Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 1070 The Army Gathers
Above the clouds, An Wusheng raised his hand to his forehead, his face full of lifeless depression.

I asked you to lure Shui Ling away, not to call her away.

You are enemies, enemies, not friends. Why should anyone follow you?
“Palace Master, next time you should give this idiot a simpler task. He’s not suited for such complicated missions!” Yu Yuan said.

"Is it complicated?" An Wusheng gave Yu Yuan another cold look.

It's just about luring people away; what's so complicated about that?

However, Yu Yuan said quite frankly, "This is still quite complicated for him!"

An Wusheng was speechless.

This task might be simple for others, but for Leng Xuan, it seemed rather complicated.

hey~~
He sighed inwardly.

It's definitely impossible to lure Mizuki away.

Oh well, if we can't lure her away, we can't lure her away, as long as we don't kill her.

Outside the Zhengyang Formation, Leng Xuan frowned when he saw that Shui Ling remained unmoved and said, "Come with me!"

"Why should I go with you?" Shui Ling frowned as well.

This time, Leng Xuan was a bit smarter and threatened, "If you don't come with me, I'll just break in!"

However, his threats had no effect whatsoever. Since the Impermanent Ghost Sect had come to attack the city, it was only natural for them to break in. Shui Ling did not believe that the Impermanent Ghost Sect would stop attacking if she left with this strange guy.

Meanwhile, the Yin army outside the city had arrived at the front lines, and the cultivators and demons inside the city were ready to fight.

True Yang Immortal City is a large city. Over the past few decades, countless immortal cultivation forces have been attracted by the rich resources contained in the Sun Giant Mountain. Today, True Yang Immortal City is even more prosperous than the former White Cloud Immortal City, with thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators and demonic beasts within its walls.

They do not belong to Zhenyang Immortal City, but at this moment they are in the city and they also face the threat of the Wuchang Ghost Sect. Moreover, they all have their own interests in Zhenyang Immortal City.

Faced with the attack of the Yin army, they naturally sided with Zhenyang Immortal City.

The ghostly army is attacking the city, and thousands of cultivators and demonic beasts are ready to fight.

Of course, most of them were not prepared to fight to the death for Zhenyang Immortal City, and they could be defeated and flee at any time if the battle turned against them.

Outside the formation, the Yin energy surged like rolling dark clouds, crashing fiercely against the formation. On the surface of the formation, golden runes shone with dazzling light, blocking the Yin energy from entering.

Immediately following was a continuous roar as various attacks rained down on the array barrier.

The cultivators and demonic beasts inside the formation were not to be outdone, unleashing various spells towards the outside of the formation.

The dark, ominous clouds spread rapidly, enveloping the entire True Yang Immortal City in a matter of moments.

All around, and even above, the city was completely shrouded in dark, ominous clouds, turning the once bright city into a gloomy, pitch-black night.

"Damn it, how many ghost soldiers have come?!"

"Over there, there are many ghost soldiers over there, drive them away!"

"Kill~~"

The city descended into chaos, filled with noise and commotion.

Zhenyang Immortal City has its own city guard army, but the soldiers in these armies are all demon beasts. It is really difficult for demon beasts to command an offensive and defensive battle.

It's not that they lack the wisdom in this area, but rather that they lack the habit of doing so.

When have monsters ever guarded a city?
Moreover, the situation within the city was far too complex, with countless intertwined forces, making it impossible to form a unified command.

Everyone had to fight on their own, heading to the nearest edge of the formation to intercept the enemy.

Chaos and noise are the current realities of Zhenyang Immortal City.

Seeing this scene, Mizuya was helpless; she was equally unable to command the battle before her.

Looking at the overwhelming dark clouds, Shui Ling's face turned extremely pale.

When will the reinforcements arrive?
Will the Tianyun Sword Sect and the Wanhua Demon Court come to our aid?

What should I do if they abandon True Yang Immortal City?
At this moment, she deeply regretted agreeing to Xiaoshan's request to come to Zhenyang Immortal City to take charge.

However, she also knew that it was too late to regret it now.

Seeing that she wouldn't come out, Leng Xuan started attacking the array barrier, and she had no choice but to fight back.

Although the Zhengyang Formation is a third-order formation built on the foundation of underground fire veins, its defensive power is not strong. Among many third-order defensive formations, the Zhengyang Formation is relatively weak.

