Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 1145 Who are you?
And so, the fox clan joined Baiyujing.

The process of joining was simple. Yang Zhengshan had Su Mei select a blessed land in the Spirit Source Land, and then Su Mei placed the portal of Qingyuan Cave Heaven in the blessed land, thus creating a connection between the Spirit Source Land and Qingyuan Cave Heaven.

Of course, Yang Zhengshan also arranged a palace for Su Mei, Su Qingfu and Su Jiangxue in the Immortal Palace: Qingyuan Palace, Qingfu Palace and Jiangxue Palace.

Thus, ten of the twelve palaces within the Immortal Palace already have owners. This is only because Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi share the Hall of Longevity, and Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu share the Red Sleeve Palace; otherwise, all twelve palaces would be occupied.

Yang Mingcheng is currently in seclusion and forming his core, and Yang Jizhen is also about to do so.

Once they all reach the Core Formation stage, there will be no empty palaces within the Immortal Palace.

Yang Zhengshan was also quite helpless about this. The Immortal Palace could be expanded, but the palaces and halls could not be built arbitrarily. Each palace and hall involved a complex array and was integrated with the entire Immortal Palace of the Living Realm.

Even if it were to be expanded, only some pavilions could be added.

If the palaces are not enough in the future, then Golden Core cultivators and Demon Kings can live in the palaces. If the palaces are not enough, then Divine Soul Realm warriors can live in the pavilions.

As for the number of pavilions, there's no need to worry too much; we can just build more pavilions when the time comes.

If all else fails, let the Foundation Establishment cultivators live in the Spirit Source Land. The Spirit Source Land has many blessed lands with abundant spiritual energy, which are sufficient to serve as the training grounds for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

In fact, those blessed lands can be used as training grounds for Golden Core cultivators and demon kings, which is not unfair to them.

However, it is impossible to reflect the status and position of a Golden Core cultivator and a Demon King.

Qingyuan Cave Heaven still belongs to the Fox Clan, and Yang Zhengshan has no intention of taking away the Fox Clan's cave heaven.

Besides Qingyuan Cave Heaven, Yu Qingyi also has her own cave heaven, which used to be the Demon Ruins, but now Yu Qingyi has renamed it Hundred Flowers Cave Heaven.

The Demon Emperor of Wanhua, also known as Hua Qingshu, is infatuated with Linglong Yushu, so all the tree people he cultivates are Linglong Yushu.

Yu Qingyi did not have this problem; she cultivated many different types of tree people.

After becoming a Golden Core cultivator, it became much easier for Yu Qingyi to cultivate tree people. With the help of Hua Qingzhu, her cultivation speed increased significantly.

She placed the entrance to the Hundred Flowers Grotto Heaven in the Hall of Longevity, and then transferred all the tree people she had previously cultivated to the Hundred Flowers Grotto Heaven.

From now on, Hundred Flowers Cave will be her exclusive cave and also her place to raise troops.

Although the Demon Emperor Wanhua had exhausted all the flower soldiers and tree people in the Hundred Flowers Cave, there were still many rare flowers and herbs in the Hundred Flowers Cave, including many second- and third-tier spiritual plants, as well as many spiritual objects.

These are all the legacy of the Demon Emperor Wanhua, and now they all belong to Yu Qingyi.

Yang Zhengshan also experienced the Hundred Flowers Cave Heaven and felt that the atmosphere of the Hundred Flowers Cave Heaven was very comfortable. The main reason was that the natural atmosphere of the Hundred Flowers Cave Heaven was strong and the wood attribute was particularly vigorous, which was very suitable for Yang Zhengshan to cultivate the Dao of Life, Death and Prosperity.

After dealing with the fox clan and Yu Qingyi, Yang Zhengshan returned to the outpost.

Just as Yang Zhengshan had predicted, after the first wave of Yin soldiers was wiped out, the surrounding Yin soldiers moved closer to the outpost.

Just a few hours later, a second wave of ghostly soldiers appeared near the outpost, and the battle resumed.

This time, no further incidents occurred, and the battle entered a sustained and difficult phase.

Countless ghostly soldiers surged forward like a tide, relentlessly assaulting the outpost's defenses.

The flying boat army charged out of the formation and slaughtered for a while, but had to retreat back into the formation because the third wave of ghost soldiers had also arrived near the outpost.

If viewed from the air, one would see that within a thousand miles of the outpost, countless black mists, condensed from yin energy, were constantly converging on the outpost, which was then enveloped in the black mist.

Although dazzling magical lights occasionally burst forth, the main color of the mountains and forests has turned dark and gloomy.

Inside the city walls, the puppets tirelessly unleashed various pre-programmed spells, while the soldiers on the walls took turns firing arrows, and the cultivators on the flying boats attacked the Yin soldiers and blood puppets outside the formation with various magical artifacts and treasures.

The roars of the ghostly soldiers, the clashes of spells, and the whooshing sounds of magical artifacts intertwined, making the battlefield incredibly noisy and dazzling.

