Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 708 The Martial Path Must Not Be Humiliated!

From this perspective, the Spirit Spring Space seems more like a shortcut.

actually not.

The resources produced by the Spirit Spring Space can cultivate a large number of innate martial artists, but it takes not one or two years, but twenty or thirty years.

Even if one has lived in the spiritual spring space since childhood, drinking spiritual spring water and eating food irrigated with spiritual spring water every day, it still takes at least twenty years of persistent cultivation to become a Xiantian martial artist.

The Divine Sun Sect's Blood Refining Technique is different. As long as one has enough martial artist blood, an acquired martial artist can become an innate martial artist within a few years.

The cultivation of the Spirit Continuation and Blood Refining Technique has many flaws, while cultivation by drinking spiritual spring water has almost none.

The most miraculous effect of the spiritual spring water is not to improve cultivation level or increase cultivation speed, but that it can give everyone the opportunity to become an innate martial artist.

As long as one is willing to work hard and persevere, and is not so stupid as to be beyond redemption, then there is a chance to become a Xiantian martial artist.

The guards of the Yang family who cultivated to the Innate Realm all cultivated diligently for thirty or forty years, and they reached the Innate Realm at nearly sixty years old.

How could they be compared to the followers of the Divine Sun Sect who barely entered the Innate Realm by taking shortcuts?

An Yuxing was very different today. He didn't have the wine gourd he always carried with him. Instead, he was carrying two three-foot-long golden maces.

An Yuxing was also a general by birth; he was once a seasoned commander who had fought in countless battles.

Although he is now perceived by many as a slovenly drunkard, he was once a victorious general who charged headlong into battle.

"Lin Fu'an, hehe~~ I never expected that you, an unknown person, would be so well hidden!" An Yuxing said with a smile.

The battlefield was in chaos, but his voice still reached Lin Fu'an's ears clearly.

Before Chen Hengchang raised his army, Lin Fu'an, the leader of the Shenyang Sect, was an inconspicuous rogue cultivator. Although he had the cultivation of the Innate Realm, he rarely attracted attention.

In fact, many innate martial artists would overlook his existence if they didn't see him.

An Yuxing didn't know about Lin Fu'an before, but now Lin Fu'an's name has spread throughout the new Da'an Dynasty.

Lin Fu'an's sinister gaze swept over An Yuxing and Zhou Tianci.

He could disregard everyone else, but he had to take An Yuxing and Zhou Tianci seriously.

An Yuxing needs no introduction; he has long been famous and enjoys a great reputation throughout the world.

Although Zhou Tianci's fame has faded due to his travels, he was once a very famous figure in Darong.

In many people's eyes, Zhou Tianci is an old-fashioned person.

It takes digging deep into the river of time to find the old relics of memory.

At this moment, Lin Fu'an was only in front of seven people: An Yuxing, Zhou Tianci, Liang Shengze, Lü Hua, Yu Tonghai, Yang Mingwu, and Ding Qiu.

Li Chang and Wang Lei stayed in Kyoto, while the twenty guards brought by Ding Qiu stayed by Yang Chengye's side.

"Enough with the nonsense! Today, either you all die, or this old man dies without a burial place!"

Lin Fu'an raised the long sword in his hand, pointing it directly at An Yuxing.

For Chen Hengchang, today is the battle he has endured for decades.

But for Lin Fu'an, today is the opportunity he has waited a hundred years to obtain.

He was more eager for victory than Chen Hengchang, because he didn't have a second chance.

Lin Fu'an had no other choice but to either bring the Divine Sun Sect back to the light of day and place it high in the imperial court, or to die a glorious death in battle.

An Yuxing revealed a disdainful smile, "Then I'll make sure you die without a burial place!"

It's not that An Yuxing is arrogant; it's that An Yuxing has the right to be arrogant.

In the current Da'an New Dynasty, besides Yang Zhengshan and Yu Qingyi, An Yuxing's strength ranks among the top three.

Xuanzhen Daoist, An Yuxing, and Zhou Tianci should be among the top-tier innate experts.

Compared to them, Lin Fu'an's strength is still an unknown quantity.

As soon as he finished speaking, An Yuxing's figure shot out, his pair of golden maces flying around. Water droplets condensed on the maces, and in an instant, the maces transformed into a pair of tiger heads.

"If the tiger doesn't show its power, it'll really think I'm a drunkard!"

"Don't forget, I was once the Tiger of Anxi!"

roar~~
As An Yuxing charged, a loud tiger's roar suddenly resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

Upon seeing this, Lin Fu'an narrowed his eyes, and a scarlet aura rose from his body.

"Dragon or tiger, I will challenge them all today!"

Blood mist rose as Lin Fu'an raised his sword to meet An Yuxing.

