Family Rise: Beginning with Grandfather.

Chapter 938 Azure Sword

The vast mountain range suddenly trembled, and the clouds surged like boiling water. A streak of azure-gold sword light burst forth from the earth, shattering rocks wherever it passed, and even tearing a scorched crack in the void in mid-air.

The ancient sword, suspended in the sky, was covered with star patterns, and its blade was covered with thousands of silver threads, as if it had cleaved the sky into countless fragments.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged wildly, transforming into a golden pillar of light that shot straight into the sky, colliding violently with the sword light and unleashing a deafening roar. Beasts within a radius of hundreds of miles lay prostrate, howling in agony. Even the demonic beasts dwelling deep in the mountains felt the oppressive force and cowered in fear.

The sword's hum grew stronger, and ancient runes appeared on its spine, radiating a brilliant light that pierced through the clouds, dyeing the entire mountain range an eerie cyan-gold color.

On Cangyu Mountain, towering trees spread out their huge and dense canopies like giant umbrellas, covering the entire mountain.

Within the tree canopy, a petite woman with a pretty face suddenly opened her blue eyes and looked in the direction of the ancient longsword.

Her gaze pierced through the layers of branches and leaves, as if she could see that ancient, cyan-gold longsword.

"The Azure Sword! Sure enough, his sword was left at Hidden Sword Mountain!"

A hint of sadness flashed in the woman's eyes, but she eventually withdrew her gaze and closed her eyes to continue her cultivation.

The Azure Sword, the spiritual weapon of the Heavenly Sword True Lord.

As a sword cultivator, Heavenly Sword True Monarch is one of the most powerful among Golden Core cultivators, and his sword possesses unparalleled power.

The ancient longsword transformed into a stream of light, traversing thousands of miles in the blink of an eye, and arrived above Wuxiang City.

The sharp and powerful pressure spread, causing everyone inside and outside Wuxiang City to feel a stinging pain in their hearts.

Yang Zhengshan's eyes widened as he stared intently at the ancient longsword.

What a terrifying magical artifact!

Spiritual artifacts are also divided into four grades: low, medium, high, and top-grade. The Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace is a medium-grade spiritual artifact, but compared to the longsword in front of us, it seems rather weak.

The golden crow was still trembling.

"Is this a top-grade spiritual artifact?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

Jinwu nodded, his voice trembling as he said, "It's not just a top-grade spiritual artifact, I feel it might already be a holy spirit!"

"Holy Spirit! What is that?" Yang Zhengshan asked, puzzled.

"Above the spirit weapon is the spirit treasure, and the spirit of the spirit treasure is the holy spirit, an immortal and indestructible holy spirit. Even if the weapon is destroyed, the holy spirit will not dissipate!" said the Golden Crow.

Yang Zhengshan suddenly realized that the Holy Spirit, a spiritual entity born from a magical artifact, had broken free from the limitations of magic weapons and magical artifacts and become a special kind of being.

Holy Spirit!

I never expected that Hidden Sword Mountain would have such a trump card.

Above the sky, the Azure Gold Sword hovered in front of Jian Changhe. Jian Changhe stared intently at the ancient sword, his whole body trembling.

Sheng Youhuang had already fled; in the blink of an eye, she had already traveled dozens of miles.

His cold face was filled with fear, and a dark blue rainbow shot out rapidly.

Jian Changhe formed a sword incantation with his hands, his gaze fixed on Li Xuanxiao, who was a step behind.

"and many more!"

Li Xuanxiao, no longer arrogant, cried out in fear.

"Sword Slash!"

Jian Changhe didn't waste any words with him, and pointed two fingers at Li Xuanxiao.

A sword beam as large as a sail shot out. Li Xuanxiao wanted to escape and dodge, but the sword beam was extremely fast and incredibly sharp. The moment he had the thought of dodging, the sword beam had already fallen from the sky.

