Immortal Clan: My cultivation is the sum of my family's

Yang family guest hall.

Zhu Sanniang sat on the chair with an expressionless face.

Wang Yingyun's eyes moved as she looked around with some curiosity.

A moment.

She slowly sat down and said, "It's strange. In the past, the spiritual energy in the entire Yue Kingdom was exhausted, and it was impossible to practice at all. But after returning this time, there is actually ethereal spiritual energy filling the air. If this continues, I'm afraid that practice can also be done within the Yue Kingdom..."

When he was halfway through his words.

Yang Yonglu, looking panicked, suddenly appeared outside the living room.

He was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to realize something belatedly.

He coughed lightly, then smiled and looked up at Zhu Sanniang and Wang Yingyun in the living room.

"My name is Yang Yonglu, nice to meet you two fairies!"

at the same time.

Zhu Sanniang and Wang Yingyun also turned their heads to look at Yang Yonglu who was standing in front of the door.

When they saw that similar face, their expressions changed slightly.

picture!

so similar!

Although their temperaments were very different, their faces were surprisingly similar except that Yang Yonglu looked a little older.

A little dazed.

Wang Yingyun quickly stood up, bowed, and said, "Your servant Wang Yingyun greets the young master!"

Zhu Sanniang curled her lips, looking somewhat reluctant, but still bowed slightly and said, "Zhu Sanniang greets the young master!"

Little Lord?

Hearing such a title, Yang Yonglu was obviously stunned.

The two so-called fairies turned out to be the old man's servants.

But even so, Yang Yonglu just secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wang Yingyun is okay, she has a smile on her face and seems to be easy to approach.

Although Zhu Sanniang has a beautiful face, she is extremely cold.

Especially the temperament that emanates from the inside out, which makes people shudder.

"I don't know... Is my father doing well these days?"

Yang Yonglu paused, then hesitantly stepped into the living room and asked with a smile.

"well!"

Wang Yingyun nodded with a smile and said, "Don't worry, Master, the master is fine now and should be back later."

Zhu Sanniang said bluntly, "It's hard to say whether the master can make it back, but his life is not in danger for the time being."

"Young Master, to be honest, the master asked us to come back to assist you. We will use all the resources of the Yang family to acquire various ancient artifacts and ancient books in the territory of Yue State."

"Ancient artifact?"

Yang Yonglu frowned and asked suspiciously, "What's going on? Why do all the immortal cultivators try to search for all kinds of ancient artifacts?"

Wang Yingyun and Zhu Sanniang exchanged glances and hesitated, "Young Master, are you saying that there are other immortal cultivators in Xuancheng, and are they also trying to acquire various antiques?"

"Acquisition?"

Yang Yonglu laughed bitterly and said, "They are not buying at all, they are clearly robbing, even at the cost of murder and arson!"

moment.

Yang Yonglu told the whole story of what the Xue family had done in Xuancheng during this period.

"A cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage? And from some immortal sect?"

Wang Yingyun frowned slightly, her face full of solemnity.

Both she and Zhu Sanniang were only at the Qi Condensation Stage, and had no chance of winning against a cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Stage.

What's more, the other party came from a certain immortal sect and had more than one cultivator around him.

It now seems that even if Yang Xiaosheng comes back in person, it will be difficult to deal with these immortal monks from the Xue family.

Yang Yonglu couldn't help but sigh and said, "Not only that, if nothing unexpected happens, they will come to the Yang family tomorrow."

Wang Yingyun curled her lips and tilted her head to ask, "Sister Zhu, how do you think we should deal with this?"

"With our cultivation levels, we have no chance of winning against a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment stage."

Zhu Sanniang frowned and said, "If that's the case, then we can only let them plunder and wait for the master to return before making a long-term plan."

at the same time.

southwest direction.

In an ancient city five hundred miles away from Xuancheng.

A group of young men and women, looking a little disheveled, appeared on the street.