The next moment, the two collided, and the chaotic water vapor and blood vapor mingled together.

Seeing this, Zhou Tianci and the others stopped fighting with An Yuxing and rushed towards the other members of the Shenyang Sect.

"Hehe~~ This humble servant greets Your Majesty, and may I ask Your Majesty's name!" Fei Mingyue said with a radiant smile as she saw Ding Qiu approaching.

Those incredibly alluring eyes seemed to be able to bewitch the soul, making it impossible to look away once you saw them.

Ding Qiu was a well-known figure within the Yang family, but he was virtually unknown to the outside world, whether in the vast seas or the new Da'an Dynasty.

Ding Qiu has always been a calm and composed person. He is serious and meticulous in his work. It would be an exaggeration to say that he is Yang Zhengshan's right-hand man, but in fact, in the Yang family, he is the person Yang Zhengshan trusts the most.

For many years, Ding Qiu has been in charge of the Yang family's guards.

Both Wu Zhan and Wu Zheng left the Yang family guards, but Ding Qiu remained the leader of the Yang family guards.

In the future, he will still be the head of the Yang family's guards. Even if the Yang family moves into the Spirit Spring Space, Yang Zhengshan will still retain his position as a member of the Yang family's guards.

Looking at the alluring woman before him, Ding Qiu's gaze remained completely unwavering.

Fei Mingyue!
This is a woman who is almost like a succubus. She is very good at using her beauty and also uses her beauty as her sharpest weapon.

Any man who comes into contact with her will feel a stirring in his heart.

This is the nature of male desire, and it is unavoidable.

Ding Qiu is also a man, but he is a man with strong self-control.

Fei Mingyue's eyebrows and eyes were not without effect, it's just that the effect on Ding Qiu was not so obvious.

Ding Qiu moved with incredible speed, appearing like a streak of light in the blink of an eye before arriving in front of Fei Mingyue. He swung his long sword and slashed at Fei Mingyue without any hesitation.

Fei Mingyue's charming expression froze for a moment, and she hurriedly pulled away to dodge.

"The martial way cannot tolerate humiliation!"

"You are unworthy of being called a martial artist!"

Ding Qiu not only had no pity for Fei Mingyue, but also loathed her for using her beauty to fight.

In Ding Qiu's heart, martial arts are sacred, and battle is the manifestation of that sacredness.

Fei Mingyue's seduction is an insult to the sacred.

Amidst the crisscrossing blade energy, Ding Qiu's blade extended to a length of ten feet. This strike was incredibly fast and swift, subtly conveying an aura of utter destruction. Fei Mingyue's alluring beauty appeared utterly pale and ugly before the blade's edge.

Ding Qiu's blade was so dazzling.

Seemingly sensing the danger posed by the blade, Fei Mingyue retreated repeatedly, but in front of Ding Qiu, her retreat was merely a futile struggle.

One knife after another.

Before Fei Mingyue could make any counterattack, the dazzling blade sliced ​​across her waist and abdomen.

Blood was everywhere, and her supple waist looked incredibly fragile at that moment.

The alluring Fei Mingyue was actually cut in half at the waist by Ding Qiu.

Her body was severed, and Fei Mingyue let out a scream as she fell from mid-air, crashing tragically into a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

She was terrified, filled with fear, struggling, and wailing.

Gone is the allure and charm she once possessed.

All that's left is to wait for death to come.

Ding Qiu didn't even glance at her. After achieving his goal with a single strike, Ding Qiu turned and pounced on the other Shenyang Cult members.

Wherever the long blade points, there is only death and no survival.

Ding Qiu's blade seemed to possess a special magic, closely following the enemy's movements, striking one after another, each strike stronger than the last, until the enemy was forced into a point of no return, and then killing them with a single blow.

If Yang Zhengshan were here, he would surely discover that Ding Qiu's knife already possessed the rudiments of Daoist intent.

Ding Qiu's rudimentary Dao intent was neither the natural Dao intent nor the Dao of self-realization comprehended by Yang Zhengshan, but rather the Dao intent of his state of mind.

His sword is not just a sword, but a symbol of his sacredness towards martial arts.

Holding the long sword, Ding Qiu seemed to be draped in a sacred glow, otherworldly, proud and aloof, dazzling and radiant.

The long sword was sheathed, its sacred radiance was obscured, and its aloofness faded considerably, leaving only a sense of isolation from the world.

But when he sheathed his long sword, everyone around him was stunned.

Zhou Tianci, Liang Shengze, Lü Hua, and Yu Tonghai all stared at him in astonishment.

Behind Ding Qiu lay more than a dozen corpses, each one with its limbs severed, either decapitated or cut in half at the waist.

