Gou Zai Sect Beast Taming Longevity

Chapter 280 The Yang Family

He could notice that the slightly complicated bloodline within the Crimson Hell Dragon's body was being slowly refined and purified, and its originally mottled aura was becoming more refined. Clearly, the Blood Nourishing and Dao Enriching Pill was working.

"Ang ang ang!!"

The Crimson Dragon coiled and soared high. After swallowing the Blood Nourishing and Dao Enriching Pill, the original Crimson Serpent became more compatible with the new dragon body, and it also became more affectionate towards Yu Changsheng.

"One Blood Nourishing and Dao Cultivation Pill added 10,000 essence points to my account. Third-tier pills usually add 10,000 essence points..."

After playing with the Crimson Hell Dragon for a while, Yu Changsheng summoned it back to his inner realm, looked at the remaining essence points, and pondered for a moment.

"Although I still have more than 300,000 essence points, which is not a problem for the time being, when it comes to actually using them, 300,000 points won't even be enough to fill a tooth gap. At this time, Elder Yang's promise to me is like sending charcoal in snowy weather."

"The medicinal herbs used to refine high-grade pills are all priceless treasures. It would be really difficult for me to buy them myself. However, I can go to Elder Yang's place to refine pills every week from now on, which will save me a lot of money..."

"Becoming a high-level alchemist as soon as possible would be extremely beneficial to me; I can't afford to fall too far behind in alchemy."

Thinking about these things, Yu Changsheng exhaled, sensed the condition of the four tamed beasts, and muttered softly:

"The Crimson Hell Dragon has finally entered the ranks of the King Mist Beasts. As for the Mysterious Yin Illusion Turtle, there's no need to say more. As for the Golden-Winged Eagle and the Colorful Star Deer, we should find an opportunity to let their bloodlines advance again... Otherwise, it won't be good if they fall too far behind."

"Find an opportunity to inquire if there are any suitable spirit beasts that can be used as advancement materials."

.........

For the next few days, everything was calm and peaceful.

After the initial uproar surrounding the end of the Illusionary Mist Beast Valley Secret Realm, the news of Yang Chengxu's death was gradually suppressed, only occasionally mentioned.

However, while this was the case within the Myriad Manifestations Sect, it was not necessarily the case elsewhere. Unsurprisingly, the news of Yang Chengxu's death could not be kept secret. The Sect Master of the Spirit Dragon Sect was furious, Mu Yongxian was punished and imprisoned for half a century, and his retainers within a hundred years were all eliminated. In addition, he was sent out to personally give the Yang family an explanation.

Yang Chengxu, as the eldest son of the Yang family, died during the trial after becoming a disciple of the Linglong Sect and a prodigy of the sect. Regardless of the circumstances, the Linglong Sect cannot escape responsibility for this matter and must provide the necessary explanation.

After all, the Yang family is a prestigious clan in Wuzhou, with a Purple Mansion Ancestor among its members. The current patriarch, Yang Pengju, has already reached the peak of the Golden Core stage and is only half a step away from achieving the Purple Mansion stage. He is hailed as the person in the entire Yang family with the best chance of advancing to the Purple Mansion stage within a hundred years, and the Spirit Dragon Sect dares not offend him easily.

Wuzhou, in the southwest, is where the Yang family mansion is located. It can be considered a blessed land. The array forms a protective barrier, covering an area of ​​a hundred miles, and the spiritual energy naturally flows towards this place.

The high city walls stand silently at the edge of the earth. Inside the walls, pavilions rise high and people are bustling about. It is not only a city, but also the ancestral home of the Yang family. Therefore, it is relatively peaceful and no petty person dares to cause trouble.

At this moment, at the Yang residence.

"Fellow Daoist Mu, are you saying that my son...died at the hands of Meng Wu'an?!"

Yang Pengju frowned, looking at Mu Yongxian in front of him. His voice was icy cold. Although he was angry, he did not lose his composure.

"Absolutely true." Mu Yongxian's face was bitter, his sorrow evident, and his skin was pale, as if he were in extreme grief, so much so that his speech was somewhat intermittent.

"At that time, I personally used Xu'er's soul lamp as a guide. The killer was indeed Meng Wu'an, but unfortunately I..."

As Mu Yongxian spoke, he suddenly paused, his face showing even greater grief. He choked up slightly, pounded his chest and stamped his feet, took a deep breath, and said through gritted teeth.

"At that time, I only regretted that my own strength was not enough. With the protection of the Purple Mansion Realm True Person Qingzhu, I was unable to kill his disciple Meng Wu'an to avenge Xu'er. With the help of the people of the Myriad Manifestations Sect, I was no match for them and could only return in anger."

"I rushed here to speak with Fellow Daoist Yang and work together to find a solution. Xu'er can't die like this, without knowing why! No matter what, this matter cannot be left unresolved. We must avenge Xu'er!"

