Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

This was already a battle of no small scale.

”A fight, where, where?”

At the mention of a fight, Li Janning immediately got excited and kept craning her neck to look down.

Yang Zongyuan and Li Jian’an also hurried over, ready to watch the show.

Yang Zhenshan controlled the Flying Boat to accelerate, cutting through the ethereal Cloud Sea as he steered toward the direction of the battle.

Fine, he wanted to go rubberneck too!

Strictly speaking, what he was doing wasn’t right. Fights between Immortal Cultivators were not something you could just casually go gawk at—if you weren’t careful, you’d get dragged in, either used as cannon fodder or hit as a bystander.

So most cultivators would stay far away when they ran into battles that had nothing to do with them.

But on the other hand, people liked to crowd around excitement; cultivators were people too, and they also liked to join the fun.

Yang Zhenshan was no exception. He was also very interested in this unexpected battle and wanted to go see the spectacle.

In the mountain hollow, Spiritual Pressure exploded, all kinds of spell-lights crashed together in midair with a roar. Someone swung out a zhang-long Spirit Blade, someone raised a transparent light shield; where Magic Artifacts clashed, blinding silver radiance burst forth.

Fireballs and ice arrows, wrapped in talisman light, howled into the sky and burst into fragments of spiritual light. A pillar of green light pierced the air, its residual force sweeping the cliff face; as the rocks shattered, grass and trees either ignited or froze over.

In the melee, cultivators were constantly being flung away by the aftershocks, yet they still grabbed talismans from their Storage Bags and hurled them wildly. The whole expanse of sky seethed with chaotic spiritual light, boiling like a heavy rain battering the surface of a lake.

Below the battlefield there was also a Flying Boat over ten zhang long. The Flying Boat had already been destroyed, its shattered pieces scattered all over the ground.

This should be an ambush and kill. One side rode a Flying Boat across the sky, the other side intercepted and shot the boat down, and then both sides erupted into a brutal battle in this mountain forest.

”Wow, there are Foundation Establishment Cultivators, and more than one!” Li Janning exclaimed.

Though she had cultivated for more than thirty years, she had rarely taken part in battles. This was her first time seeing a real life-and-death struggle between cultivators.

Not just her—Li Jian’an and Yang Zongyuan were much the same. The two of them watched with burning eyes, completely fired up.

”Patriarch, that gray-robed cultivator seems really strong. He’s actually managing one against two!” Yang Zongyuan pointed at a middle-aged man below, dressed in a gray Vestment robe, and said.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, turning his attention to that gray-robed cultivator.

This gray-robed cultivator had Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivation. What he cultivated was a Water Attribute Cultivation Technique, but the combat methods he displayed focused on Illusion Techniques.

Under his casting, many gorgeous illusions appeared over the battlefield. Withered wild grass twisted into a bamboo grove beaded with dew, broken stumps sprouted pavilions and terraces; falling petals turned into fish swimming through the void. Where three water-phantoms trod, ghostly flames rose from the reed beds and the wild hills turned into surging rivers and vast lakes; when the lake surface boiled, an inverted crystal palace rose from the depths.

Weird yet magnificent, filled with killing intent at every turn.

Yang Zhenshan swept his Spiritual Sense across layer after layer of illusions, yet he still couldn’t find where the cores of these illusions were.

His Divine Soul was extremely powerful—if even he couldn’t see through these illusions, let alone anyone else.

It was precisely because of the subtlety of these illusions that the gray-robed cultivator was playing the two Mid-stage Foundation Establishment enemies in the palm of his hand.

This was the first time Yang Zhenshan had ever run into a cultivator who specialized in Illusion Techniques. He focused intently on the gray-robed cultivator’s every move, watching the one-chi long black-jade ruler in his hand.

This Magical Treasure was very special. The body of the ruler was engraved all over with flowing water patterns; when it was swung, it would spray out pale blue mist, and once the mist spread, it would form all kinds of illusions.

Perhaps this Magical Treasure was the core behind those illusions.

Just as Yang Zhenshan was observing the gray-robed cultivator, seven or eight more cultivators suddenly flew out from the forest and joined the battle.

This group of newcomers were enemies of the gray-robed cultivator. Originally, the gray-robed cultivator had only been facing two enemies, but now he had to face four.

And his other Foundation Establishment companion had fallen into great danger, about to be killed at any moment.

Just when Yang Zhenshan thought this battle was about to end, a voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

”Fellow Daoist, I beg you to lend a hand. As long as you are willing to make a move, my Luo family will surely reward you greatly!”

