Mythical Luo, starting with the fox spirit

Yang Ping'an's fingers didn't move at all, and the sword floating in front of the three of them instantly changed its appearance.

The sword, originally of suitable width, became elongated and thickened without any external force pulling it. The original sword transformed into a angular iron rod, its four edges gleaming with a ghastly white light, sending a chill down one's spine at first glance.

"It's outrageous that a sword could turn into this grotesque thing!" Dongfang Qinlan exclaimed in shock, her mouth agape. She never imagined that this strange weapon was actually a sword.

"Indeed, I can't even imagine Brother Yang's level anymore." Dongfang Huaizhu nodded in agreement.

"Haha, don't be discouraged, you two. Sooner or later you'll reach my level too," Yang Ping'an comforted him with a smile.

"Yes, I still need Brother Yang's guidance." Dongfang Huaizhu rallied her spirits and resolved to practice diligently.

"Let me show you what I mean by enhanced characteristics." Yang Ping'an looked around and selected a row of green bamboo near the Huai River, speaking to Dongfang Huaizhu and the other man.

Yang Ping'an stepped forward and walked to the bamboo forest. He raised the strange stick in his hand and swung it at the row of thick bamboo. The stick hit the bamboo like a hot knife through butter, sweeping across without any resistance, and seven or eight green bamboos were snapped in half.

With a rustling sound, Yang Ping'an put away his stick, and the bamboo fell to the bank. Dongfang Huaizhu picked up a bamboo stalk, running her fingers around the broken edge; it was smooth and round, without a single barb. When she reattached it to the original bamboo root, it fit perfectly. If Dongfang Huaizhu hadn't seen the bamboo fall with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed it was a broken bamboo.

The staff that Yang Ping'an conjured up brought out the sharpness of the sword to its fullest extent.

"Brother Yang, if anyone actually takes this as a stick, they're in big trouble!" Dongfang Huaizhu exclaimed, looking at the broken bamboo that defied common sense.

Dongfang Qinlan looked at Yang Ping'an with the same look she gave him when she saw a cunning old man, the meaning in her eyes was self-evident.

"No ordinary person is worth me using such methods on." Yang Ping'an touched his nose, also feeling that the strange weapon in his hand was a bit sinister, contrary to his upright image.

"Don't look at me like that. My strength is now among the top in the Dao Alliance. Even my old man can't beat me." Yang Ping'an transformed the stick in his hand back to its original form with a thought and defended himself.

"Eek~" Dongfang Qinlan clearly didn't believe it and used her eyes to condemn Yang Ping'an for bragging.

"I trust Brother Yang." Dongfang Huaizhu trusted Yang Ping'an very much. Yang Ping'an's position in her heart was no less than that of Dongfang Guyue and his wife, and even slightly higher than that of Dongfang Qinlan.

"Hey, with my fiery temper, I'll make you understand my strength." Yang Ping'an was moved by Dongfang Huaizhu's trust and also wanted to win over Dongfang Qinlan and salvage his image.

Yang Ping'an's aura flashed by, and his powerful magic power erupted instantly. A wave of energy swept outwards from Yang Ping'an, and the bamboo forest collapsed to the outside as if it had been hit by a hurricane. The Huai River was also stirred up and surged towards the opposite bank.

Not far away at Shenhuo Mountain Manor, Dongfang Guyue sensed this unbridled fluctuation of magical power and his expression turned serious. He realized that the owner of this aura might be even more terrifying than the Poison King of the Southern Kingdom.

With a somber expression, Dongfang Guyue thought of his two daughters still by the Huai River, wondering if they were safe and sound. With this thought in mind, he decided to set off immediately for the bamboo forest by the Huai River.

"Ha, this kid! I'm so old and he still has to clean up my mess." Before Dongfang Guyue could even move, he received Yang Ping'an's telepathic message in his mind. He shook his head and laughed and cursed at the air.

Dongfang Guyue couldn't believe that the owner of this aura was actually her son-in-law. After calming down, Dongfang Guyue discovered that the aura of the magical power fluctuation was indeed of the same origin as Yang Ping'an's magical power in her memory. Moreover, his brain was beyond the reach of ordinary Taoists. The fact that Yang Ping'an could transmit his voice directly into her brain without waiting for her consent further demonstrated that Yang Ping'an's strength was not to be underestimated.

"If that's really the case, then my son-in-law is quite extraordinary. Oh well, why think so much? I'd better go help him solve his problem." Dongfang Guyue sighed at his own luck and his daughter's good fortune, ultimately feeling that a new generation was replacing the old. He patted his behind and prepared to go and appease the panicked disciples of Shenhuo Mountain Manor, and send them to appease the residents of nearby towns and villages.

Although Jin Renfeng lost his position as chief, he was still determined to win over the Dongfang sisters and take over Shenhuo Mountain Manor. He discovered that the Dongfang sisters were not at Shenhuo Mountain Manor, so he secretly rushed to this bamboo forest, only to be caught off guard by Yang Ping'an and fall flat on his face. He was deeply embedded in the ground and could not get out. The intense feeling of death made him feel terrified.

Yang Ping'an's imposing aura was released and then immediately withdrawn; only the rolling bamboo leaves proved what had just happened.

"Phew~ I'm finally alive!" Dongfang Qinlan exclaimed, clutching her heart, overjoyed at surviving the ordeal. Yang Ping'an's aura lasted only a moment, but for her, each day felt like an eternity, as if she had gone through a cycle of life and death.

"Brother Yang... Brother Yang is truly amazing!" Dongfang Huaizhu was so shocked that she couldn't speak for a moment. She had felt Dongfang Guyue's aura, but compared to Yang Ping'an's aura, it was still not enough. She vaguely felt that Yang Ping'an's cultivation had broken through a limit, and it seemed that her Brother Yang was getting further and further away.

"I will always protect you! We will always be together," Yang Ping'an promised sincerely. He sensed Dongfang Huaizhu's unease, gripped her hands tightly, and gazed firmly into her eyes.

"Yes, I believe in Brother Yang." Dongfang Huaizhu looked into Yang Ping'an's affectionate eyes, leaned into his arms and felt his strong and firm heartbeat. The familiar sense of security enveloped her, and she responded softly.

"Hahaha, Qin Lan, do you believe me now?" Yang Ping'an held the beautiful Dongfang Huaizhu in his arms, feeling a stirring desire. In order not to be abrupt with the beauty, he took the initiative to change his attention.

"Okay, brother-in-law is awesome!" Dongfang Qinlan stood up with her hair sticking up and cheered for Yang Ping'an with great enthusiasm. It was unclear whether she was praising Yang Ping'an's strength or his skills.

Upon hearing Meimei's voice, Dongfang Huaizhu glared at her before reluctantly leaving Yang Ping'an's warm embrace.

"It's almost noon, watch me show you what I can do." Yang Ping'an looked up at the sun in the sky with satisfaction, ready to show off his skills.

Smoke rose again from the banks of the Huai River. To preserve the flavor of the picnic as much as possible, Yang Ping'an used only the most basic ingredients. He and the Dongfang Huaizhu sisters worked together, easily and happily setting up the pot and starting the fire to prepare various ingredients.

After their work, the three of them lay down on the chairs in the bamboo house and rested comfortably.

"Mmm, my tummy is so full!" Dongfang Qinlan patted her swollen belly with satisfaction, feeling completely relaxed.