The horrifying scene unfolded before everyone's eyes, leaving them feeling somewhat incredulous.

Not far away, An Yuxing was still entangled with Lin Fu'an, while the battle on this side had already ended.

Just as Zhou Tianci opened his mouth to ask a question, a gust of wind suddenly shot through the air.

A man dressed in a blue Taoist robe, holding a whisk, arrived riding the wind.

This person was none other than the Taoist Xuanzhen.

He approached and looked at Ding Qiu with surprise.

"Who is this?"

He didn't know Ding Qiu, so he asked.

However, no one answered his question. Zhou Tianci asked in surprise, "What are you doing here?"

Xuanzhen Daoist glanced at him and said indifferently, "You're fighting a battle right in front of my house, and you're asking me what I'm doing here?"

Zhou Tianci stroked his beard somewhat awkwardly.

Well, this place is indeed not far from Daogong Mountain, less than a hundred miles away.

Saying it's right at his doorstep is a bit of an exaggeration, but it's normal for Xuanzhen Daoist to come and take a look.

Ding Qiu didn't know Xuanzhen Daoist, but he was familiar with him, as Xuanzhen Daoist was a very famous figure.

"Junior Ding Qiu greets Senior!" Ding Qiu clasped his hands in a salute.

"Ding Qiu, I've never heard of you before. You shouldn't be an unknown person. Could you be from the Southeast Sea?" Xuanzhen Daoist asked in confusion.

He had been watching from the sidelines for a long time; he certainly wouldn't miss such a rare and spectacular battle.

At first, his attention was entirely focused on An Yuxing and Lin Fu'an. He knew An Yuxing's strength; although he was not as strong as himself, he had already reached the level of entering the Dao.

As he looked around, his gaze was drawn to Ding Qiu.

Ding Qiu's knife was so dazzling that it was hard to ignore.

What's dazzling isn't the brilliance, but the sacred aura it evokes, as if a god or Buddha has descended to earth. Once it appears, it captivates everyone's attention.

Xuanzhen Daoist could not see through Ding Qiu's sword intent, but he could sense that Ding Qiu's sword intent was extremely special.

So when Ding Qiu finished the battle, he couldn't wait to show himself, wanting to discuss things with Ding Qiu.

"I am the commander of the Yang family's guards, and I have always followed the old Marquis!" Ding Qiu explained.

Xuanzhen Daoist was stunned. "You're Yang Zhengshan's man!"

"Exactly!"

Xuanzhen Daoist's expression was quite complicated. "Just how many experts is Yang Zhengshan hiding?"

Zhou Tianci and Liang Shengze nodded in agreement upon hearing this, and they looked at Ding Qiu with rather complicated expressions.

The two of them had known Ding Qiu before the great battle, since they had come here from Kyoto together. However, they hadn't taken Ding Qiu seriously before, thinking he was just a newly initiated innate martial artist. They never expected that Ding Qiu would be so ridiculously powerful.

In fact, Ding Qiu has only been in the Innate Realm for a few years, less than twenty years at most.

In terms of cultivation, he was far inferior to the people in front of him, but he seemed to have a unique talent for the Dao. In terms of profound mystery and subtlety, his cultivation was only average, but in terms of entering the Dao, he had already stepped into the threshold of entering the Dao and comprehended the rudimentary form of the Dao.

In fact, even Yang Zhengshan was unaware of this.

Yang Zhengshan had spoken to Ding Qiu about the Dao and imparted some of his own insights to him, but he did not believe that Ding Qiu could gain any understanding of the Dao in a short period of time.

Ding Qiu himself was unaware that he had entered the Dao. He had been cultivating all along and never thought that he had comprehended his own sword intent.

While everyone was shocked by Ding Qiu, the fighting on the battlefield continued.

The fierce battle continued, and by this time the two sides were completely entangled, making it impossible to distinguish their formations.

The battle has turned into a chaotic free-for-all.

The armored heavy cavalry were no longer able to launch another charge. They could only mechanically swing their maces at the enemies around them. Many armored heavy cavalrymen had fallen from their horses and were pinned to the ground and hacked to death by several or a dozen Shenyang cultists.

The heavy infantry were also caught in a fierce battle, outnumbered by the enemy. They faced an enemy force twice their size, and in fact, on the battlefield, they were facing the enemy's most elite troops, or rather, their most fanatical soldiers.

Yang Chengye was still charging forward, but he had less than a thousand cavalrymen left behind him. Nevertheless, he continued to charge through the enemy ranks.

At this point, there was no room for fancy tactics or maneuvers; the only option was to fight to the death.

He didn't know how long he had been fighting, but he finally reached Chen Hengchang and bumped into him.

When the two meet, it will naturally be a fight to the death.

(End of this chapter)