Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1198: Chapter 796: Duan Qiaofeng, the Art of Talismans

Lu Youning couldn’t wait for Yang Zhenshan to open the door. He directly forced it open and rushed inside.

Yang Zhenshan’s expression was somber, and without saying much, he said, ”Let’s go!”

”Yes, yes, let’s go quickly!”

Lu Youning was extremely anxious, not even using the door, he jumped out of the window directly.

”Ride the horses!” Yang Zhenshan hurriedly said.

”Mr. Yang, there’s no time!” Lu Youning, already outside the window, suddenly halted.

Yang Zhenshan also flew out of the window, but he flew directly towards the stables.

”If we want to help, we must conserve our strength. Otherwise, when we get there, we won’t be able to help and instead become a burden!”

The forty miles wasn’t far. With his and Lu Youning’s cultivation, they could fly there, but by the end of the journey, at least fifty percent of their mana and True Yuan would be exhausted.

At that point, if they wanted to help, they’d be constrained.

Going by horseback might be slightly slower, but at least it would ensure they arrived at full strength.

The forty-mile journey was not far, and with a fast horse, they could reach in just over a quarter of an hour at most.

If Lu Fusheng couldn’t hold out even a quarter of an hour, Yang Zhenshan felt there was no point in rushing to his death.

Lu Youning was anxious but also knew now wasn’t the time to be hasty, so he accepted Yang Zhenshan’s suggestion.

The two didn’t spare the horses, urgently whipping them as they galloped straight towards Ancient County City.

As they rode, Yang Zhenshan kept looking towards the direction of the city.

As they got closer to the city, Yang Zhenshan’s perception of the sinister aura grew clearer.

”What is that?”

”A ghost or an evil spirit?”

”Could it be the legendary malevolent spirit?”

Yang Zhenshan speculated in his mind.

He had never really seen a malevolent spirit, and this aura was unfamiliar to him.

However, what reassured him was that the situation wasn’t dire enough to warrant retreat.

He could still sense Lu Fusheng’s aura, and Lu Fusheng’s aura was growing stronger.

This meant Lu Fusheng was engaged in battle with the unknown entity. The fight was likely intense, but Lu Fusheng could still hold his ground.

Thinking for a moment, Yang Zhenshan took out a rabbit-faced mask and put it on.

The mask, perhaps a child’s toy from somewhere, appeared silly and cute. Yang Zhenshan wanted something to conceal his face and casually found this in the warehouse on the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau.

His identity as an Immortal Cultivator was still a secret, currently known only by the three members of the Lu family.

Acting this time, he preferred not to reveal his identity if possible. Even if exposed, it was no big deal, but not revealing it could avoid some unnecessary trouble.

For Immortal Cultivators, concealing one’s face had little use, as they recognized others by aura, not appearance.

Martial Artists had many ways to change appearance and demeanor, let alone Immortal Cultivators.

Compared to appearance, a person’s aura represented identity more distinctly.

But identifying someone by aura had its flaws—you had to be close to that person to confirm their identity.

You could hand someone a portrait for others to find them, but you couldn’t convey someone’s aura for others to search.

Seeing the mask Yang Zhenshan put on, Lu Youning was slightly taken aback. His anxious and tense expression eased somewhat because the mask on Yang Zhenshan’s face was so silly and cute, discordant with his demeanor.

Yang Zhenshan, unable to see himself, didn’t think it odd.

The two soon arrived below the city walls, ignoring the exhausted horses. They leaped onto the city walls.

Inside the city, panic continued, with slaughter everywhere.

The pale Ming Yue was shrouded in a layer of haze, the cold moonlight dim and lackluster.

Standing atop the gate tower, overlooking the entire city, endless shadows overlapped, with harrowing screams and roars echoing everywhere.

Notably, several martial arts experts were battling in the air. Around the Lu family compound, only two figures floated—one naturally being Lu Fusheng, the other a shadow about a foot tall.

Enveloped in a gray mist, the details were indistinct.

”How much do you know about malevolent spirits?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

”Not much at all!” Lu Youning replied, his face grim.

”What should we do next? Should we deal with the criminals inside the city first or help Senior Lu?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

Lu Youning looked around the city and then towards the Lu family’s direction.

”Deal with the criminals in the city first. My father should still be able to hold out!” Lu Youning said after weighing the situation.

By now, they were in the city, clearly seeing the situation.

Judging from Lu Fusheng’s battle with the malevolent spirit, neither appeared capable of securing victory quickly. However, the others in the city weren’t as assured.

If the criminals continued their slaughter unchecked, the city might be destroyed tonight.

Ancient County City’s greatest value wasn’t its population of hundreds of thousands, but its numerous martial arts families, a bustling workshop for martial cultivators, and many collateral branches of the Lu family.

Since the Lu family became part of the Twelve Prominent Families of Lingxiu, it had shifted its focus from Heavenly Que City to here.

If the city suffered significant damage, the Lu family’s foundation would be shaken.

Even if Lu Fusheng could defeat the frightening malevolent spirit, the Lu family wouldn’t see significant development for a century.

Moreover, he wasn’t even certain he and Yang Zhenshan could assist Lu Fusheng. What if they couldn’t help, and their efforts went to waste?

So after weighing the pros and cons, Lu Youning decided to deal with the city’s criminals first.