Mu Yongxian spoke these words with tears streaming down his face, heartbroken and indignant, his eyes filled with sorrow and a deep, unyielding melancholy.

Even Yang Pengju was slightly moved. His grief-stricken face softened a little. He stood up and helped Mu Yongxian up. He turned to look in the southeast, his eyes flashing with cold light. His killing intent exploded, and his aura as a half-step Purple Mansion rose into the sky, stirring up the void.

In an instant, the area around Yang City was filled with shock. Countless people turned around in astonishment, looking in the direction of the Yang residence with uncertain and suspicious expressions, as if they had some guesses.

"Hmph! Purple Rainbow Sect, you've gone too far! Do you really think you're the only ones who can dominate Martial Continent?!"

A sound like thunderclap exploded across the Yang residence, the rumbling thunder carrying the anger that everyone could hear.

Yang Pengju was furious, his hair and beard standing on end. He took a deep breath, barely managing to suppress his anger, and then turned to look at the slightly trembling Mu Yongxian, speaking in a low voice.

"Over the years, my son has also been taught by Fellow Daoist Mu. Rest assured, I know what I'm doing. This matter has nothing to do with Fellow Daoist Mu."

However, both the Purple Rainbow Sect and the Myriad Manifestations Sect are not exempt from responsibility. At that time, we will need the Spirit Dragon Sect to join me in seeking justice for my son.

"Of course, Xu'er is also my disciple," Mu Yongxian nodded, his grief undiminished, but inwardly he breathed a sigh of relief.

The Yang family is based in the southwest of Wuzhou and has a powerful influence. In recent years, they have continued to expand. Although there are not many core members of the family, each of them is powerful and there are many experts among them.

Within their family, there exists the Purple Mansion Ancestor, so under normal circumstances, no one dares to provoke them.

Their main business is dealing in spirit beasts and spirit mines. Apart from the Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion, the Yang family is behind most of the spirit beast businesses in Wuzhou.

This is why it was able to collect rare beasts like the Azure Dragon and the Sky Shadow Dragon for Yang Chengxu.

As the head of the Yang family, who controls such a massive organization, Yang Pengju naturally possesses extraordinary abilities.

Even when faced with the pain of losing his son, after the initial outburst, Yang Pengju quickly regained his composure, appearing relatively calm and collected as he addressed Mu Yongxian with deep sorrow:

"Although this matter was committed by the Purple Rainbow Sect, since it occurred within the Myriad Manifestations Sect, they must be held responsible. Please compile a list of information about everyone inside this secret realm, including everything that happened before the secret realm, the more detailed the better."

"it is good."

Mu Yongxian nodded, choked up for a moment, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, reached into his storage bag, took out a jade tube, and handed it to Yang Pengju.

"This contains everything that happened after we arrived at the Myriad Manifestations Sect, as well as the imprints and information on all the participating disciples. Please take a look, Fellow Daoist Yang."

Since he had come to apologize, Mu Yongxian naturally had prepared these things.

Yang Pengju didn't waste any words. After receiving the jade tube, he scanned it with his divine sense and examined it. After a moment, he slowly put the jade tube down, a glint of light flashing in his eyes.

"Meng Wu'an...a disciple of True Master Qingzhu...besides him, there is another person...Yu Changsheng..."

As Yang Chengxu's father, no one knows a son better than his father, including the purpose of Yang Chengxu's trip to the Myriad Manifestations Sect.

"For now, let's not act rashly and alert the enemy. Let's leave it at that for the time being. Fellow Daoist Mu, there's no need to be too grief-stricken. There will be arrangements later. We'll wait for an opportunity..."

Yang Pengju remained silent for a moment, then exhaled softly. His eyes flickered as if he was hesitant. After a moment, as if he had made a decision, he looked up at Mu Yongxian and said:

"In addition, I would like to trouble Fellow Daoist Mu to convey to Jiang Tiancheng that Brother Yang has not seen Brother Tiancheng for a long time and misses him very much. I hope that he can take some time to come to my Yang family for a chat, drink good wine together, and welcome our distinguished guest."

Jiang Tiancheng is also the sect leader of the Linglong Sect.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yongxian's mind stirred. Although he had some doubts about what Yang Pengju said, he did not ask further. He simply bowed to Yang Pengju and agreed, "Alright, I will definitely pass on the message. I also ask Fellow Daoist Yang not to be too sad. Regarding Xu'er's matter, you and I... will stand together."

"That's excellent."

Seeing this, Yang Pengju managed a weak smile. Mu Yongxian didn't linger either, secretly relieved, and waved goodbye before leaving.

"It seems some things are truly destined. Xu'er, your father will avenge you, just wait a little longer..."

Watching Mu Yongxian leave, Yang Pengju's face darkened completely. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance, muttering to himself.

"As Xu'er's personal guard, you failed to protect your young master properly. Considering you are still useful, I will spare your life this time."

