Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 749 Entering the battle
"Greetings, Venerable Yue Su!" the crowd bowed again.

"Senior Brother Shanming has arrived, but I'm a little late!" Venerable Yue Su didn't even glance at the crowd below, but just smiled at Shanming.

Her voice was clever and lively, as if it carried a kind of innocent childishness. If you didn't know that the voice came from her, you would definitely think that the speaker was a young girl in her prime, still very young.

Shanming acted very aloof, only nodding slightly without saying a word.

A sly glint flashed in Yue Su's bright eyes. She said nothing more, but hovered in the air, gazing at the north.

They all seemed to be waiting for the arrival of the Xuanqing Sect!

Ok.

This looks a bit strange!
Yang Zhengshan glanced at them, also becoming curious about the arrival of the Xuanqing Sect.

What kind of divine beast will the Xuanqing Sect ride here?
About half an hour later, Xuanqing Sect finally arrived late.

To Yang Zhengshan's surprise, the Xuanqing Sect did not arrive by divine beast, but by ship—a treasure ship flying in the air.

In the clouds of the sky, a treasure ship slowly emerged. Its overall shape was streamlined, long and elegant, like a nimble silver fish swimming freely in the vast sky.

The hull of the treasure ship seemed to be made of a metal that emitted a soft yet majestic silver light under the sunlight, with mysterious runes flowing on its surface and shimmering with a faint blue light.

The bow of the ship is raised high, shaped like a crescent moon. On both sides of the ship, there are dozens of huge windows, which are inlaid with transparent glass like crystal. Along the back of the ship, there are several towering pavilions with flying eaves and brackets, carved beams and painted rafters, and every detail is exquisite.

The roof of the pavilion was covered with golden glazed tiles, which shimmered in the sunlight, as if draping the treasure ship in a magnificent golden veil. A long ribbon of light trailed behind the stern, the trail left by the treasure ship as it flew, woven from colorful rays, like a dazzling ribbon.

"This is an ancient treasure, the Glazed Cloud Boat, which can travel eight thousand miles a day!" Lan Peng said again.

Yang Zhengshan took a deep breath; this thing was truly beyond his comprehension.

If it can fly 8,000 miles a day, wouldn't its speed be 160 or 170 kilometers per hour?

It doesn't seem to be fast either!

But this thing is huge, even bigger than the large Fujian ship, and can carry a thousand people.

If we take this thing to the vast ocean, wouldn't it only take a few days to get there?

However, Yang Zhengshan was just thinking about it. This thing looked like a giant beast that ate spirit stones. Judging from the long stream of light behind it, this thing probably consumed hundreds or thousands of spirit stones.

In that vast sea area, let alone spirit stones, even a few hundred spirit stones would be enough to plunder all the forces.

It's no wonder that people here don't go to the Stormy Seas; there's no benefit there, nothing to be gained, and it's just a waste of time.

The leader of the Xuanqing Sect was also a Martial God Realm expert, known as Venerable Qingyun. He was a slender old man with a kind face and wise eyes.

"Hehe, it's been a long time, my two young friends!" Duan Qingyun landed from the air and greeted Yue Su and Shan Ming.

"Greetings, senior!" The two bowed respectfully.

"It's rare to see you all so punctual!" Duan Qingyun chuckled.

"I wouldn't dare. How could we juniors keep our seniors waiting? Hehe~" Yue Su said with a charming smile.

Duan Qingyun glanced at Shanming, "How is Master Shanyuan?"

Shanming's tone remained calm, "Thank you for your concern, senior. My senior brother is doing well!"

"Hmm, it's been a long time since I've seen him out and about. I thought he had passed away!" Duan Qingyun said.

A cold glint flashed in Shanming's eyes, "My senior brother's lifespan is similar to that of the senior, so he shouldn't pass away before the senior!"

Duan Qingyun looked at him with a kind expression, his deep eyes full of smiles.

It was as if they were saying, "Don't lie, kid. We all know each other!"

Yue Su stood to the side, her cunning glint in her eyes growing ever more pronounced.

With the three venerable ones above, the people below didn't even dare to raise their heads.

Yang Zhengshan lowered his eyelids and put on a respectful appearance, but his inner thoughts were very complex.

The relationship between the three major sects seems to be somewhat strained!

The moment this Venerable Qingyun arrived, he exposed the shortcomings of the Wuxiang Sect.

Although they didn't know who this "good fortune" person was, it seemed that Venerable Qingyun was hoping for his early demise!