The source of the voice was none other than that gray-robed cultivator.

In such a situation, he could still transmit his voice to him—this greatly surprised Yang Zhenshan.

What surprised Yang Zhenshan even more was the Luo family!

The Luo family of White Cloud Immortal City—this Luo family was anything but simple, especially the Luo family’s patriarch, Luo Cheng, a name that rang loud even in White Cloud Immortal City.

Just listen to his titles and you’d know how renowned this Luo Cheng was.

One of the five Elders of the Cloud Wild Alliance, one of the seven top Second Order Array Masters of the Thousand Array Alliance, a Seventh Rank Guest Elder of Ten Thousand Treasures Store. In addition, he was also the disciple’s grandson of White Cloud True Monarch—his father had been the thirty-sixth Disciple of White Cloud True Monarch, though he had passed away over a hundred years ago.

Luo Cheng was one of the Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivators with the deepest background in White Cloud Immortal City, and the Luo family was also one of the very top Immortal Cultivation Families in White Cloud Immortal City.

Yet someone actually dared to ambush and kill people of the Luo family now!

This matter was anything but simple!

”Fellow Daoist, I am Luo Fengxia. I beg Fellow Daoist for aid!”

On the battlefield, Luo Fengxia was burning with anxiety. He was now facing four Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivators and was completely on the defensive. If not for his Illusion Techniques being good for maneuvering and stalling, he would probably have already been besieged and killed by these four.

He could still maneuver a little, but his clan member no longer had any room to maneuver at all.

In truth, he didn’t even know whether those people watching the show in the distance could be of any help. Right now he was like a drowning man clutching at a straw, making a final desperate plea.

Yang Zhenshan let out a slight sigh. This was something he couldn’t just ignore.

He wasn’t familiar with the Luo family, but he had run into Luo Cheng a few times.

Luo Cheng was an Array Master, one of that small handful with the highest status among the many Guest Elders of Ten Thousand Treasures Store.

Yang Zhenshan was an Alchemist and didn’t have much direct interaction with him, but since they were both Guest Elders of Ten Thousand Treasures Store, they would occasionally run into each other. And once you ran into each other, you’d at least exchange a few greetings.

After a few such meetings, they could be considered to have some degree of acquaintance.

He really shouldn’t have come to rubberneck—look, now he’d gotten himself involved.

Of course, he could choose not to intervene, but if word got out that he had stood by and watched while the Luo family was being attacked, it would still affect his reputation.

”You three be careful. I’ll go lend a hand!”

Yang Zhenshan gave a brief instruction to Yang Zongyuan and the other two, then his figure flickered and he vanished from Yun Ge.

The next instant, he appeared on the battlefield.

His hands crossed as his Spiritual Sense enveloped the entire battlefield. The Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower in his Sea of Consciousness began to radiate a gentle glow, and the Mana surging in his Dantian poured out along his meridians like a raging flood.

”Seal Heaven, Sever Earth!”

In the midst of the ravaged forest, a great mass of vines suddenly appeared. The vines grew and spread, and in the blink of an eye, they had covered over ten li of the surrounding mountains.

In the sky above, the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower manifested. Its body expanded to ten zhang tall, and one black chain after another extended out from the Sixth Layer, weaving into a giant net that descended.

The Soul Suppressing Lock sealed the heavens, the Vine Skill severed the earth. The two combined to form a massive prison.

Yang Zhenshan had appeared too abruptly—so abruptly that no one had reacted in time.

By the time they did react, the Seal Heaven, Sever Earth secret technique had already been completed.

The area within ten-plus li around them was entirely wrapped and covered by vines and Soul Suppressing Locks.

The vines and Soul Suppressing Locks spread, and in an instant, more than half the people present were bound up. Only Luo Fengxia and two unknown Foundation Establishment cultivators managed to avoid being ensnared by the Soul Suppressing Locks.

Luo Fengxia had been spared intentionally by Yang Zhenshan, but those two unknown Foundation Establishment cultivators had actually managed to block the binding of the Soul Suppressing Locks.

Yang Zhenshan had appeared suddenly, and his strike had come just as suddenly. Only thus had he been able to get the situation under control in such a short time.

”Fellow Daoists, may I have the honor of knowing who you are?”

Yang Zhenshan looked at those two unknown Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Barging into a conflict between two forces on a whim was hardly wise. Although Yang Zhenshan wanted to help the Luo family, he also didn’t want to bring a huge trouble down on himself because of the Luo family.