslaught. He had prepared his defenses the moment the volley began. "Bows and arrows! Ha, how dare you deploy such feeble implements!" he scoffed disdainfully, his tone dismissive. Yet, as the arrows impacted his body, his expression shifted dramatically.

Before he could fully process the situation, another dense wave of arrows hammered down, more furious and compact than the last. Fang Shou hastily conjured a crimson shield before him, simultaneously activating two Protective Talismans. The fiery Protective Magic Shield aggressively enveloped him. In that instant, screams erupted around him. Glancing towards the source of the cries, he witnessed the tall, gaunt cultivator transformed into a prickly mess of arrows. Many others attempting to escape met a similar fate, riddled with countless arrows in their backs. The relentless whistling of the arrow rain continued unabated.

Within the town, spectral figures darted unpredictably through the dimly lit streets, advancing towards them. Faint spiritual light flickered along the thoroughfare, like scattered starlight. Fang Shou yearned to retreat, but the ceaseless barrage of arrows prevented him from gathering the Mana necessary for a swift escape, compelling him into a slow, tactical withdrawal. His crimson shield pulsed with intensifying light, occasionally erupting with searing flames that scattered outwards. Fang Shou's face grew sterner; his shield, a high-grade Magic Artifact albeit not top-tier, possessed remarkable defensive power. Yet, facing this relentless hail of arrows, the shield seemed to struggle valiantly to hold its integrity. More critically, channeling the Mana required to sustain the shield left him utterly drained, making it exceedingly difficult to even channel Mana, let alone cast a spell.

Meanwhile, Li Shangyuan was scrambling desperately, practically crawling on all fours, his state quite pitiable. Above him, arrows whizzed past; to stand would have instantly turned him into a target. The initial arrow volley, launched in an arc, was numerous but lacked significant force, whereas the current barrage was direct, each arrow imbued with potent momentum. Fortunately, Li Shangyuan had been positioned at the rear and reacted swiftly; otherwise, he too might have been impaled. He crawled with remarkable haste, covering several miles in mere moments. Sensing the weakening power of the arrows, he finally rose and sprinted southward.

"Damn it, these are all Martial Artist’s spiritual weapons!" As he fled, Li Shangyuan clutched an arrow, examining it closely. "Arm troops for a thousand days to use them for an hour!" In the Spirit Source Land, they had prepared their forces for far longer than a millennium. From the initial Guardian Army to the current Jade Capital’s Three Guards, soldiers had undergone training for sixty years. In six decades within the Spirit Source Land, even individuals with inferior aptitude could attain the Earth Evil Stage. Furthermore, the Spirit Source Land diligently cultivated not only soldiers but also Artifact Refiners. Ever since Yang Chengzhen successfully crafted the first spiritual weapon-grade bow and arrow over forty years prior, the Spirit Source Land had equipped the Jade Capital’s Three Guards with spiritual weapon-grade bows and arrows, incorporating numerous upgrades and enhancements over the ensuing decades. Currently, every soldier in the Jade Capital’s Three Guards wielded a high-grade spiritual weapon longbow and three hundred spiritual weapon-grade arrows. These three hundred arrows comprised top, middle, and lower grades, each designed for specific purposes. Additionally, the Jade Capital’s Three Guards had undergone specialized training to combat Immortal Cultivators, developing 'Dispel Arrows' engineered for potent penetration and disruption, capable of detonating upon contact with Magic Power Shields. This marked the Jade Capital’s Three Guards' inaugural real combat engagement, yet they had meticulously drilled for such a confrontation countless times.

By continuously suppressing Immortal Cultivators’ Mana with a relentless barrage of arrows, their spellcasting abilities were stifled, forcing them into a purely defensive stance.

This was the direct result of the exhaustive training regimens enforced by Jade Capital’s Three Guards.

Li Shangyuan sprinted for over twenty miles, only ceasing his flight when he was confident he had put sufficient distance between himself and the conflict.

Concealing his aura, he unceremoniously slumped beneath the shade of a tree, observing the ongoing fight from afar while scrutinizing the arrow clutched in his grasp.

"Does the Yang family truly possess such opulence? A single arrow, yet it contains a staggering twelve Restrictions!"