Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 920 Howling
Kota grinned at Fang Ze, whose face immediately turned extremely ugly.

With Kota's appearance, he's alright when he's not smiling; he just looks fierce. But when he smiles, he's utterly brutal, with a face full of fat and a terrifying smile.

Yang Jizhen arrived late and approached Han Fei somewhat embarrassed.

Whether in terms of cultivation or strength, he is far inferior to Hong Fuxiu and Kota. Moreover, Kota and Hong Fuxiu are Foundation Establishment cultivators who have experienced countless battles and have teetered on the brink of life and death countless times. Compared to them, Yang Jizhen's combat power is negligible.

The appearance of the four Foundation Establishment cultivators caused Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan's hearts to sink to the bottom.

The Yang family actually has four Foundation Establishment cultivators?
How can this be?

The Yang family has only been established for less than forty years, so where did all these Foundation Establishment cultivators come from?

Fang Ze was filled with shock and unease.

"Master Yang, let's leave these two to us, my husband and I. How about you keep us in check?" Hong Fuxiu said with a smile.

She really wanted to show her abilities to Yang Zhengshan so that she could gain his attention.

Moreover, since money can solve problems, and their mission is to guard Yangjia Town, and now that Yangjia Town has been invaded by foreign enemies, they also have a responsibility to capture the enemy.

"Very well, thank you both for your trouble!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile, without refusing.

"Haha~~"

Hong Fuxiu smiled and looked at Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan, "Gentlemen, be careful in this life-or-death battle!"

"Wait, it's a misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding!"

Fang Ze said urgently.

The situation is clear: they are definitely not going to gain anything, and they might even lose their lives here.

A good man does not suffer immediate losses.

Fang Ze decided to back down first; saving his life was the priority. As for the rest, he would deal with it after they were out of danger.

He wanted to back down, but Hong Fuxiu and Kota were unwilling to let him.

After all, Hong Fuxiu still wanted to show off in front of Yang Zhengshan. If Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan just gave in like that, then what was the point of them showing off?

Before Fang Ze could finish speaking, Hong Fuxiu spun around, her red robes billowing like leaping flames. With a light flick of her wrist, a length of red silk ribbon flew out from her wide sleeves. The peony pattern embroidered with gold thread on the brocade seemed to come alive in the wind, sparks flying from the unfolding petals. In an instant, the entire red ribbon transformed into a fiery dragon with surging crimson scales, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced towards the two of them.

Wherever the fire dragon passed, the air crackled and popped. Hong Fuxiu made a hand seal with her fingertips, and a bewitching smile appeared on her lips: "Nanming Fire, heed my command!"

Suddenly, the dragon raised its head and opened its huge mouth, spewing out a rain of fire. Every spark that landed burst into flames the size of a bowl, and in an instant, the area within a radius of ten feet turned into a sea of ​​fire, with flames rolling like waves.

Upon seeing this, Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan dared not hesitate for a moment and immediately activated their magic spells and magical artifacts to defend themselves.

Fang Ze took out a ten-foot-long flame banner. As the banner fluttered, four fire phoenixes appeared, meeting the crimson phosphorus fire dragon transformed from Hong Ling.

"Is that all?"

Hong Fuxiu urged the magic in another spell, and suddenly blue flames rose up around the fire dragon, the flames that sprang out between its scales actually condensed into the shape of a peony.

"Let me show you my true life fire!"

Before the words were finished, nine blue peonies suddenly appeared in the flames. With each tremor of the petals, countless fire needles shot out, weaving an impenetrable net of fire in mid-air, blocking the two's escape route.

At this moment, the red ribbon had long since shed its ordinary appearance, and the dragon's body was wrapped in blue and red flames, raising its head and roaring like a living creature.

Red sleeves fluttered as she approached step by step through the sea of ​​fire, her red dress fluttering in the wind, and the gold ornaments in her hair swaying gently with her movements, making her even more dazzling and captivating in the blazing firelight.

The fire dragon swept across and instantly devoured the four fire phoenixes.

Fang Ze's expression changed drastically, and he quickly withdrew.

But he seemed to have forgotten that there was a Kota behind him.

At the same time as Hong Fuxiu made her move, Kota also made his move. He formed a hand seal with his thick fingers, his whole body bathed in golden light, and in the next instant, six huge golden arms sprouted from his back, violently smashing towards Zhang Baishan.

These golden arms were incredibly flexible, and each move incorporated the essence of martial arts. In just a few moves, they forced Zhang Baishan to use all his means to deal with them.

Zhang Baishan only has the cultivation level of the early Foundation Establishment stage, but he is an earth-attribute cultivator with strong defensive capabilities.

