Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 910 How can you martial artists compete with immortal cultivators?
Lin Daoyuan looked at the figure walking out of the hall, his face ashen.

"Who are you?"

"Zhang Mo of the Impermanent Ghost Sect!"

Zhang Mo smiled as she looked at Lin Daoyuan and everyone else in the square.

These are all good materials!

Look, there are three Divine Soul Realm warriors, more than thirty Golden Body Realm warriors, and more than three hundred Heavenly Gang Realm warriors with considerable strength.

Martial artists at the Heavenly Gang stage can directly extract essence and blood to merge into the blood pool; martial artists at the Golden Body stage can create blood puppets to serve as cannon fodder; and martial artists at the Divine Soul stage can train Yin soldiers.

His gaze swept over Lin Daoyuan, Yue'e, and Han Jiangche, and the look of satisfaction on his face became increasingly obvious.

A Yin Soldier at the Divine Soul Realm is much stronger than a Yin Soldier at the Foundation Establishment Realm. If it can be completely controlled, its combat power will be even greater than that of a Yin Soldier at the Foundation Establishment Realm.

He had already planned to leave the Cloud Mountain Range, but he intended to pull off a big heist before leaving.

So he set his sights on the Sea of ​​Spiritual Beauty.

"Zhang Mo of the Impermanent Ghost Sect!" Lin Daoyuan looked at Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian. "You actually defected to the Impermanent Ghost Sect? No, you've been controlled by the Impermanent Ghost Sect?"

Yang Shenwu lowered his eyelids, his slightly aged face devoid of any emotion.

Zhang Xian chuckled, "Senior Lin, please don't blame Grandmaster. I took advantage of his unpreparedness and dragged him into the blood pool!"

"Why?" Lin Daoyuan asked.

"Why? Naturally, it's to reach the Divine Soul Realm!" Zhang Xian said.

Lin Daoyuan narrowed his eyes, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Zhang Xian and Zhang Mo. "So what you said before about seeking revenge against the Netherworld Prison was a lie?"

Zhang Xian smiled, a very bright smile.

"It's not entirely untrue. I do indeed hate the Netherworld Sect to the bone, but I have never thought of seeking revenge against them."

Upon hearing this, Han Jiangche's expression changed repeatedly. He coldly snorted, "Hmph, very well, you really have quite the appetite, daring to attack us!"

Although there were many things he couldn't understand, that didn't matter anymore. What mattered was that they had fallen into Zhang Mo and Zhang Xian's trap.

Yue'e stared coldly at Zhang Mo with eyes as cold as frost, but her attention was not on Zhang Mo at the moment, but on the square below.

"You think you can stop me with just your strength!" Han Jiangche was the first to make a move; there was no need for further discussion given the current situation.

He took out two short hammers and swung them at Zhang Xian beside him.

The short hammer had a handle no more than three feet long, but the hammerhead was the size of a human head. In Han Jiangche's hand, it looked as if he were holding two iron balls instead of a hammer.

The hammer was yellowish-brown and spherical. The moment Han Jiangche slammed it down, it unleashed a powerful aura, pressing down on Zhang Xian's head like a mountain.

"Hehe, Senior Han, why are you in such a hurry? Why don't we sit down and have a proper chat?"

Zhang Xian had a handsome face and a clear, resonant voice.

His figure flickered like wisps of smoke, and the moment the double hammers fell, he had vanished from the spot.

At the same time, Yang Shenwu suddenly clenched his fist and punched Han Jiangche.

Lin Daoyuan and Yue'e simultaneously attacked Zhang Mo.

Zhang Mo is only a Foundation Establishment cultivator. Even if he has the cultivation of the peak of Foundation Establishment, he should not be a match for Lin Daoyuan alone.

However, even when Lin Daoyuan and Yue'e attacked at the same time, he managed to dodge with ease.

His figure soared into the air, his gentle eyes looking down at everyone below.

"Those who surrender will have their souls preserved; those who resist will have their souls scattered. Gentlemen, please make your choice!"

The next moment, chaos erupted.

A large number of blood puppets with bloodshot eyes emerged from all around the square. They roared and ferociously unleashed their killing intent on everyone.

Inside the plaza, seven Foundation Establishment cultivators attacked simultaneously. Bathed in crimson light, they released thick blood plasma that spread in all directions like waves, seemingly trying to engulf everyone in this crimson tide.

"Grandpa, let's go!"

Ding Qiu, who had already sensed something was wrong, quickly reminded him.

Yang Mingcheng glanced at Zhang Mo in the air and poured his true essence into the jade token without hesitation.

The three figures then disappeared from the spot.

Their disappearance went unnoticed by others, and the entire square was in chaos.