Time ticked by, and the soldiers at the outpost continued to move various supplies.

Spirit stones, arrows, elixirs, magical artifacts, and other treasures were continuously carried onto the city walls and flying boats.

The first batch of exhausted soldiers and cultivators retreated, and the second batch stepped up to take their place.

One puppet after another was destroyed, and one puppeteer after another was replaced.

The battle raged from day to night, and then from night to day, seemingly without end.

Beneath the city walls and at the foot of the mountain, the corpses of Yin soldiers and blood puppets were piled up, and a large number of Yin spirits and ghost generals were captured by the cultivators and sent to the Divine Soul Hall.

Everything seemed chaotic, yet everything also seemed so orderly.

The entire outpost was like a sophisticated machine, constantly in operation.

Yang Zhengshan and the others stayed in the outpost base to observe the battle outside. In the blink of an eye, three days and three nights had passed. They didn't know how many waves of ghost soldiers this was, but there were still millions of ghost soldiers gathered outside.

"Are we just going to keep dragging this out like this?" Su Mei asked, frowning.

She already knew Yang Zhengshan's plan, but she was not optimistic about the current situation.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, "We now need to engage in a war of attrition with the Impermanent Ghost Sect!"

“But the Impermanent Ghost Sect has an endless supply of Yin soldiers and blood puppets. If we have to outlast them in a battle of attrition, it will be very difficult for us to win!” Su Mei said.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head. "Have you seen the previous army of ghost soldiers?"

"Of course I've seen it?"

"Have you noticed any differences between the current army of ghost soldiers and the army of ghost soldiers from before?"

Su Mei frowned and pondered for a moment, "Is there a difference? Aren't they all Yin soldiers and blood puppets?"

"Of course there are. Look at those ghost soldiers. The stench of decay on their bodies is much stronger than that of the ghost soldiers before."

"Decay means they are much older, possibly thousands or even tens of thousands of years old!"

"Based on my understanding of the Corpse Sea of ​​the Impermanent Ghost Sect, the lower the level of the Corpse Sea, the longer the Yin Soldiers and Blood Puppets have existed."

"This means that the Yin soldiers and blood puppets of the Impermanent Ghost Sect are almost depleted!"

"Furthermore, look at the army of Yin soldiers that has gathered here. Their numbers are far fewer than before. I remember that when the Impermanent Ghost Sect first entered the Wanhua Mountain Range, they used more than 100,000 Yin soldiers. The second time they attacked the Wanhua Mountain Range, they used hundreds of thousands of Yin soldiers. And the last time, when they were fighting the Wanhua Demon Emperor, they used as many as a million Yin soldiers!"

"And now, there are a million Yin soldiers and blood puppets in front of us, but only tens of thousands of them are Yin soldiers."

"Looking at those blood puppets, many of them were just made, and quite a few of them are demonic beasts!"

"This also shows that the Impermanent Ghost Sect's forces are already insufficient!"

"If I'm not mistaken, the Impermanent Ghost Sect is no longer able to mobilize any more Yin Soldiers and Blood Puppets!"

Yang Zhengshan said slowly.

This was based on his observations over the past few days. Although he didn't know how many Yin soldiers and blood puppets were in the sea of ​​corpses, he did know the method by which the Impermanent Ghost Sect crafted Yin soldiers and blood puppets.

The sea of ​​corpses may seem endless, but it actually has a limit. And now it's almost reached that limit.

Su Mei seemed to be deep in thought, "So, as long as we keep consuming the Yin soldiers and blood puppets of the Wuchang Ghost Sect here, it won't be long before the Wuchang Ghost Sect's deployment in the Wanhua Mountains will loosen?"

Yang Zhengshan gave her an approving look. "That's right. If they relax even slightly, they will become the target of attacks from all sides!"

"Although the Wanhua Demon Court has fallen, the forces that once belonged to the Wanhua Mountains have not all disappeared. They have simply gone into hiding. As long as they see an opportunity, they will surely launch a coordinated attack!"

The Wanhua Mountain Range was not only home to the Wanhua Demon Court, but also to other powerful forces such as the Huaxian Sect, the Li family of the Immortal Clan, and numerous demon clans.

These forces merely withdrew from the Wanhua Mountains; it does not mean they have completely submitted.

If the Impermanent Ghost Sect shows even the slightest sign of weakness, these forces will surely emerge to cause trouble for it.

Su Mei nodded, indicating that she understood Yang Zhengshan's idea.

Just then, Yang Zhengshan raised an eyebrow, his eyes flashing with a black and white light that pierced through the spatial barrier of the real world and focused into the void.

"Korta, Red Sleeve, your opponent has arrived!"

he said softly.

Kota and Hong Fuxiu were shocked. "Your Excellency, please wait a moment. We will deal with them immediately!"

Yang Zhengshan waved his hand, "Just do your best, there's no need to actually take it down!"

"Yes!" Kota replied.

