Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 876 My heart will not be at peace until this grudge is avenged!
Yue'e pondered for a moment, looked at everyone, and said, "What are your thoughts?"

As the sect leader, Yue Qing spoke first: "Master, I believe that Master Yang's suggestion is not without reason. We have been separated from Hidden Sword Mountain for three hundred years, and Hidden Sword Mountain should also see the situation clearly!"

“That’s right. As long as those old fogies at Hidden Sword Mountain aren’t senile, they should understand that mutual benefit is the best option right now!” Yueming agreed.

Yue Su's expression was cold. "Even if Hidden Sword Mountain disagrees, it doesn't matter. We can still join forces with Netherworld Prison!"

They still harbored some reservations about Hidden Sword Mountain, after all, Hidden Sword Mountain had always wanted to regain control of the three major sects.

However, faced with both crisis and potential benefits, they are still willing to join forces with Cangjian Mountain to deal with it.

Several elders offered their opinions, but they all essentially shared the same sentiment.

After listening to everyone's opinions, Yue'e nodded slightly, "At this time, I will communicate with the Xuanqing Sect and the Wuxiang Sect. As for the specifics, it depends on their attitudes!"

The meeting then ended, and Yang Zhengshan returned to the Spirit Source Land.

As the saying goes, if the sky falls, the tall ones will hold it up; no matter what, it's not his place to be in charge of the Lingxiu Sea.

After returning to the land of spiritual origin, Yang Zhengshan first went to see Yang Chengan.

After several days of rest, Yang Chengan's injuries have recovered to about 70-80%, but he has severely damaged his vital energy and it is estimated that it will take him several months to fully recover.

Compared to him, Yang Jishan's injuries were more troublesome. Although the fire poison in his body was treated at the time, due to the urgency of the situation, he did not clean the fire poison carefully. As a result, a lot of fire poison remained in his body, and the fire poison had entered his bone marrow, making it very difficult to remove completely.

Yang Zhengshan personally refined a batch of second-grade antidote pills for Yang Jishan and sent them to him.

"Thank you so much, Ancestor! You've gone to so much trouble!" Yang Jishan was filled with gratitude and surprise as he took the antidote pill from Yang Zhengshan.

Yang Zhengshan patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "You should rest well during this time. Once the remaining poison in your body is cleared out, then you can go to the weapon-making workshop!"

Yang Jishan had served Yang Jizhen for over ten years, working tirelessly and without complaint. Now that he had suffered such a great ordeal, he naturally deserved a reward.

In the land of spiritual origin, rewards and punishments are clearly defined. Someone like Yang Jishan can be promoted at least three levels, from a third-class steward to a deputy hall master.

The Refining Hall in the Spirit Source Land now comprises many workshops, such as the Weapon Forging Workshop, which specializes in forging spiritual weapons like swords, spears, and halberds; the Bow and Arrow Workshop, which specializes in manufacturing bows and arrows; and the Array Weapon Workshop, which specializes in forging array weapons. This workshop is not very large and mainly focuses on research.

There were also armor workshops, weapon workshops, boat and vehicle workshops, and so on.

With the establishment of the twelfth floor, many departments in the Spirit Origin Land were divided into more detailed categories.

In terms of personnel arrangements, clearer division of responsibilities has been made to give full play to everyone's expertise while cultivating specialized and top-notch talents.

For example, if one specializes in forging armor, then one should only forge armor. Although this method cannot cultivate skilled weapon refiners, it can enable a person's armor-forging skills to reach a very high level, far exceeding the ordinary level.

Yang Jishan was skilled at forging various weapons, which is why Yang Zhengshan assigned him to the weapon-making workshop instead of other departments.

After leaving Yang Jishan's side, Yang Zhengshan and Yang Jizhen returned to Lingquanshanping together.

"Your cultivation has reached the eighth level of Qi Refining. From now on, don't go out. Just stay at home and cultivate diligently, and strive to reach the Foundation Establishment stage as soon as possible!" Yang Zhengshan said.

Yang Jizhen is over forty years old this year and has been cultivating immortality for more than thirty years, from an ignorant boy to reaching the eighth level of Qi Refining.

This cultivation speed is neither fast nor slow.

The foundation building process for immortal cultivators differs from the spiritual foundation forging and golden body shaping for martial artists. For martial artists, the deeper their foundation, the better. As long as their blood and qi have not yet declined, they are not afraid of taking a long time.

For immortal cultivators, the earlier they establish their foundation, the better. The earlier they establish their foundation, the greater their potential and the higher their future growth space.

In Baiyun Immortal City, sixty years old is a critical age for cultivators. Those who establish their foundation before sixty have the potential to break through to the Golden Core realm, while those who establish their foundation after sixty have a very slim chance of breaking through to the Golden Core realm.

Of course, this is not absolute. In fact, in the more than two thousand years of Baiyun Immortal City, only one True Monarch of Baiyun has emerged.

