Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 922: Chapter 660: Spiritual Spring Medicinal Soup

Under Yang Zhenshan’s guidance over the years, the Yang family had already infused the martial spirit into their very bones.

Everyone was diligently cultivating, striving to reach higher realms, all aiming for the Innate Realm.

Being human means having selfish desires, and the Yang family had them too. Their selfish desire was to gain more resources for themselves and their descendants to cultivate to higher realms.

The harmony within the Yang family was not solely maintained by emotional bonds but by the concept of fairness.

Yang Zhenshan was impartial, establishing a cultivation salary and setting various rules. Everything was conducted according to these rules, and if one wanted more resources, they had to work hard in their cultivation.

It wasn’t just the Yang family; even the affiliated families under the Yang family weren’t entirely harmonious, with distinctions in strength and influence among them.

They were willing to follow closely in Yang Zhenshan’s footsteps because he provided them with ample resources while also ensuring they received fair treatment.

Without fairness, resentment would surely arise, and with growing resentment, even the best of relationships would crumble.

Thus, the internal harmony of the Yang family wasn’t sustained by emotions or Yang Zhenshan’s prestige but by the rules worthy of respect, fair treatment, and the upward development trend of the Yang family.

Having development creates unity; with progress comes motivation. A good development trend binds everyone together, preventing internal conflicts from escalating.

There were numerous affiliates under the Yang family, and naturally, there was competition among them. However, their competition didn’t involve interests because Yang Zhenshan fairly distributed benefits, making their competition a healthy one.

The same principle applied internally within the Yang family.

Everyone was focused on cultivating diligently, having no time for other concerns. If it weren’t for their duties, they wouldn’t even want to spend energy on trivial matters.

Just like Yang Chengye, if the title weren’t passed down from Yang Zhenshan, he wouldn’t care for any title and wouldn’t remain in Chongshan Town.

“As long as you can persuade your uncle to stand at the forefront and become the Emperor when the dynasty is founded, grandfather won’t force you!”

Yang Zhenshan said with a smile.

Yang Chengye’s mouth twitched slightly, “Grandfather, aren’t you making it difficult for me?”

“Haha~~ You should guide Qinyuan more, so you can retire early in the future!”

Yang Zhenshan was also quite helpless. While others were scrambling to be the Emperor, in the Yang family, no one was keen on it.

Yang Chengye sighed deeply, realizing he couldn’t shirk this responsibility.

He well understood his uncle’s nature, having watched him grow up as his nephew!

Thinking of persuading his uncle, he felt it was better not to waste his breath.

“So, what should I do next?”

Thinking of this, he could only accept the responsibility. Instead of persuading his uncle, he might as well nurture his eldest son as soon as possible.

That way, he might retire a few years earlier.

“No rush, let’s wait until after the New Year!” Yang Zhenshan replied with a smile.

Indeed, there was no rush. The Yang family’s desire to seize Da Rong’s throne couldn’t be seen as usurping the throne from Da Rong’s royal family, because the Yang family had been subjects of Da Rong. Seizing the throne directly would make them seem like treacherous rebels.

Therefore, for Chongshan Town to raise an army, it had to wait until after Da Rong’s downfall.

The Yang family needed a sword, one that could completely sever the decaying Dynasty of Da Rong.

Yang Zhenshan had already thought it through. King Da Liang and Chen Hengchang could serve as such a sword.

Once they infiltrated the Capital City, it would be time for the Yang family to raise an army.

Thus, there was no hurry for Yang Zhenshan; it was just a matter of waiting patiently.

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On the evening of the thirtieth day of the ninth winter month, cold and warmth parted. After sitting until the fourth watch, another year had passed.

Unknowingly, Jianxing’s fifth year, which was the eighteenth year of the Divine Wood, had arrived.

Counting the years, this was the 39th year since Yang Zhenshan came to this world, and he was already 77 years old.

As the saying goes, seventy is an age of rarity, eighty is an age of senility. In three or four more years, he would reach the age of senility.

However, this only applied to ordinary people. For Innate Martial Artists, reaching eighty or ninety was still considered middle age, nowhere near old age.

At the very least, Yang Zhenshan still looked like a man in his forties — ruddy complexion, black hair and beard, a straight posture, vibrant and robust, with an aura even more imposing. He was undoubtedly a stylish mature gentleman.

Wearing an elegant long cyan robe, his three-foot long beautiful whiskers fluttered in front of him, his eyes deep and brilliant, seemingly piercing right through the human soul.

He stood on the cliff of Spiritual Spring Mountain, overlooking the vast fertile lands to the south, not an Emperor, yet surpassing an Emperor.

Yu Qingyi stood beside him, dressed in a gown of ice silk, embroidered with golden edges, adorned with a pattern of tides and clouds. Her hands folded in front, holding a bunch of pure white begonia flowers.

She seemed even younger, with the crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes fading a bit. If it weren’t for her overly mature temperament, many would probably mistake her for a young woman in her twenties.

Standing among Ms. Wang, the Li family, and the Liang family, their relationships were easily misunderstood.

The mother-in-law appeared more like a daughter-in-law, while the daughter-in-law more like a mother-in-law.

In fact, the three daughters-in-law did not appear old; it was just that Yu Qingyi looked too youthful.

Yu Qingyi’s youthfulness wasn’t just because her cultivation reached the Innate Realm, slowing down aging, but also due to her long-term consumption of the Ice Heart Jade Bone Pill.

This Ice Heart Jade Bone Pill, also known as the Youthful Pill, had miraculous effects of cleanliness, purity, marrow cleansing, vein refining, granting skin as white as snow and an exceptional temperament.