Immediately afterwards, the couple flew out of the outpost and entered the void.

In the void, Xie Wushuang was observing the outpost. He looked at the base's formations, the flying boats within, and the soldiers and puppets on the city walls, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

How could such a force exist here?

"I've never heard of any remaining forces in the southern part of the Wanhua Mountains!"

"No, if such a force existed in the southern part of the Wanhua Mountains, Chi Yuan would have mentioned it before!"

He was filled with doubt, unable to understand why such a city would appear here.

When the Impermanent Ghost Sect first attacked the Wanhua Mountains, the Soul Control Hall was responsible for attacking from the north, while the Soul Refining Hall was responsible for attacking from the south. He was the deputy director of the Soul Forging Division of the Soul Refining Hall, so he naturally participated at that time.

Moreover, at that time, the Soul Refining Hall also had the help of the Yellow Springs Hall and the Nanhua Sect. The Nanhua Sect, also known as the Crimson Ancestor, specifically provided them with information on the distribution of power in the southern part of the Wanhua Mountains.

If such a force exists here, he couldn't possibly be unaware of it.

Except this force appeared out of nowhere!
He was right; Bai Yujing had indeed appeared out of nowhere.

Just as Xie Wushuang was wondering, Kota and Hong Fuxiu appeared in the void, and Xie Wushuang immediately became alert.

He looked at Kota and Hong Fuxiu, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Two unfamiliar Golden Core cultivators? Where did they come from?
He wasn't entirely unperturbed by the appearance of Kota and Hong Fuxiu, since Kota and Hong Fuxiu were only at the initial stage of the Golden Core realm, while he was already at the mid-stage of the Golden Core realm.

In his view, Kota and Red Sleeves posed no threat to him whatsoever.

"Who are you?" he asked coldly.

At the same time, an eerie aura spread throughout the void, and strange, blood-red tentacles grew out from his back, waving wildly as if they were about to suddenly strike Kota and Hong Fuxiu at any moment.

"Kill your people!"

Kota had no time for words. Giant arms appeared out of thin air and grabbed Xie Wushuang's red tentacles.

At first, Xie Wushuang had a cold smile on his face. His red tentacles were no ordinary objects, but his natal spiritual artifacts, which contained the Dao of Devouring and could devour all energy, especially blood energy.

Anyone who touches the tentacles will be drained of their life force in the blink of an eye.

Whether it's magical power or flesh and blood, it will devour everything, leaving only a dried-up corpse in the end.

Kota's actions were suicidal in his eyes.

However, the result was that Kota's arm was firmly gripping his tentacles, showing no signs of being drained.

His tentacles are his natal magical artifacts, and Kota's arms are also natal magical artifacts.

One contains the Dao of Devouring, and the other contains various complex Dao meanings. Although Xie Wushuang's cultivation level is far higher than Kota's, Kota's arm is precisely able to restrain Xie Wushuang's Devouring Tentacles.

For a moment, their arms and tentacles were locked in a stalemate, constantly tangling and struggling, with no clear victor.

The two became entangled, and Hong Fuxiu seized the opportunity to strike, the blazing flames sweeping across the entire void under the guidance of the red silk.

The crimson flames surged like waves, dancing like dragons and snakes, instantly enveloping Xie Wushuang within them.

This is the true Nanming Li Fire, not the superficial Li Fire of the past.

This was Hong Fuxiu's greatest gain after forming her core, as it spurred the creation of the Southern Bright Fire, which she then refined into her own natal spirit fire.

Like the true fire of the sun, the Southern Bright Fire is a unique fire of heaven and earth, containing the Dao of heaven and earth, and is one of the divine powers of heaven and earth.

Yang Zhengshan survived many crises thanks to the True Fire of the Sun, which shows the power of the True Fire of the Sun. The Southern Ming Fire is no less powerful than the True Fire of the Sun.

Even in the art of fire control, Hong Fuxiu far surpasses Yang Zhengshan.

Flames rose, and Xie Wushuang was shocked. He dared not continue to entangle with Kota and quickly withdrew from the battle.

He wanted to pause the battle, but Kota and Hong Fuxiu wouldn't give him a chance to breathe. The couple worked together seamlessly, blocking Xie Wushuang from both the front and the back.

"Damn it!"

Xie Wushuang cursed under his breath, no longer daring to hesitate. He used all his strength and summoned his protective spiritual artifact to escape the encirclement of Nanming Li Huo.

Although he had broken free from the Southern Ming Fire, his body was still covered in crimson flames.

He didn't even have time to extinguish the flames on his body before he burst into flight at extreme speed.

Although the fight between the two sides was very brief, he already knew that he was no match for them.

If this continues, he might not perish, but he will certainly not have an easy time.

If the entanglement lasts too long, he risks his demise.

Faced with this situation, he did not hesitate to choose to withdraw from the battle.

A good man does not suffer from immediate losses!
Xie Wushuang had no determination to fight to the death; his only thought now was to go back and get reinforcements.

(End of this chapter)