Shanming also gave a polite but firm rebuff!

Tsk tsk, interesting, interesting!
Yang Zhengshan was lost in thought when the three Venerable Ones above flew into the courtyard.

"Let's go!" Lan Peng gave him a wink, and then the group dispersed and returned to their own courtyards.

"The three major sects don't get along?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

"Hehe, isn't this obvious?" Lan Peng chuckled, then said solemnly, "Let's not discuss the matters of the three major sects here. We'll talk about them in detail when we get back!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded, naturally understanding the principle that trouble comes from careless words.

Although they are far from the courtyards of the three major sects, the hearing of a Martial God is far superior to that of an ordinary person. If they say something they shouldn't and it reaches the ears of the three, it will definitely bring trouble.

Another night passed, and early the next morning, all the people from the three clans and twelve families gathered in a mountain valley ten miles south of the courtyard.

There was nothing particularly special about this mountain valley. Even looking south, all you could see were rolling hills, with no trace of any ancient formations.

However, when the three martial arts masters stepped forward, a burst of seven-colored light suddenly appeared in the mountain valley, as if an invisible light shield was blocking them.

"Are you two ready?" Duan Qingyun asked in a deep voice, holding a long sword in his hand.

“We can begin, senior!” Yue Su also took out a long sword, but her sword was a soft sword wrapped around her waist.

The three exchanged a glance and simultaneously unleashed a sword strike against the invisible light barrier.

The next moment, the light shield rippled, followed by cracks. A crisp cracking sound rang out, and a gap three zhang high and more than ten zhang long appeared in the light shield.

"Leave this place one month from now. No waiting for latecomers. Now go in!" Duan Qingyun said in a deep voice.

Upon hearing this, everyone dared not delay and they all weaved in and flew into the ruins in batches.

At this moment, everyone fell silent, their expressions grim. Everyone knew that once they entered the forbidden area, they would immediately become mortal enemies, and even acquaintances might stab each other in the back for the sake of the spirit.

The Lu family members stood at the very back, with Yang Zhengshan being the last one.

After everyone else had gone in, Yang Zhengshan rushed into the ancient formation with lightning speed.

As soon as Yang Zhengshan stepped into the ancient ruins, he noticed a dramatic change in the scenery. The rolling hills were gone, replaced by towering peaks that pierced the sky like swords. These peaks varied in shape; some were twisted, as if twisted by a powerful force; others were shrouded in perpetual mist, from which came occasional low rumbles, like the roars of ancient beasts.

Faintly visible in the valleys and mountains, one could still discern palaces and pavilions standing amidst the peaks, though they appeared somewhat dilapidated, with some even collapsed. At this moment, everyone was rapidly venturing deeper into the ruins. Lan Peng merely nodded to Yang Zhengshan before rushing southeast with Lu Youning and Bai Mingyue.

Yang Zhengshan did not rush to go deeper into the area. Instead, he swiftly leaped onto a large tree and looked south.

According to the information provided by the Lu family, the further south you go in the ancient formation, the more treasures you find. This is because the three major sects always broke the formation from the north each time they opened it, so the area near the north has been looted countless times, leaving virtually nothing of value.

That's why everyone rushed forward as soon as they came in.

Yang Zhengshan's primary purpose in coming to this ancient ruins was to obtain the Golden Body Technique, so his first target was the Transmission Hall. He could go to other parts of the ruins after obtaining the Golden Body Technique.

After carefully comparing the map and confirming that there were no errors, Yang Zhengshan flew southwest this time.

The Hall of Transmission of Skills is located in the western part of the ruins, but it is currently in the northern part. To get there, one would have to travel over a hundred miles.

This place is a desolate wasteland. Apart from the three major sects organizing personnel to enter once every ten years, no outsiders can enter it.

Therefore, being in this ancient formation is like being in a primordial wilderness.

Towering trees, their thick trunks requiring several people to encircle, their lush foliage layered upon layer, blocking out the sun. Wild grasses grow wildly at their feet, reaching waist-high, interspersed with wildflowers blooming freely, a riot of colors. Vines, like pythons, twine among the trees, weaving a deep, lush, and wildly untamed scene.

Besides the exceptionally lush vegetation, there are also many dangerous and strange beasts here!

Yang Zhengshan had only run two or three miles when he heard the roars of wild beasts coming from the south.

"Someone has encountered a strange beast!"

Yang Zhengshan paused, his vigilance increasing several times over.