A rock shield blocked his way, constantly shattering and reforming under Kota's bombardment.

While Zhang Baishan was supporting the rock shield, he frantically cast various spells to enhance its defense, but even so, he was still being forced to retreat steadily.

Both of them were retreating, and soon they were standing back to back, in a situation where they had nowhere left to retreat.

Her red sleeves were like fire, and even her hair seemed to be burning, making her look like a flame queen.

"The fire of the Southern Ming Dynasty burned the heavens and boiled the sea."

She giggled, spun around, and leaped into the air, sparks from her golden hairpin condensing into fiery runes. "Try this move—Nine Heavens of Blossoms!"

A blue peony suddenly bloomed in mid-air, spewing forth a rain of fire. Thousands of crimson tongues of fire erupted from the flower's stamen, tearing through the night sky like a volcanic eruption. The tongues of fire intertwined in the air, forming a roaring sea of ​​fire. Each tongue of fire was as thick as a dragon, its surface rolling with viscous flame particles. Wherever it passed, the air sizzled and boiled, forming visible ripples of heat.

The fiery rain fell like crimson gold dust, igniting withered leaves and causing rocks to emit blue smoke wherever it passed. The air was thick with the scorching smell of burning, as if everything in the world was distorted into a shimmering phantom by the heatwave.

Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan were completely engulfed in flames. Their figures struggled and twisted in the flames before finally being completely consumed by them.

Yang Zhengshan watched this scene quietly, but in his heart he was marveling at the strength of Hong Fuxiu and Kota.

These two truly live up to their reputation as Wanbaohang's special combat retainers; their combat prowess far surpasses that of their peers.

Nanming Li Fire is the flame representing the Li position in the Eight Trigrams of the Primordial Era. It is also a kind of extraordinary fire of heaven and earth. However, Hong Fuxiu did not control the real Nanming Li Fire. Her Li Fire was evolved from her own understanding of fire.

All the spells she just cast were actually used in conjunction with the red ribbon magic weapon, which should be her natal magic weapon.

Although Kota showed a lot in the fight, only throwing a few punches with his six golden arms, his fighting power was still very strong.

With just a few punches, Zhang Baishan was rendered powerless to fight back, forcing Zhang Baishan and Fang Ze into a situation where they had nowhere to retreat.

His punches weren't thrown randomly; they were coordinated with Hong Fuxiu's movements.

On the surface, Hong Fuxiu shone brightly in this battle, but in reality, the key to this battle lay with Kota. While Hong Fuxiu was demonstrating her strength, Kota was covering for her.

The two worked together seamlessly, communicating without exchanging a single word, yet their minds were perfectly aligned.

Kota's six golden arms were not magic, but magical artifacts, a rather peculiar kind of artifact, possibly his natal artifact.

Overall, these two are extremely powerful fighters, and they cooperate seamlessly and are of one mind.

As the raging flames subsided, Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan reappeared.

The two did not die, but their magical power was exhausted.

The flames from Hong Fuxiu seemed to have the effect of absorbing the enemy's magic power, causing the two to exhaust all their magic power in a very short time, leaving them with no power to resist.

"Master Zhang, I have not failed you!"

Kota stepped forward and lifted the two men like chicks in front of Yang Zhengshan, clasping his hands in a fist salute and saying, "Thank you for your hard work, fellow Daoists!"

Yang Zhengshan laughed and said, "I won't trouble two people with one matter. I'll trouble you two fellow Daoists to keep an eye on these two people for me, and you can also interrogate them while you're at it!"

"Haha, no problem!" Kota readily agreed.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly. He had made a good decision to hire these two, and it seemed that the compensation he had given them was a bit low. He would give them some pills as compensation when he had time.

Yang Zhengshan intended to befriend Hong Fuxiu and Kota. Although he had only known them for a short time, he could tell that they weren't the kind of treacherous and cunning people. Perhaps they had some selfish motives or other intentions, but as long as they weren't malicious, they were worth befriending.

"You all go back!"

Yang Zhengshan bowed his head and gave instructions to the soldiers below.

"I will obey Your Majesty's decree!" Han Fei replied.

"Master" is the official title given to Yang Zhengshan in the Spirit Origin Land. Previously, everyone called Yang Zhengshan the head of the family because the Spirit Origin Land used to practice a clan system. Later, the Spirit Origin Land changed to a system of twelve towers and five cities, similar to a sect system.

Logically speaking, Yang Zhengshan should be the Grand Elder of the Spirit Source Land, just like everyone in the Immortal Hall, Martial Hall, and Demon Hall of Taiwei Tower is considered an elder.