This sword strike wasn't particularly grand, not even comparable to the casual strikes made by Jian Guyun and the others before, but its sharpness exceeded everyone's expectations.

With a single sword strike, Li Xuanxiao's head was severed from his body, and his eyes immediately dimmed.

Blood splattered across the sky, corpses fell from the heavens, and souls vanished in an instant.

This sword strike not only severed Li Xuanxiao's life force, but also destroyed his soul.

Li Xuanxiao died, just like that.

A martial artist at the Divine Soul Realm was easily killed with a single sword strike.

Both Yang Zhengshan and Yunxiao found it somewhat unbelievable.

"That's the sword intent left behind by the Heavenly Sword True Monarch!" Yunxiao murmured softly.

"Sword Intent!"

Yang Zhengshan looked thoughtfully at Jian Changhe. His spiritual sense covered the entire sky, encompassing both Jian Changhe and the ancient longsword.

Although he was only observing with his spiritual sense, he could still feel an incomparably sharp aura, as if his spiritual sense dared not approach the long sword.

He couldn't examine the ancient longsword closely, but he could observe the river of swords.

At this moment, Jian Changhe was in very poor condition. His magic power was exhausted, his aura was unstable, and he seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

"It's extremely difficult for Jian Changhe to control this spirit sword! And it seems he can only control it with his own magic power!"

"This spirit sword should only be a spirit weapon, not yet at the level of a spirit treasure, otherwise it wouldn't need to consume Jian Changhe's magic power!"

Yang Zhengshan thought to himself.

If it were a spiritual treasure, it could absorb spiritual energy on its own without needing to consume other people's magic power. Therefore, the longsword in front of us is just a spiritual weapon, not a spiritual treasure.

Of course, Jinwu was not wrong. Although this longsword was not a spiritual treasure, it should be on the verge of becoming one. Perhaps it only needs to be nurtured for a period of time to become a spiritual treasure.

However, nurturing such a spiritual sword is not an easy task. Given the resources of Hidden Sword Mountain, it is estimated that it will be difficult to improve this spiritual sword.

Yang Zhengshan compared the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace and the Spirit Sword and found that the two were not comparable.

In terms of attack power, the Azure Gold Sword is naturally superior, and even the Eight Trigrams Furnace with its True Sun Fire cannot compare to the Azure Gold Sword.

This is not to say that the true fire of the sun is not powerful enough, but that the Golden Crow alone cannot unleash the full power of the true fire of the sun.

However, the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace also has its advantages. The Eight Trigrams Furnace is a pill furnace, and its value to alchemists is definitely greater than that of the Azure Gold Sword.

If Yang Zhengshan had to choose, he would prefer the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Li Xuanxiao was killed, Sheng Youhuang escaped, and Jian Changhe, Jian Guyun, and the other three bowed to the Azure Gold Sword, saying, "Respectfully bidding farewell to the Sword Master!"

The lapis lazuli sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear sword cry, before transforming into a beam of light and disappearing into the vast mountains.

As they watched the disappearing light, everyone in Wuxiang City let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The stinging sensation from that sharp edge finally disappeared.

Even though they were far away from the spirit sword, and even though the spirit sword wasn't targeting them, they still felt a strong stinging sensation.

As the stinging sensation disappeared along with the spirit sword, everyone felt relieved and relaxed.

However, they felt a greater sense of awe towards Hidden Sword Mountain.

A spirit sword capable of easily slaying a martial artist at the Divine Soul Realm is enough to intimidate the entire Spiritual Beauty Sea.

"Congratulations, Lord Mountain, on your great victory!"

When Yang Zhengshan and Jian Changhe and the others returned, they quickly stepped forward to congratulate them.

Jian Changhe stood suspended on the city wall of Wuxiang City, looking at the devastated battlefield outside the city. "Elder Yang, you have worked hard! Elder Yang deserves the greatest credit for this battle!"

Yang Zhengshan smiled faintly and said, "I wouldn't dare. Compared to the Mountain Lord, I have only done my humble best."