It's not that the Zhengyang Formation is weak, but rather that the Wanhua Demon Court's formation skills are inadequate.

The ability to set up such a grand formation represents the highest level of formation technology in the Wanhua Demon Court.

If Leng Xuan's attacks are allowed to continue, the Zhengyang Formation probably won't last long.

Shui Ling reached out and a deep blue silk ribbon appeared around her, flowing like water and creating ripples in the air.

She gripped the silk ribbon in one hand and began to dance. As she danced, the ripples created by the ribbon grew larger and more turbulent.

In the blink of an eye, the ripples transformed into towering waves that surged toward Leng Xuan.

The sound of crashing waves rose as Leng Xuan slashed down with his sword, blocking the oncoming giant wave.

But the next moment, he felt as if half of his body was bound, making it difficult to move.

It wasn't that they were tied up; it was more like they were stuck in a quagmire, unable to extricate themselves.

A chilling glint appeared in Leng Xuan's eyes, and the bone knife in front of him split into twelve blades with a whoosh.

"If you don't come with me, I'll kill you!"

"Sword Soul Prison!"

The blade was sharp and fierce, like thousands of cold lights bursting forth, instantly cutting through all the oncoming waves.

"Raging waves and raging tides!"

Shui Ling was not to be outdone; she raised the silk in her hand, instantly creating a towering wave.

"You want to kill me? You'll have to see if you have the ability!"

The monstrous waves were truly enormous, bursting through the barrier of the Yang Formation and overturning the dark, malevolent clouds that shrouded the sky.

The vast sea, swirling with ominous dark clouds, swept down.

Thousands of cold lights flashed and transformed into a long, blade-like dragon, which crashed violently into the towering waves.

A terrifying shockwave exploded, and seawater, carrying blades of energy, shot out in all directions, striking the formation and splashing into the army of ghost soldiers.

The Zhengyang Grand Array trembled, as if the entire Zhenyang Immortal City was shaking.

However, thanks to the protective array, Zhenyang Immortal City was not harmed in any way.

The Yin army outside the formation was in a terrible state. The aftershocks of the battle between the two Golden Core cultivators were enough to wipe out many Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Moreover, the towering wave had swept up a large number of Yin soldiers, and their attack had shattered at least several hundred Yin soldiers into pieces, turning them into severed limbs.

This was just the beginning; the two then began exchanging blows across the array barrier.

One move from you, another from me; various supernatural powers and techniques rose and fell, clashing continuously. The terrifying aftershocks of the battle swept around, clearing away a large portion of the dark, malevolent clouds, causing countless Yin soldiers to suffer undeserved calamities.

Although protected by the array barrier, the area within the array was not affected, but the continuous attacks still caused the Zheng Yang Grand Array to suffer a large amount of damage.

As time went on, the array's barrier became increasingly weak and flickering.

……

Tianyun Sword Sect.

Baiyun Zhenjun has received Shuiling's plea for help.

He sat in the high seat of the Jade Palace, looking at Que Lingyu with a solemn expression.

"Should we go provide support now?"

“Go!” Que Lingyu said without hesitation.

Baiyun Zhenjun lowered his eyes, "The Wuchang Ghost Sect has long been prepared for this!"

“The Demon Court of Ten Thousand Flowers should also be prepared!” Que Lingyu said.

Baiyun Zhenjun took a deep breath and suppressed the agitation in his heart.

Although they had made preparations long ago, he still felt extremely depressed when the moment came.

They were facing the Impermanent Ghost Sect, and even a small part of its power was something their newly established sect could not contend with.

Compared to top-tier forces, the Tianyun Sword Sect is far inferior, practically worlds apart.

Jian Changhe gently stroked the lapis lazuli sword in his hand and said calmly, "Senior brother, we can no longer back down at this point. To back down means defeat and death!"

Defeat does not equate to death. If they wish, they can abandon the Tianyun Sword Sect at any time, find a place to hide, and not participate in the war between the Wuchang Ghost Sect and the Wanhua Demon Court.

However, in doing so, they will lose everything from the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect.

The interests of Zhenyang Immortal City, the interests of Yunxiao Mountain Range, and even Cangjian Mountain and Cangyu Mountain will be lost.

Compared to life, these things don't seem so important.

But it represents resources, it represents the future.