However, since Yang Zhengshan is the master of the Spirit Source Land, his status is naturally different from that of others, which is why the title 'Master' came about.

After everyone left, Hong Fuxiu and Kota took Fang Ze and Zhang Baishan back with them. Yang Zhengshan glanced south, a faint smile on his lips, and then disappeared from the spot.

In the dim light of the night, Li Shangyuan was still lying under the tree, looking in the direction of Yangjia Town.

The sight of the rising flames shocked him greatly. At this moment, the flames dissipated, and the night sky returned to silence.

"it's over?"

"So fast?"

"Who's winning?"

"Wasn't it said that Senior Yang cultivates wood-attribute techniques? Why is there no fluctuation of wood-attribute magic power?"

Although Li Shangyuan was anxious to know the result, he did not dare to go forward to check right now.

Just as he was hesitating whether to leave first, he suddenly felt something bump into his waist, no, it felt like he was kicked.

He froze, turning his head in horror to look to his side.

Under the bright moonlight, a figure dressed in a green robe stood beside him. The figure seemed somewhat familiar, yet also quite unfamiliar.

He lay there on the ground, stunned and afraid to move.

"Get up, what are you still doing lying down?"

Yang Zhengshan looked at Li Shangyuan with amusement.

This guy is really in a sorry state, lying prone in the grass like a camper.

"Senior Yang!" Li Shangyuan exclaimed in surprise, and jumped up in a flash.

"It's been so many years since we last met. I never expected you to still be alive. I thought you were dead!" Yang Zhengshan said with a smile.

He was in a good mood when he met his old friend.

"It really is you, Senior Yang!" Li Shangyuan's eyes were red. Even though he was over a hundred years old, he still couldn't calm down his complicated emotions when he saw Yang Zhengshan again.

There was joy, excitement, and also some grievances and frustration.

He had lived a very stifled life these past few years, as if he were walking alone in a world that did not belong to him.

Looking at the changes in him, Yang Zhengshan seemed to see his experiences over the years.

"It seems you haven't had an easy time these past few years!"

As he spoke, he simply waved his hand to take out a stone table and benches, brewed a pot of tea, and started chatting with Li Shangyuan under the tree.

Li Shangyuan was probably so eager to confide in someone that, seeing Yang Zhengshan's gentle attitude and his continued kindness towards him, he couldn't help but recount his experiences over the years.

He didn't even hide his experience as a cultivator who had undergone tribulation; he told it all in detail.

"Tang An was murdered, sob sob, he died right in front of me, but I couldn't avenge him!"

As he was talking, Li Shangyuan suddenly burst into tears, wailing like a child.

Tang An was his disciple, and the only disciple he kept by his side. He originally intended to take Tang An to find the path to immortality, but Tang An was killed on the way.

He was killed right before his eyes, and he had no choice but to abandon Tang An and flee.

This is his greatest pain and his greatest inner demon.

Whenever he recalls Tang An's face when he died, his heart aches as if it were being stabbed.

Yang Zhengshan didn't know how to comfort him.

Being alone in a foreign land, in a world full of crises, only they themselves know how difficult it is.

Xuanzhen was like this, and so was Li Shangyuan.

Why does Xuanzhen hate Mo Xuanyu so much?

Could it be that Mo Xuanyu did something unforgivable to him?

Do not!
It was because Xuanzhen needed an outlet to vent his frustrations and resentment about his experiences.

Xuanzhen blamed everything on Mo Xuanyu, so he was determined to kill Mo Xuanyu to vent his resentment.

Yang Zhengshan was different from them because he came with a group of relatives and friends. He had also suffered grievances, been looked down upon, and been robbed of his cultivation.

However, he has family by his side, so even if he occasionally suffers a little injustice, he quickly calms down with the help of his family.

Li Shangyuan, however, lost his only disciple who could keep him company, leaving him alone to struggle in a world he could not fit into.

Therefore, he had a special attachment to his old friend Yang Zhengshan and felt a deep sense of guilt for the lost disciple.

Li Shangyuan cried for a long time. It was funny to see a grown man crying so hard, especially since he was a hundred years old.

Yang Zhengshan patted him on the shoulder and said calmly, "Alright, you have a long road ahead of you. There's no need to dwell on the past!"

Perhaps his words of comfort had worked, or perhaps Li Shangyuan had already vented his pent-up frustration. He wiped away his tears with his sleeve and sat down in front of Yang Zhengshan again.

"I'm sorry to have made you laugh, senior!" Li Shangyuan said in a slightly hoarse voice.

Yang Zhengshan shook his head slightly, "You and I both know that this road is very difficult, and it may become even more difficult in the future, but we must continue to walk it!"

(End of this chapter)