Jian Changhe nodded slightly, without saying much, only instructing, "Leave the rest to Elder Yang!"

Having said that, he turned and flew towards the city.

Yang Zhengshan accurately captured his slightly trembling hands.

Clearly, Jian Changhe had expended a great deal of energy wielding the Azure Gold Sword. "I'll go and rest for a bit too!" Yunxiao said softly.

"Ok!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded calmly.

The Sea of ​​Spiritual Beauty has won a great victory in this battle, and now is the time to reap the spoils.

As the main force in this battle, the Yang family naturally owned these spoils of war.

Jian Changhe and his group didn't even touch Li Xuanxiao's things, which made their attitude very clear.

Yunxiao, of course, wouldn't make a fool of himself at this time.

However, the biggest spoils of this battle were not Li Xuanxiao's things, but the flying boat.

After Yunxiao left, Yang Zhengshan instantly appeared at the spot where the flying boat had crashed.

Qu Changkong was already waiting here. After securing the victory, he immediately set his sights on this flying boat.

This is a large flying boat; any large flying boat would be worth millions of low-grade spirit stones.

In the entire Lingxiu Sea, only Xuanqing Sect has a Glazed Cloud Boat. Cangjian Mountain should also have a flying boat, but Cangjian Mountain did not use it this time.

Yang Zhengshan had always wanted to build a flying boat for the Spirit Source Land. It wasn't that the Spirit Source Land needed a flying boat, but rather that Yang Zhengshan wanted the Spirit Source Land to learn the technology of building flying boats.

"How is it?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

Qu Changkong shook his head, "I don't know. We don't understand the formations on this. We only know that this flying boat can no longer be started!"

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly and then looked at the flying boat.

In fact, Yang Zhengshan already had a flying boat, which he had taken from Xu Mingzhu years ago.

However, that flying boat was only a medium-sized flying boat, and it was only twenty zhang long.

The flying ship in front of us is over a hundred feet long and over thirty feet wide. It is shaped like a shuttle and has a castle on its deck, which seems to be made of some kind of black crystal.

"Where are the people inside?"

"They've already escaped!"

"They escaped! It seems this airship was severely damaged!"

If the damage wasn't severe, they would definitely take the airship with them.

"Have someone evacuate it, I'll send it back!" Yang Zhengshan ordered.

Now is clearly not a good time to study this thing. We should first send the flying boat to the Spirit Source Land, and then let the people from Jingxuan Hall, Array Hall, and Weapon Forging Workshop study it.

A large flying ship involves many things, such as runes, formations, weapon crafting, puppets, and mechanisms. It is the culmination of all the arts of immortal cultivation and cannot be made simply.

It would take a very long time for people in the Land of Spiritual Origin to fully master all the various techniques mentioned above.

After the soldiers withdrew, Yang Zhengshan first used his spiritual sense to search the flying boat inside and out several times. Only after confirming that there were no living beings inside the flying boat did he send it into the Spirit Source Land.

"Let's clean up the battlefield first!" Yang Zhengshan instructed Qu Changkong, then turned and returned to Wuxiang City.

At this time, Wuxiang City was also in a mess. Although the city was protected by the formations of Ma Qiuyan and Ning Yun, many buildings were still damaged.

Moreover, there were still many wounded soldiers and affected residents in the city. These residents had been hiding in their homes, trembling with fear. Now that the battle was finally over, they were able to relax a little.

Previously, they were somewhat dissatisfied with the Yang family's occupation of Wuxiang City, but now they just hope that all of this will end soon.

Yang Zhengshan naturally didn't care about his thoughts. Compared to the residents of Wuxiang City, he was more concerned about the casualties of Yujing Guard.

One by one, wounded soldiers lay behind the city wall, and Yang Zhengshan held the Divine Wood Cauldron to treat them one by one.

For minor injuries, a single healing spell can restore about 70-80% of the damage.