"Since you think Yu Changsheng is problematic, go and secretly investigate him. If you have the chance, bring him to me alive. If that's not possible, even if he's not alive, that's fine too."

Yang Pengju spoke softly, and a black-robed figure slowly emerged behind him, bowing silently before disappearing into the shadows.

"Your subordinate obeys."

I'm currently reading the error-free version! This is the first time I've published this novel.

.........

Meanwhile, within the Myriad Manifestations Sect, Yu Changsheng's life returned to normal: cultivation, feeding his pets, and alchemy—a simple routine.

Business at the Qiyao Pavilion was booming, and it quickly gained some fame. As the business grew, it naturally attracted some people who wanted to test the waters, but most of them just watched from the sidelines. Because they couldn't figure out the details, they didn't dare to make any rash moves.

Yu Changsheng let him do as he pleased. Then, a week later, while Yu Changsheng was in the attic, a thought struck him, and he slowly opened his eyes, revealing a hint of surprise and doubt.

"The Golden Core... it seems it's still aimed at this..."

Yu Changsheng murmured, took a deep breath, thought for a moment, took out his communication jade tube, transmitted a few words, ended his cultivation, and slowly got up and went downstairs.

Within the range of his divine sense, he sensed a Golden Core expert heading towards the Strange Demon Pavilion.

The opponent's aura was like a beacon in the darkness, impossible to ignore.

"Make a pot of tea; someone's coming soon."

Upon arriving downstairs, Yu Changsheng gently exhaled, quietly took out a black mask, put it on, and then attached his divine sense to the mask to form a protective barrier. He then used the Disguise Pearl to adjust his aura to the Golden Core stage before leisurely walking to the counter and sitting down.

"Oh? Okay."

Yu Dahai was taken aback, but seeing Yu Changsheng's sudden change, he obviously realized something and nodded to prepare.

Yu Changsheng tapped his fingers lightly on the counter. Before long, a tall and imposing figure appeared at the entrance of the Qiyao Pavilion, finally stopping at the threshold. His body blocked the sunlight, casting a shadow.

"Fellow Daoist, you've come from afar, what would you like?"

Yu Changsheng looked up, his voice a little hoarse, and slowly looked up at the person who had come.

The newcomer was tall and burly, with a rugged face. A scar running across his right cheek resembled a centipede, changing with the contours of his face. He appeared to be middle-aged, with a full beard, dressed simply, and exuded a faint, menacing aura.

While his face looked ferocious and terrifying, what was even more striking was the oppressive aura he exuded. This aura was not that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but rather a Golden Core cultivator!

"Are you the manager here?"

While Yu Changsheng was observing this person, the burly cultivator was also observing Yu Changsheng, and then spoke in a low voice.

"Yes."

Yu Changsheng nodded, his voice steady, and looked directly at the person.

The burly cultivator remained silent, but his eyes, like those of an eagle, fixed aggressively on Yu Changsheng. He deliberately directed the pressure of his Golden Core cultivation towards Yu Changsheng.

"Why wear a mask in broad daylight? Is it because you're ashamed to be seen?"

After a long pause, the burly cultivator spoke in a deep voice, looking at Yu Changsheng with a hint of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

He couldn't see through Yu Changsheng's disguise, which could only mean that either the mask on his face was a treasure, or perhaps the other party's spiritual abilities were no less than his own.

"So what if you're wearing a mask? Aren't you the same, fellow Daoist, afraid to look at people with your true face?"

Upon hearing this, Yu Changsheng remained unmoved, speaking calmly and steadily.

The burly cultivator remained silent, sensing the aura emanating from Yu Changsheng, and was momentarily at a loss for words.

"Yu Changsheng?"

After a moment, the burly cultivator suddenly spoke, looking into Yu Changsheng's eyes and calling out.

Yu Changsheng remained silent, only looking at him with a puzzled expression.

"I don't recognize you, fellow Daoist. What brings you here so suddenly? Are you here to buy a spirit beast? If so, my Ten Thousand Beasts Pavilion has a large selection of spirit beasts. May I go and choose one?"

Just as the two were locked in a stalemate, a deep and resonant voice suddenly rang out.

The two looked over at the same time and, without them noticing, two figures, one old and one young, appeared together at the entrance of the Qiyao Pavilion.

The younger one, with a hint of unrestrained youthful exuberance on his face, was none other than Li Minghan.

The person next to Li Minghan was dressed in a white Taoist robe, which was engraved with lifelike patterns of clouds, mist and various mythical beasts. He had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, deep gaze, a middle-aged face, ruddy complexion, and a tall and straight figure. His long hair was tied up in a crown, and his eyebrows and eyes bore a seven-tenths resemblance to Li Minghan.

More importantly, the aura emanating from his body was that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, not an ordinary Golden Core cultivator, but rather a peak Golden Core cultivator!

(End of this chapter)