After thinking about it, he decided to slow down a bit.

He has a month, which is plenty of time, so there's no need to rush.

His goal was different from others. Others might also want cultivation techniques, but they also wanted more spiritual items, wishing they could take all the spiritual items here with them.

He only needs the cultivation method; as for other spiritual items, he'd be happy to get them, but he won't force it if he can't.

Yang Zhengshan did not fly, but instead moved slowly and steadily among the trees.

He pushed his concealment technique to its limit, making his aura almost imperceptible.

Even with all his caution, he began to encounter a little trouble.

Just as he was passing under a large tree, a foul stench suddenly wafted over, and then a large, colorful snake shot out from the side and lunged at him.

"Depend on!"

Yang Zhengshan cursed inwardly, then his mind shifted, and without hesitation, he thrust out his spear, pinning the snake's head to the tree trunk.

The giant snake was not dead yet; its thick, long body twisted and coiled incessantly, forcing Yang Zhengshan to release his spear.

Taking a few steps back, Yang Zhengshan stared at the large snake with a gloomy expression.

This snake was much smaller than the Blue-Eyed Frost Serpent he had killed before, only about ten feet long, but it was entirely emerald green, and he hadn't noticed it at all while it was hiding in the tree.

Most importantly, this snake is venomous!

An unknown type of snake venom; if Yang Zhengshan were bitten, he would be severely injured, even if he didn't die.

The snake died quickly. Yang Zhengshan retrieved his spear and then returned to the Spirit Source Land with the snake's corpse.

On Lingquan Mountain, Yu Qingyi saw Yang Zhengshan return with a large snake, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Have you entered the ancient formation?" she asked softly.

"Hmm! I ran into this guy as soon as I went in!" Yang Zhengshan let out a soft breath.

"A poisonous snake?" Yu Qingyi stepped forward and examined it.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly.

Yu Qingyi thought for a moment, "Why don't you take Qinghong with you? Or can I come with you?"

Qinghong is the flying slave eagle, which is of the level of a strange beast, and Yang Wanqi named Jinyu and Tianyun's daughter Tianyun.

"No need. There are too many strange beasts there. If Qinghong goes there, she might attract even more powerful beasts. You should focus on breaking through as soon as possible."

"Once I reach the Transmission Hall, I'll let you go out and see if you can obtain other cultivation techniques!"

Yang Zhengshan said.

The Transmission Hall in the ruins is special; it contains many cultivation techniques, but they cannot be used at will.

The Hall of Transmission of Skills is protected by an array. Each person who enters can only obtain one or more cultivation techniques, and these techniques are all suitable for their own cultivation.

Therefore, Yang Zhengshan had already planned that once he arrived at the Transmission Hall, he would have the people from the Spirit Source Land line up to receive the cultivation techniques there.

He would gladly accept any cultivation techniques offered by the Transmission Hall.

They wouldn't stop until they emptied out the Hall of Transmission of Skills.

After exchanging a few words with Yu Qingyi, Yang Zhengshan re-entered the ancient formation.

A distance of 100 li is not far, but it is not short either. If Yang Zhengshan flies at full speed, he can arrive in half a day at most.

However, Yang Zhengshan could not fly at full speed here, and could only proceed cautiously.

If you encounter strange beasts on the road, kill the easy ones and avoid the troublesome ones.

That evening, Yang Zhengshan went directly back to Lingyuan Land to rest.

Compared to others, he has too many advantages.

His biggest advantage is that he can return to the Spirit Source Land to rest, while others can only rest in the dangerous wilderness.

It took Yang Zhengshan two days to reach the Transmission Hall marked on the map. The Transmission Hall was located on the mountainside of a high mountain. The ancient hall was embedded in the mountain wall and looked particularly majestic from a distance.

Among all the ruins, the Transmission Hall is the best preserved. From the outside, there are basically no damaged parts, only that it looks a bit old.

In front of the Hall of Transmission of Skills is a large square, in which stand stone pillars carved with countless runes, from which one can still faintly see spiritual light flashing.

Yang Zhengshan walked up the stone steps to the square, but he stopped as soon as he stepped into the square and looked around warily.

The square is surrounded by towering trees and overgrown vegetation; to the naked eye, all one can see is a sea of ​​lush green branches and vines.

Just a dozen or so feet in front of Yang Zhengshan, there was a patch of dark red blood on the ground. The blood had not completely dried and was obviously left in the last two days.

(End of this chapter)