The leader was none other than Yang Yongshu, the second son of the Yang family, as well as Zi Yao and a group of Blood Cloud Sect disciples.

It's not hard to find.

Their original team of twenty people now only has seven people left.

It can be seen that they paid a huge price in crossing the border area between Yue and Yan.

"Junior Brother Yang, how is your injury?"

Zi Yao glanced at Yang Yongshu, who had long hair hanging down his shoulders and a pale face, and asked softly.

Hear the words.

Yang Yongshu just glanced at Zi Yao out of the corner of his eye but didn't say anything.

Not long after.

Just as the group passed by an inconspicuous inn.

Yang Yongshu stopped quietly and looked up at the third floor of the inn.

He and Zhou Xuan had stayed in this inn before, and it was also from this inn that Zhou Xuan stopped transmitting spiritual energy to him.

Now that he has returned again, he feels some emotion in his heart, but not much.

"Junior Brother Yang, shall we stay at this inn tonight?"

Zi Yao was stunned for a moment and asked this.

"This is the one!"

Yang Yongshu spoke lightly, turned around and walked straight towards the inn.

at this time.

A chariot came rushing over.

The driver, a well-dressed middle-aged man, tugged at the reins and yelled, "Get out of the way! Get out of the way!"

For a while.

Passersby on the street hurriedly avoided the scene.

But just as the chariot approached Yang Yongshu and his group, the latter showed no intention of avoiding it.

next moment.

Without waiting for Yang Yongshu to make a move, Zi Yao flashed and suddenly appeared in front of the chariot.

She stretched out her arms, spread her fingers, and a strange purple light flowed faintly in her palms.

He pushed forward suddenly, and the two tall horses pulling the chariot stopped immediately.

See this.

The driver was stunned for a moment, then glared at them and cursed, "Are you looking for death? Do you know who is sitting in the car?"

Zi Yao's eyes flickered, and a gentle smile appeared on her face. She said, "No matter who is in the car, we should be fine, but you probably won't survive."

Along the way.

They had encountered several playboys from wealthy families in the secular world, but as long as they provoked Yang Yongshu, they would be wiped out on the spot.

What's worse, Yang Yongshu once massacred an entire family.

Before leaving, Tianxuezi specifically instructed them to keep a low profile within the territory of Yue and minimize killing.

But Yang Yongshu seemed to have a special obsession with these so-called playboys from aristocratic families. As long as they provoked him, they would be ruthlessly wiped out.

Because of this, if any conflicts occurred during the journey, Zi Yao would step in to resolve them.

The words have not yet fallen.

A young man with a fat face poked his head out from the sedan chair.

When the young man saw Zi Yao's stunning face, his eyes lit up and his face was filled with fascination.

Just as the young man was about to speak, another voice came from the chariot.

"My fellow Daoists, where do you come from and where are you going?"

Zi Yao turned her head and looked at Yang Yongshu for a moment, then smiled faintly and said, "We are just passing through here, that's all."

"I see. I won't bother you anymore!"

soon.

Zi Yao turned sideways, and the driver was no longer irritable. Instead, he looked fearful, pulled the reins, and drove the chariot away slowly.

"Junior Brother Yang, it seems that someone has already entered the territory of Yue before us."

Watching the chariot leave, Zi Yao frowned slightly and said this softly.

A disciple asked, "Senior Sister Ziyao, can you sense the cultivator's level in the chariot?"

Zi Yao glanced at Yang Yongshu and said, "He should be a Foundation Establishment disciple from the Immortal Sect."

Yang Yongshu's lips curled up slightly, and he said with a smile: "It's just right, I will go meet this immortal sect disciple tonight."

He is now seriously injured, but as long as he uses the "Heavenly Blood Sutra" to refine the blood essence of the cultivators, he can recover quickly.

What's more, the other party is a cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

In this way, his cultivation will also improve accordingly.

"Junior Brother Yang..."

A hint of worry flashed in Zi Yao's eyes.

……