Therefore, regardless of age at which one establishes their foundation, the chance of breaking through to the Golden Core realm is extremely slim.

"Ancestor, should I go and seek out the opportunity to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill?" Yang Jizhen also had his own plans. Foundation Establishment requires the Foundation Establishment Pill, and he now has the cultivation level of the eighth level of Qi Refining, so it's time for him to prepare for the Foundation Establishment Pill.

Yang Zhengshan stared at him in astonishment. "I've already prepared the Foundation Establishment Pill for you. Why are you still looking for him?"

“Ready!” Yang Jizhen was stunned.

He really didn't know that Yang Zhengshan had Foundation Establishment Pills. When Yang Zhengshan was refining Foundation Establishment Pills, he had only just started cultivating and hadn't practiced alchemy. He only knew that Yang Zhengshan could refine Foundation Establishment Pills, but he didn't know how many Foundation Establishment Pills Yang Zhengshan had refined.

Therefore, he was also thinking of finding the resources for the Foundation Establishment Pill himself. Even if he couldn't get the Foundation Establishment Pill, he could still collect some medicinal materials for refining the Foundation Establishment Pill and have Yang Zhengshan refine it for him.

Yang Zhengshan chuckled, "It's not just for you, I've prepared foundation-building pills for all your junior brothers and sisters too. Don't worry, we have plenty of them!"

is not that right?

He currently holds more than ten Foundation Establishment Pills. He has refined all of the thirty-odd Azure Profound Fruit cores that the Illusion Moon Sect sold him into Foundation Establishment Pills, totaling fourteen pills, including three high-grade Foundation Establishment Pills.

"Oh, I thought our ancestor didn't have the ingredients for the Foundation Establishment Pill!" Yang Jizhen chuckled.

Yang Zhengshan slapped him and laughed, "You underestimate your ancestor!"

"Alright, just focus on your cultivation. You don't need to worry about anything else! Without reaching the Foundation Establishment stage, you'll never amount to anything!"

"Yes!" Yang Jizhen replied.

……

Just as Yang Zhengshan had thought, the Lianxin Valley incident had a significant impact on various forces in the western region of the Yunxiao Mountains.

Five days after the destruction of Lotus Heart Valley, the high-ranking members of the six Qingli families gathered at the Qingli Royal Court.

The atmosphere inside the spacious and magnificent palace was extremely oppressive.

Only four people were seated on the six chairs in the center of the hall; the rest either sat or stood behind them.

The Lin family patriarch, Lin Qihe, had a wrinkled face full of sinister intent, and his weathered eyes suppressed endless rage.

Sitting behind Lin Qihe, Lin Huaijin's face was also ashen, his eyes filled with a bloodthirsty glint.

Lin Huaijin had just returned from Baiyun Immortal City, only to find his home reduced to ruins upon arrival, with none of his children or grandchildren remaining.

The two of them looked like demons who had just crawled out of hell, exuding a bloodthirsty ferocity. The others present, whether angry or sorrowful, all appeared extremely repressed and fierce.

Only the six Qingli families themselves truly know the extent of their losses this time.

Putting aside the fact that there are many of their clansmen and interests in Lotus Heart Valley, they have lost six Foundation Establishment cultivators. The Lin family is almost wiped out, and the Lan and Yu families have lost their only Foundation Establishment ancestors. Without Foundation Establishment ancestors, they cannot be considered immortal cultivation families.

Strictly speaking, the current six families of Qingli can only be considered as four families of Qingli.

"I have no other thoughts but to grind those rats of the Yin Ghost Division to dust! What about you?" Lin Qihe stared at the crowd with sinister eyes.

Although the Lin family still has many members, most of them are ordinary people, and there are less than twenty lucky ones left with spiritual apertures.

The Lin family still has him and Lin Huaijin supporting them, and it seems they still retain some strength.

But what about a hundred years from now?

His lifespan is less than fifty years, while Lin Huaijin only has a hundred years left to live.

What will happen to the Lin family after they both pass away?

If they cannot cultivate new Foundation Establishment cultivators within a century, the Lin family will be reduced to an ordinary small immortal cultivation family, or even completely wiped out in the long river of history.

Liu Wei, the patriarch of the Liu family, was also an old man with a full head of white hair. He said in a deep voice, "I will not be at peace until I avenge this grudge!"

Although the Liu family suffered the least losses among the six major families, Liu Wei still found it hard to bear.

Liu Zaixian was seriously injured. Although he was lucky enough to survive, his foundation was damaged. He originally had the opportunity to break through to the late stage of Foundation Establishment, but after this ordeal, it is estimated that his cultivation will be difficult to advance any further.

Meanwhile, because Liu Zaixian was stationed in Lianxin Valley, many of the Liu family members also stayed there to guard the valley, and none of them escaped.

Although such losses are far less than those of the Lin family, they are still enough to cripple the Liu family.

However, compared to Lin Qihe, Liu Wei was able to maintain a rational mind.

