Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 919 Is the Yang family really that extravagant?
Just as Li Shangyuan was wondering whether Yangjia Town was on guard, a rustling sound suddenly rang out in the dim night.

The sound is very faint, and it is easily overlooked even on a quiet night.

But Li Shangyuan noticed it, and without any hesitation, he turned and ran.

Just as he turned around, a shout suddenly rang out in the town's streets, "Fire arrows!"

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
The next moment, a sharp whooshing sound rang out, completely shattering the silence of the night.

Arrows rained down, glittering in the bright moonlight like countless stars in the night sky.

The group of immortal cultivators reacted extremely quickly. Almost the instant the shout rang out, protective shields appeared on their bodies, including defensive spells and defensive artifacts.

In the blink of an eye, the rain of arrows had already fallen, striking them with a clanging sound, causing the protective magic shields on their bodies to flicker.

Fang Shou was at the very front of the group, and therefore faced the most arrows.

He had already prepared his defenses the moment the arrows began to fall.

"Bow and arrows! Ha! How dare you show off such useless things!"

He said with a cold smile on his lips, seemingly unconcerned.

But as arrows rained down on him, his expression changed drastically.

However, before he could react, a dense rain of arrows struck again.

This time, the rain of arrows was denser and more powerful.

Fang Shou quickly activated a crimson shield in front of him, and at the same time activated two protective talismans, the fiery red protective magic shield completely enveloping his body.

Just then, screams rang out around him. He looked in the direction of the screams and saw that the tall, thin cultivator had been riddled with arrows.

Many others who tried to escape also had more than a dozen arrows stuck in their backs.

The rain of arrows continued, the whooshing sound of them piercing the air never ceasing.

In the dimly lit streets of the town, shadowy figures moved erratically, approaching them.

The dim light flickered in and out of the street, like stars twinkling in the night sky.

Fang Shou wanted to retreat, but the continuous barrage of arrows prevented him from drawing out his magic power to retreat quickly. He could only retreat step by step.

The flames on the crimson shield grew brighter and brighter, occasionally bursting into bursts that splashed outwards.

Fang Shou's expression grew increasingly grim. His shield was a high-grade magic weapon. Although it wasn't a top-tier magic weapon, its defensive capabilities were still exceptional.

But now, facing such a rain of arrows, his shield seemed to be unable to withstand the onslaught.

More importantly, he needs to maintain the mana output of the shield, which makes it impossible for him to do anything else. Even drawing a little mana is extremely difficult, let alone casting spells.

On the other side, Li Shangyuan was crawling frantically along the ground. Yes, crawling, using both hands and feet, crawling in a very disheveled manner.

Because arrows were whizzing overhead, and if he stood up, he would surely be riddled with arrows.

The initial rain of arrows was likely launched from a distance, not particularly powerful, but numerous. However, the arrows now are being fired horizontally, each carrying immense force.

Fortunately, Li Shangyuan was at the very back and reacted immediately; otherwise, he might have been riddled with bullets.

Li Shangyuan crawled awkwardly, but even while crawling, he moved extremely fast, covering several miles in just a few breaths.

Sensing that the arrow's power had weakened, he got up and flew south.

"Damn it, these are all martial artists' spiritual weapons!"

As Li Shangyuan fled, he glanced at an arrow he was holding.

Train your soldiers for a thousand days and use them for a moment!
The land of spiritual energy has been raising troops for more than a thousand days.

From the initial Dharma Protectorate Army to the current Yujing Three Guards, it has been a full sixty years of raising troops.

In sixty years, in the Land of Spiritual Origin, even someone with the worst aptitude can cultivate to the Earthly Fiend stage.

Moreover, the Spirit Source Land not only nurtures soldiers, but also weapon refiners.

More than forty years have passed since Yang Chengzhen created the first spirit-grade bow and arrow.

Over the past forty years, the land of spirits has equipped the entire army of the Jade Capital Three Guards with spirit-grade bows and arrows, and has made several adjustments and upgraded their grade multiple times.

To this day, every soldier in the Jade Capital Three Guards has a longbow of superior spiritual weapon grade, and is also equipped with three hundred arrows of spiritual weapon grade.

The three hundred arrows not only include three grades (high, medium, and low), but also arrows for different purposes.

Furthermore, the Jade Capital Three Guards also have training specifically for immortal cultivators. The Magic-Breaking Arrow is a type of arrow specifically designed for immortal cultivators. It has strong penetrating power and shattering effect, and can explode upon contact with a magic shield.