The crimson tide surged and spread, with various sword flashes and shadows crisscrossing, and a chaotic and terrifying aura suddenly erupted, attacking the blood puppets and Foundation Establishment Yin soldiers that suddenly appeared.

The square was originally quite spacious, but it became very crowded when more than thirty Golden Body Realm martial artists attacked together.

With so many powerful figures attacking at the same time, the entire plaza churned and trembled like a kettle boiling over.

However, the riots did not last long.

Lin Daoyuan gripped his longsword, pointing it directly at Zhang Mo. The three-foot-long sword light hissed like an uneasy white snake.

The next instant, his sword moved, piercing straight at Zhang Mo like a rainbow piercing the sun.

The sharp sword light tore through the void and appeared directly in front of Zhang Mo.

This sword strike lacked overwhelming power, yet it was incredibly sharp, as if it hadn't been thrust out of Lin Daoyuan's hand, but rather emerged from the void.

The sword's edge appeared without warning, making it impossible to defend against.

But Zhang Mo still managed to block it; he reached out and grasped the incredibly sharp sword.

It was a very ordinary hand, with slender fingers, a pale yellow back, and fine lines.

"Martial artists at the Divine Soul Realm are indeed powerful, but since I'm here, I naturally have the confidence to deal with you!"

Zhang Mo crushed the sword energy and said calmly.

Lin Daoyuan's eyes were like swords, and his aura became increasingly sharp, like a sword drawn from its sheath, freely releasing his own sword intent and sharpness.

"The Impermanent Ghost Sect is truly a bunch of rats who only know how to plot and scheme!"

The sword's momentum changed again, and the sky full of sword light transformed into a rain of pear blossoms. Each "petal" was adorned with tiny vortexes of spiritual energy, as if it wanted to crush Zhang Mo in the storm of sword intent.

This was a magnificent snowstorm, with snow-white pear blossoms drifting in the air, seemingly slow, yet incredibly sharp.

The wind blew gently, and the snow fell slowly.

The glazed tiles made a popping sound, and clouds of dust rose from the palaces and pavilions.

Blood blossoms bloomed on the bodies of the ghost soldiers and blood puppets, making the elegant snow and wind appear bewitching.

Above the snow and wind, a bright moon is slowly rising.

A bright moon floated into the sky, and countless stars were reflected in the jade plate, then a silvery blade of energy poured down.

These air blades were not sharp and powerful attacks, but rather carried a bone-chilling coldness. Wherever they passed, the space cracked like a mirror, and even sound was frozen.

Yue'e, bathed in the bright moonlight, appeared even more aloof and unapproachable in her long, moon-white dress, as if she were a true fairy from the moon palace.

She gazed at Zhang Mo with her clear, black and white eyes, as if she were an ethereal being descended to earth, looking down indifferently upon all living beings.

Sword energy, like snow, and the crescent moon, like a blade, swarmed in.

Zhang Mo was proud that he could get two Divine Soul Realm warriors to attack him simultaneously. However, Zhang Mo remained calm in the face of the two Divine Soul Realm warriors' attacks. His figure suddenly collided with them, and in the blink of an eye, he transformed into a three-zhang giant. The blood aura on his body became even more intense, as if he had just crawled out of a pool of blood.

Whether it was sword energy or a crescent moon, when it fell on him, it was like a pebble falling into a lake, only causing ripples.

"Hahaha~~"

"Haha~~"

He laughed loudly, his laughter filled with pride and boastfulness.

"How dare you martial artists compete with immortal cultivators?"

"Be smart and surrender now. I'm merciful and will spare your souls!"

The enormous body slammed its palm into the air, and a terrifying surge of blood energy instantly engulfed the icy moon blade.

Yue'e pulled away to avoid him, a blush appearing on her fair face.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Mo waved his hand again, completely engulfing Lin Daoyuan's sword energy.

A crimson glint appeared in Lin Daoyuan's eyes.

"What did you do?" Lin Daoyuan sensed something was wrong with his body.

"Hehe, I didn't do anything, just gave you a small gift!"

"This is the Blood-Weeping Gu that I spent ten years refining."

Zhang Mo smiled and said, "It's almost time. I believe you will like this little gift from me."

Yue'e felt a moment of disorientation, as if many illusory figures appeared in front of her.

Meanwhile, in the square, everyone was lost in their own fantasies.

The Blood-Weeping Gu is a type of Gu worm, or a kind of spirit worm. It carries a faint bloody smell and can drift in the air, making it extremely difficult to detect. Even when searching with spiritual sense, unless one is paying extra attention, it is easy to overlook these tiny Gu worms.