"However, this matter requires careful consideration, Brother Lin. I know you are eager for revenge, but we must also understand that we are not at an advantage compared to the Yin Ghost Division!"

Although they have not yet found Zhang Mo's hiding place, they already know that Zhang Mo is the Blood Pool Steward of the Yin Ghost Division of the Wuchang Ghost Sect.

The Impermanent Ghost Sect is incredibly powerful and not something they can afford to provoke, but a mere Blood Pool Deacon from the Yin Ghost Division is not enough to make them hesitate to act rashly.

"What do you mean?" Lin Qihe looked at Liu Wei with a murderous gaze.

Liu Wei said calmly, "We need to unite more forces, and it would be best if we could persuade Baiyun Immortal City to join us."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qihe's fierceness subsided considerably; he knew Liu Wei was right.

They urgently need outside help, and Baiyun Immortal City is undoubtedly the strongest outside help around the Yunxiao Mountains.

"Not only White Cloud Immortal City, but also Hidden Sword Mountain, Netherworld Prison Gate, and the Sea of ​​Spiritual Beauty can become our allies!" Liu Wei continued.

Lin Qihe lowered his eyelids, remained silent for a moment, and then said, "I'm going to Baiyun Immortal City, you all go to other forces!"

He had some connections in Baiyun Immortal City and was acquainted with several disciples of Baiyun Zhenjun, so he was fairly confident that he could persuade Baiyun Immortal City to cooperate.

As for other forces, he didn't have many connections with them.

Hidden Sword Mountain has some connections with the Liu family, the Sea of ​​Spiritual Beauty is quite hostile to immortal cultivators, so it doesn't matter who goes there, and the Netherworld Prison Sect is quite far from the Qingli Dynasty, so they have almost no interaction with them.

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After the destruction of Lotus Heart Valley, Zhang Mo seemed to have vanished into thin air, disappearing without a trace.

Of course, Zhang Mo didn't disappear; he just hid in Cangya Gorge.

He was well aware of the impact of destroying Lotus Heart Valley, so after the operation ended, he immediately led all his men back to Cangya Gorge to see how things would develop.

If Baiyun Immortal City gets involved, he will definitely back down. Only if he is certain that Baiyun Immortal City will not get involved will he continue to carry out the plan he formulated earlier.

Moreover, he also needed time to digest this gain. After conquering Lotus Heart Valley and the Lin family territory, and intercepting and killing several Foundation Establishment cultivators, he not only gained a lot of resources, but also gained many cultivators who submitted.

In the thick pool of blood, one after another, unconscious cultivators floated, their bodies submerged in crimson blood, with only their hideous faces visible.

Zhang Mo stood on a protruding rock on the cliff, looking down at the ferocious faces below, her gentle eyes filled with joy.

This time he only obtained one Yin Soldier, but his gains were still great. However, he also obtained nearly a thousand materials that could be used to refine Blood Puppets.

He had very high standards for Yin Soldiers and Blood Puppets, unlike Mo Xuanyu who often used inferior products to make up the numbers.

Yin soldiers must have the cultivation level of Foundation Establishment, while blood puppets must be cultivators in the late stage of Qi Refining or martial artists in the Heavenly Gang stage.

He now commands eighteen Yin soldiers, a foundation he has accumulated over a hundred years. In addition, he has sent more than twenty Yin soldiers and thousands of blood puppets to the Yin Ghost Bureau.

To put it simply, among the many Blood Pool Deacons of the Yin Ghost Division, his performance over the past century has been absolutely top-notch.

Just as Zhang Mo was gazing at the blood pool below, some changes occurred within it. Dense bloodthirsty energy slowly seeped into the corpses, causing pairs of bloodshot eyes to open and a brutal and bloody aura to spread out.

Zhang Mo unleashed bursts of magical light upon the three massive white bone pillars, after which the blood puppets crawled out of the blood pool like walking corpses.

The blood puppets who had been preparing by the blood pool stepped forward to dress the newborn blood puppets and send them into the cave.

Blood puppets come in many varieties. The first type is the blood puppet that Mo Xuanyu created using Golden Body Realm warriors. They retain all their consciousness and memories and have the same thoughts as the originals. These blood puppets have strong autonomy and are quite powerful in combat.

The second type is completely like the walking dead. They only have the most basic combat instincts, can only perform some simple tasks, and are completely controlled by the Blood Pool Deacon.

Because these blood puppets have no memory, their combat power is relatively weak, making them very suitable as cannon fodder.

The third type is somewhere between the first two: the body is refined into a blood corpse, the soul is stripped of its consciousness, leaving only a remnant soul, which is then replenished using special methods to form a new consciousness.

This new consciousness will be completely obedient to the Blood Pool Deacon and retain the original owner's fighting spirit, possessing almost all of the original owner's strength.

It was only because of the loss of his soul that his personality had some flaws, making him even more brutal.

(End of this chapter)