This was the first real battle for the Three Guards of Yujing, but they had practiced countless times for it.

The continuous barrage of arrows suppressed the cultivator's magical power, preventing them from unleashing spells to attack and forcing them into a passive defensive posture.

This is the result of countless drills conducted by the Three Guards of Yujing.

Li Shangyuan ran for more than 20 miles until he felt he would no longer be affected by the battle, and then he stopped.

He concealed his presence, lay prone under a tree without any regard for appearances, keeping an eye on the battle in the distance while examining the arrows in his hand.

"Is the Yang family really that extravagant? There are actually twelve restrictions on a small arrow!"

"And this material... is it Xuan Iron Essence? This stuff can be used to forge magical artifacts, yet they've actually forged it into arrows?"

Looking at the materials and craftsmanship of the arrows, he couldn't help but feel a surge of complaints.

But he immediately became happy, "The Yang family is so wealthy! I should have come to rely on them sooner!"

"I wonder if Yang Zhengshan still remembers me, an old friend. I hope that this time I can climb up the Yang family's tree and find a safe opportunity to establish my foundation!"

He felt a mixture of anticipation and trepidation.

He hoped to gain Yang Zhengshan's attention and recognition, but he was also afraid that Yang Zhengshan, now that he had become successful, would look down on him, his good-for-nothing old friend.

Li Shangyuan's feelings were unknown to others, but at this moment, the battle outside the town had entered a new phase.

The arrows continued to rain down, and Fang Shou and the few remaining immortal cultivators were still struggling to hold on, while shadowy figures on the street kept approaching them.

Amidst the arrows, figures shot out rapidly.

The three of them formed a line, one wielding a spear and the other two wielding swords and shields, with the swords and shields in front and the spear behind, and charged straight at Fang Shou.

The continuous barrage of arrows stopped, and Fang Shou felt the magic shield in his hand loosen, the explosive power vanishing without a trace.

"Stop it!"

A thought flashed through his mind, and a relaxed expression appeared on his pale face.

Before he could fully relax, a sense of alarm resurfaced in his mind. Without thinking, he once again raised the shield in front of him.

With a loud bang, a terrifying impact struck, sending his shield flying.

The next instant, another spearhead, gleaming with a cold light, pierced toward his chest.

The gun was pressed against his chest, pushing him back more than ten steps.

His face turned deathly pale as he stared at the flashing spear light in front of his chest. He was so close, so close, that he was about to lose his life here. If he hadn't been maintaining his protective shield with talismans, that spear would have been enough to take his life.

However, there was no time for idle thoughts. Before the spear's edge had faded, the blade struck again. This time, Fang Shou reacted quickly, his inner power surging, and his body floated backward, dodging the blade's attack.

"Damn it!"

Fang Shou roared angrily.

He swallowed a pill, and at the same time mobilized the magic power in his body. With a wave of his hand, a blazing fire serpent attacked the three soldiers who were rushing towards him.

The three soldiers reacted instinctively the instant the fire snake erupted.

Two swordsmen and shieldmen stepped forward, their shields joined together, and held in front of them.

At the same time, they leaped up and charged at Fang Shou again.

The fire serpent exploded, and the scorching flames burned a large part of the night sky, while the two shields broke through the flames and came to Fang Shou's side again.

The shield separated, the blade swept across, and the spear thrust forward.

Fang Shou never expected that the three soldiers would cooperate so well, so well that it seemed unbelievable to him.

The three of them were as one, so seamless that no one could detect the slightest flaw.

He originally thought that he could at least repel the three of them with a single Fire Serpent Technique, but he never expected that the three of them would block his Fire Serpent Technique in this way and rush in front of him again.

Before the incantation in his hands was complete and the mana in his body had been replenished, an unexpected attack was already upon him.

Bang~~
Two blades slashed at his waist and abdomen, and the protective magic shield around his body instantly turned gray.

With a soft thud, the sharp spearhead pierced through his chest.

Before he could react, the blade rose again and slashed at his neck.

The enormous head flew off, and bright red blood splattered, emitting a hazy color under the bright moonlight.

Innate martial artists and Qi Refining stage cultivators belong to the same rank. Under normal circumstances, Qi Refining Stage 3 cultivators are weaker than Qi Sea stage cultivators, Qi Refining Stage 4 to 6 cultivators are on par with Earthly Fiend stage cultivators, and Qi Refining Stage 7 and above cultivators are mostly stronger than Heavenly Gang stage cultivators.