When the Blood-Weeping Gu enters the body, as the poison takes effect, the poisoned person's eyes will shed bloody tears, and they will see various terrifying hallucinations. These hallucinations are usually related to death and bloodshed, such as seeing themselves being dismembered, or the brutal deaths of relatives and friends. They will have a tremendous impact on the poisoned person's mind, causing them to gradually collapse in fear and pain.

At this moment, not only was there a powerful array sealing off the area, but the Blood-Weeping Gu had also been laid out long ago. Without these preparations, Zhang Mo would not have appeared so blatantly in front of everyone.

"Break the formation!"

Yue'e's clear, cold voice rang out.

In this situation, whether they can capture Zhang Mo is no longer important; the key is whether they can leave this place and ensure their own safety.

As for the others, they naturally can't care about them now.

Lin Daoyuan also understood this principle.

The methods of immortal cultivation are too complicated, and immortal cultivators like Zhang Mo, whose methods are so unorthodox, are even more difficult to guard against.

They were all martial artists at the Divine Soul Realm, and had dealt with immortal cultivators countless times in their lives, yet they still fell into Zhang Mo's trap.

No one expected Zhang Xian to betray the Lingxiu Three Sects, and no one expected that Zhang Xian would actually collude with Zhang Mo.

No one expected that Zhang Mo would have such ambition, daring to attack three Divine Soul Realm warriors at the same time.

In the entire Yunxiao Mountain Range, probably no one except True Monarch Baiyun would dare to have such a thought.

What does it mean to have three Divine Soul Realm warriors?
Those were three powerful individuals who surpassed even Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Aside from the ruthless Zhang Mo, who else would dare to scheme against three Divine Soul Realm warriors at the same time?

Lin Daoyuan suddenly unleashed a towering sword aura, slashing fiercely at the blood-red net in the air.

Boom~~
The night trembled, the stars shimmered, and a crimson light, like smoke and mist, enveloped the entire world. Within the smoke, the faint silhouette of an enormous spider could be seen.

"Stop struggling! This is my Blood Spider Immortal-Trapping Array; you cannot escape!"

As Zhang Mo spoke, he flung out a banner of ten thousand ghosts.

Ghostly energy filled the air, evil spirits roared, and a large number of ghost generals swarmed out, instantly engulfing Lin Daoyuan.

The sharp sword energy shot out, tearing apart one ghost general after another, but it still couldn't free him from the entanglement of the myriad ghosts.

The poison of the Blood-Weeping Gu was becoming increasingly potent, and faint traces of blood were already seeping from Lin Daoyuan's eyelids.

Yue'e was also in a bad situation. She had discovered the existence of the Blood-Weeping Gu long ago, so she wanted to leave without hesitation. Unfortunately, she was too late and was trapped here by the Blood Spider Immortal-Trapping Array.

Although her Moon Essence True Essence could slow down the effects of the Blood-Weeping Gu, she was unable to expel the Blood-Weeping Gu from her body.

After Zhang Mo used the Ten Thousand Ghosts technique to entangle Lin Daoyuan, he attacked her.

In her current state, she can barely handle Zhang Mo.

As for Han Jiangche, his situation was even more dangerous at this moment. Facing the joint attack of Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian, he was completely passive and had no power to fight back.

The chaotic battlefield continued, and it also caused a disturbance in the Land of Spirit Source.

Yang Mingcheng, Ding Qiu, and Lu Fusheng escaped from the Wuxiang Sect using the power of the Jade Token and returned directly to the Reception Hall in the Spirit Source Land.

The three of them had just appeared in the Reception Hall when they felt a sudden discomfort in their bodies, followed by a series of hallucinations.

Yang Mingcheng stood motionless in the main hall, his eyes vacant.

He was completely bewildered by the sight before him.

The majestic city walls were so familiar.

"Is this Chongshan Pass?"

He gazed at the long-forgotten city, a nameless fear rising within him.

There were corpses hanging on the city wall; he couldn't see them clearly, yet he seemed to be able to see them all at the same time.

"That is!"

He stared intently at the corpse hanging on the wall.

A mangled, bloody corpse.

"father!"

He let out a piercing wail.

Inside the Reception Hall, the garrison soldiers were startled by Yang Mingcheng's wailing.

Wu Zhan hurriedly went to Yang Mingcheng and called out, "Grandpa, Grandpa~~"

"Grandpa, wake up!"

"Manager Ding, Manager Ding!"

Seeing that he couldn't wake Yang Mingcheng, he called out to Ding Qiu twice.

Ding Qiu was also in a daze, but he was much better than Yang Mingcheng, still retaining a sliver of clarity.

"Quickly, go and fetch the master!"

His eyes were slightly bloodshot, but he was still conscious.

Upon hearing this, Wu Zhan dared not hesitate for a moment. He flashed out of the Reception Hall and flew towards Lingquan Mountain Plain.

(End of this chapter)