The severity of the injuries depends on the situation. As long as they have a breath left, Yang Zhengshan can save their lives with the healing power of the Divine Wood Cauldron.

However, saving their lives is easy, but restoring them to their original state is very difficult.

Some of the more serious injuries require rest, while others that have damaged the very foundation of the body are even more difficult to cure. It's not that they can't be cured, but the cost of curing them is too high. Yang Zhengshan can only help them stabilize their injuries and let them recover slowly.

In this battle, Yujing Guard also suffered heavy casualties.

"Master, a total of 1,832 people have died in battle, and another 123 strange beasts have perished!" Qu Changkong came to Yang Zhengshan's side and reported in a low voice.

Yang Zhengshan lowered his eyes slightly. More than 1,800 people may not sound like much, but don't forget that the three guards of Yujing only have a total of 9,000 soldiers.

In just one battle, 20% of the soldiers died.

And these are only those who died in battle; there were also those who were wounded.

Almost everyone was injured, and a large number of them were seriously injured.

If we include the critically wounded who cannot be cured, Yujing's three warriors will suffer a 30% loss in this battle.

This single battle resulted in a 30% reduction in manpower.

Yang Zhengshan felt heartbroken.

However, compared to the losses suffered by the Netherworld Sect, the Yang family's losses seemed insignificant.

The 50,000-strong army of Youyumen was almost completely wiped out, with only about 20% managing to escape.

Moreover, the Netherworld Sect also suffered heavy losses in its high-level combat power, with more than ten Golden Body Realm warriors and two Foundation Establishment cultivators, Jiang Taishu and Ming Shuzi, being lost.

Jiang Taishu is the sect leader of Youyu Sect, while Ming Shuzi is the strongest Foundation Establishment cultivator in Youyu Sect.

And then there's Li Xuanxiao, a martial artist at the Divine Soul Realm. Such a loss has already crippled the Netherworld Sect.

"Did the martial arts hall suffer any losses?" Yang Zhengshan asked.

Qu Changkong paused for a moment, then said, "There are many injured, but no one has lost their life."

"Hmm!" Yang Zhengshan looked at him. "What's wrong?"

"Yang Chengxu injured his dantian. Although his cultivation was not completely destroyed, his condition is very bad. It is estimated that he will never be able to make any further progress!"

"Yang Chengze lost an arm, which cannot be reattached! Yang Qinwu's legs were severed, and he will likely be unable to walk in the future!"

Qu Changkong said in a low voice.

Yang Zhengshan frowned slightly. He knew that the people in the martial arts hall were seriously injured, but he did not expect them to be so bad.

Yang Chengxu, Yang Chengze, and Yang Qinwu are different from Yang Minghao and Yang Mingzhi. Yang Minghao and Yang Mingzhi both practice the Wood Transformation Body Nourishing Method, which not only gives them strong self-healing abilities but also allows them to nourish themselves with the earth's primordial energy.

As long as they aren't killed instantly, they can slowly recover.

Yang Zhengshan thought for a moment and said, "Let's go, let's go take a look first."

Yang Chengxu injured his dantian, which is a very serious problem. If it is not handled properly, his cultivation will be completely destroyed, his vitality will dissipate, and his lifespan will be exhausted.

In comparison, limb amputation is considered a minor injury.

Limbs can regenerate, but at a high cost.

Soon, they arrived at a pavilion to the left of the Three Saints Pagoda.

"Father!" Yang Mingzhi had been waiting there for a while, and when he saw him arrive, he quickly stepped forward to greet him.

"How is it going?" Yang Zhengshan glanced at him and saw that his ears had grown out, but they were a bit small and asymmetrical, making him look somewhat comical.

"Chengche and Qinwu are fine, but Chengxu is feeling a bit down!" Yang Mingzhi said.

Yang Zhengshan nodded slightly, "Then let's go see Chengxu first!"

(End of this chapter)