For cultivators, resources are the future; without resources, the future is nothing but stagnation.

Baiyun Zhenjun might be able to tolerate stagnation, but Jian Changhe could not.

He had only recently become a Golden Core cultivator, and he wanted to advance further, reaching the mid-stage, late-stage, and peak of the Golden Core realm.

Making concessions is not wrong, but the premise of making concessions is not to lose one's own resources.

Therefore, he was most unwilling to see the Tianyun Sword Sect lose the True Yang Immortal City.

Just then, Yang Zhengshan and Yunxiao stepped into the hall.

"What's wrong?" Yang Zhengshan asked casually.

"The Impermanent Ghost Sect has attacked True Yang Immortal City!" said True Lord Baiyun.

"Oh! Just what I expected!" Yang Zhengshan chuckled.

Baiyun Zhenjun said, "Shuiling's distress message has arrived. Should we provide assistance?"

"Of course we should provide support! Why shouldn't we?" Yang Zhengshan looked at Baiyun Zhenjun with a puzzled expression.

"This time we're going to face the Impermanent Ghost Sect head-on!" True Monarch Baiyun was still somewhat worried.

He still harbored fear of the Impermanent Ghost Sect, after all, the Impermanent Ghost Sect's strength was too terrifying.

Yang Zhengshan chuckled, "Senior brother, we have no way out, unless you're willing to give up everything we have right now!"

Baiyun Zhenjun narrowed his eyes slightly.

Give up everything you have now?
What a joke!
He stood up abruptly. "Issue the decree of this True Lord: all Foundation Establishment cultivators and inner disciples of White Cloud Immortal City, its twelve peaks, and its eighteen affiliated families must immediately provide support to True Yang Immortal City without fail!"

As the words were spoken from the Jade Palace, they instantly spread throughout the entire White Cloud Immortal City.

The True Lord's Decree is the highest decree of the Heavenly Cloud Sword Sect.

The Twelve Peaks refer to the Twelve Elder Peaks, and the Eighteen Affiliated Families refer to the eighteen main affiliated families of the Tianyun Sword Sect.

In other words, True Lord Baiyun will mobilize all the resources of the Tianyun Sword Sect to support True Yang Immortal City.

At his command, streaks of light shot out from within the sect and flew off in all directions.

At the same time, countless figures roared out and flew into the air. Looking around, countless spiritual lights appeared in the sky above the entire White Cloud Immortal City, and thousands of Foundation Establishment cultivators and inner disciples appeared together.

Furthermore, flying boats slowly floated into the air, their majestic aura covering the entire immortal city.

Who is Baiyun Zhenjun?

Lord of Baiyun Immortal City and founder of Tianyun Sword Sect.

In terms of prestige, no one around the Yunxiao Mountains can match him.

"Fellow disciples! Now is not the time to hold back. Show us all the power you have!" True Monarch Baiyun said, looking at the people in the hall.

Jian Changhe stood up, “Jian Guyun!”

"I am here!"

"Activate the teleportation array and summon the Heavenly River Sword Formation!" Jian Changhe said coldly.

"This old man obeys!" Jian Guyun replied from outside the hall.

Que Lingyu slowly stood up, waved her hand, and several beams of spiritual light flew out of the hall.

Yang Zhengshan walked slowly outside the hall and looked up at the thousands of cultivators gathered in the air.

More and more cultivators arrived, and streaks of light shot in from all directions.

Baiyun Zhenjun and the others also came out and ascended into the air.

"Fifth Junior Brother, shouldn't your Yang family show some of its hidden strengths?" True Monarch Baiyun stared intently at Yang Zhengshan.

Hidden Sword Mountain and Azure Feather Mountain each have their own unique heritage and secrets.

Everyone knows this.

Of course, everyone knows that the Yang family has its own resources and secrets. Last time, when the demonic beasts invaded the Yunxiao Mountains, the Yang family dispatched many martial arts cultivators to provide support.

This time, True Monarch Baiyun hopes to see the power of the Yang family even more.

Yang Zhengshan chuckled, "Senior brother, my Yang family has a shallow foundation, I'm glad you don't mind!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the portal to the grotto appeared beside him.

In the blink of an eye, the small entrance to the grotto-heaven transformed into a structure over a hundred feet tall and several tens of feet wide.

(End of this chapter)