Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an left the hustle and bustle in front of the city lord's mansion behind and rode his flying sword freely through the clouds.

Time was obscured by the thick fog; three days had passed since Yang Ping'an first arrived in Jinglong Town. Now, leaving the town and relaxing his tense mind after three days, Yang Ping'an felt refreshed and inexplicably comfortable.

Yang Ping'an stood on his flying sword, looking down at the surroundings. A flock of wild geese flying north flew in a V-formation in front of him. He seemed to have thought of something interesting, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Brother Yan, I've come to see you off." A mischievous thought crossed Yang Ping'an's mind. He set up a protective magical barrier in front of him, and with his divine sense enveloping the flock of geese, he stood on his flying sword, increased his magical output, and accelerated his flight northward once more.

With this acceleration, Yang Ping'an's speed of flying on his sword broke the speed of sound, and a sonic boom cloud appeared behind him. As Yang Ping'an passed through the cloud layer, he created a brief passage within it.

"Ah~~" "Caw—caw—, caw—" Yang Ping'an flew away on his sword at high speed. His joyful shouts and the cries of the wild geese due to the rapidly changing scenery echoed from afar with the rolling sound waves.

Riding the wind on his sword, Yang Ping'an flew hundreds of kilometers in one breath, traversing thousands of mountains and rivers. He led his flock of geese past more than a dozen other geese, completing several spirit sword drifts.

Seeing another flock of geese migrating north ahead, Yang Ping'an put down the geese he had been leading to overtake them in a straight line.

As soon as the flock of geese was released, they immediately let out a mournful cry, honking incessantly, and flew around aimlessly like headless flies.

"Brother Yan, we'll meet again someday, if fate allows." Yang Ping'an stood on his flying sword and bowed to the flock of geese.

"Haha, no need to thank me." Yang Ping'an lowered his hands, looked at the wild geese flying around in disarray, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After a long while, the flock of geese caught up with their brethren, grumbling and cursing as they flew.

Yang Ping'an's smile remained unchanged. He controlled his flying sword, drawing an arc in the clouds before turning eastward. Having been away for so long, it was time to head home; otherwise, Old Master Yang would have a heart attack from anger.

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While Yang Ping'an was enjoying himself traveling through the clouds, the other half of the Yang residence presented a completely different scene.

The courtyard where Grandpa Yang usually works has a screen wall carved with pine and crane motifs for longevity when you enter from the south. Behind the screen wall is a path paved with bluestone slabs, with ornamental trees transplanted from outside planted along the path. There are long corridors on the east and west sides of the courtyard leading to the main hall, which are used for passage when it rains or snows. Behind the courtyard are three tall and simple main halls.

"Bang! What are you doing? You still haven't found Yang Ping'an." Old Master Yang sat in the middle of the main hall, slammed his palm on the mahogany table, and angrily rebuked the Taoist priests of the Yang family guards who were reporting the situation.

Old Master Yang was furious. Two days had passed since he gave the order to capture Yang Ping'an. Yet, this group told him they hadn't found Yang Ping'an and were investigating his whereabouts.

"Master, it is true that the Second Young Master's cultivation is profound. Even if we open our Heavenly Eyes, we can only determine that the Second Young Master is flying towards the southern part of the One Qi Dao Alliance." Butler Yang and the captain of the guard stood in front of Old Master Yang, intimidated by Old Master Yang's anger at this moment, and dared not utter a sound.

Currently, the captain of the Yang family's guard team is explaining to Old Master Yang why the guard team has not been able to find Yang Ping'an.

"Hmph, Ping An is powerful, that's not an excuse for you not being able to find him. What use are you if a group of you can't even find a six-year-old child?" Old Master Yang's expression softened slightly when he heard the captain of the guards praising his favored grandson.

"Master, we have received information that Young Master Ping An was suspected of stopping in Jinglong Town on the southern border a day ago. We have already sent family guards to investigate the situation." Butler Yang assessed the situation and, seeing that Old Master Yang's anger had subsided, took the opportunity to report the progress of his work to him.

"Yes, whoever provided the information should be rewarded. Also, I need to hear definite news before dark. Once you confirm it, let me know immediately. You two can go about your business." Upon hearing this news, Old Master Yang's anger subsided. He picked up his teacup from the table and instructed Butler Yang and his companion.

"Yes, Master." Butler Yang and the captain of the guards responded in unison. The two bowed to Old Master Yang, slowly retreated to the door of the main hall, and then turned to leave the main hall where Old Master Yang worked.

"Yang Yitan, get in here!" Old Master Yang picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and looked up to see Yang Yitan eavesdropping in the courtyard. He was amused by Yang Yitan's furtive appearance.

"Hehe." Yang Yitan chuckled sheepishly when he realized he had been caught eavesdropping. He didn't argue, stopped what he was doing, and walked toward Old Master Yang.

"You shameless brat, what's wrong? You think your training isn't enough and want to add more, is that it?" Old Master Yang said irritably, looking at his grandson's grinning face.

Two days ago, Yang Yitan tried to defend Yang Ping'an's secret departure from home and was punished by Old Master Yang. He has been increasing his training intensity in the courtyard where Old Master Yang works for the past two days.

"Of course not, my grandson's daily training is already more than enough." Yang Yi sighed and went behind Grandpa Yang, gently patting his shoulder.

"Hmph, what do you want to do? Don't think you can bribe this old man like this." Old Master Yang enjoyed Yang Yitan's massage, his muscles relaxing, but he refused to admit it.

"No, I'm just concerned about when Ping An will be back." Yang Yi sighed and tapped Grandpa Yang's shoulder for a while. Feeling Grandpa Yang's muscles relax, he changed from tapping to kneading and continued to help Grandpa Yang relieve the fatigue in his shoulder.

"Hmph, he'll come back? Wait till he gets back and I'll throw him in the dark room and lock him up for half a month." Old Master Yang snorted, unable to contain his anger at the thought of Yang Ping'an secretly running away from home.

"He should be locked up for a few days, who told him to..." Yang Yi sighed, wanting to say that Yang Ping'an had secretly slipped out without telling him, but then he remembered that Old Master Yang was right in front of him, and quickly stopped himself from saying the words that were about to come out.

"What's wrong with him? He can't even speak clearly." Old Master Yang was still angry with Yang Ping'an, and scolded him when Yang Yitan finished speaking.

"He made you angry, so he should be locked up for a few more days." Yang Yitan's hands didn't stop moving, his brain was working quickly, and he quickly came up with a solution, continuing from his previous statement to reply to the old man.

"Why aren't you making excuses for him?" Old Master Yang turned and glanced at Yang Yitan.

"Of course I'm on your side. Yang Ping'an must be punished properly." Yang Yitan was still a six-year-old child after all. Learning from the previous experience of making excuses for Yang Ping'an, he firmly stood on the side of Grandpa Yang this time.

Furthermore, Yang Yitan was somewhat angry that Yang Ping'an had secretly gone out to play without him. Yang Yitan knew that Old Master Yang was only threatening, but wouldn't actually punish Yang Ping'an severely. Therefore, Yang Yitan betrayed his teammate very decisively, without the slightest hesitation.

"Hmm?" Old Master Yang seemed to notice something and looked up at the sky above the Yang residence. Yang Yi was curious about what Old Master Yang was looking at, so he also looked up at the sky above the Yang residence.

The lintel of the main room where Mr. Yang worked was very high, and when he sat in his chair, he could see the sky in the distance.

A streak of light, trailing a long tail, flew rapidly from afar toward the Yang residence.