Once a cultivator reaches the ninth level of Qi Refining, they can almost instantly kill a martial artist in the Heavenly Gang stage.

Of course, this only refers to a direct comparison of strengths; if other factors are involved, anything is possible.

Fang Shou possesses the cultivation level of the ninth level of Qi Refining. If he were to launch a preemptive attack on a group of Heavenly Gang stage martial artists, he would be like a tiger among sheep, rendering the dozen or so Heavenly Gang stage martial artists utterly powerless.

But this time he was not facing a group of Heavenly Gang stage martial artists, but a well-trained army, and an army that had been lying in ambush in advance.

They suppressed the cultivators with a rain of arrows, and then launched a surprise attack with a three-person team when the cultivators' magic power was exhausted.

Within a quarter of an hour, all thirty-odd cultivators at the late stage of Qi Refining had perished here.

This battle was a display of the accumulated strength of the Spirit Origin Land over the past fifty or sixty years, not just the display of a few soldiers or a few warriors.

The battle ended, and five hundred soldiers rushed out of the street, maintaining their formation and warily looking around.

Han Fei, dressed in black iron armor and with a long sword at his waist, looked coldly at the mess on the ground.

"Clear the battlefield!"

"Here!"

The soldiers responded.

The loud voice echoed, and the quiet night could no longer be calmed.

"Very good, very good! I underestimated your Yang family!"

Suddenly, a voice rang out, and under the bright moonlight, two figures appeared suspended in mid-air.

Han Fei looked up at the two figures, his pupils narrowing slightly.

"Foundation-building monk!"

Fang Ze looked at the corpses on the ground, then at the well-preserved Yang family soldiers, his eyes filled with venom as he coldly stared at Han Fei.

Their plan was to have these Qi Refining stage cultivators lead the way to lure Yang Zhengshan out, and then they would strike Yang Zhengshan unexpectedly.

To avoid Yang Zhengshan discovering their presence in advance, they deliberately kept their distance.

However, they did not expect that this group of Qi Refining cultivators would be ambushed before they even entered the town. What surprised them even more was that the entire group of Qi Refining cultivators was wiped out in less than a quarter of an hour.

Actually, there was one more thing he hadn't considered: their concealment was pointless, as Yang Zhengshan had already discovered their existence.

Yang Zhengshan's spiritual sense now covers an area of ​​more than 3,000 feet. Not to mention them, even Li Shangyuan, who is hiding 20 miles away, is within the range of Yang Zhengshan's spiritual sense.

Fang Ze was furious at this moment, somewhat embarrassed and enraged.

He gathered a group of rogue cultivators, and although it was a motley crew, he felt that it was enough to turn the Yang family upside down.

But the result?
His ragtag group was wiped out before they even entered Yangjia Town.

This is practically a slap in the face for him, and a resounding one at that.

"Humph!"

He was losing face and wanted to vent his anger on the soldiers in front of him.

With a flick of his sleeve, a raging fire appeared out of thin air, illuminating the surrounding night sky.

Flames rolled down, engulfing Han Fei and his soldiers.

Seeing this, the soldiers were not afraid at all. The swordsmen raised their shields, the archers drew their bows and nocked their arrows, and Han Fei also gripped his sword hilt, ready to fight.

Just as Fang Ze was about to use flames to engulf the group of ignorant fodder, another sudden sound rang out.

"Heh heh, it seems like just any Tom, Dick, or Harry dares to run wild in my Yang family!"

"To be honest, I'm very curious who gave you the courage!"

Yang Zhengshan, dressed in a green pine robe, hung under the bright moon, with a small cauldron the size of a palm revolving around him.

His eyes gleamed with golden light as he looked down at Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan.

Under his eyes and spiritual sense, Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan's every move could not escape his perception.

A faint pressure spread out, and Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan's expressions both turned solemn.

Just then, another large red brocade floated out from the town, covering the heads of the soldiers like a curtain and enveloping the raging flames in mid-air.

"You dare to flaunt this little bit of real fire? Hah, you really look down on me, Hong Fuxiu!"

A woman in red robes arrived gracefully, her red sleeves billowing. The brocade, having absorbed the flames, wrapped around her and instantly merged with her red attire.

Fang Ze was startled and suddenly turned his head to look.

He wasn't surprised by Hong Fuxiu's arrival, but rather horrified by the aura that suddenly appeared behind him.

The burly figure appeared ten feet behind him like a ghost, and he didn't even notice.

If the other party hadn't deliberately revealed a trace of their presence, he wouldn't have even noticed their existence.

(End of this chapter)