Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather-Chapter 318 - 308 Yi Wood Everlasting True Qi

The pupils of the man in black constricted, locking onto Yang Zhenshan.

The next moment, he slowly emerged from behind the corner of the wall. Since he had been discovered, continuing to hide was meaningless.

"Tenglong Guard Commander Yang Zhenshan?"

The man in black asked in a deep voice.

"Correct, I am General Yang Zhenshan, and who might you be?" Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard while looking at him, smiling as he asked.

The man in black fell silent.

Who am I?

Naturally, I cannot tell you!

Otherwise, why would I be dressed in black and masked!

Seeing that he did not answer, Yang Zhenshan did not mind, turning instead to say, "Let your men come out, all thirty-two of them. Hmm, and tell those six on the roof to be careful not to break the tiles, fixing them is troublesome!"

The man in black fell silent again, previously thinking they were well-hidden, but Yang Zhenshan knew exactly the number of his men and their positions.

He could not figure out why.

Seeing him unmoved, Yang Zhenshan said somewhat helplessly, "I am least fond of fighting and killing; how about we sit down and have a good talk!"

"The moonlight tonight is quite lovely, why bother over Luo Fu? Wouldn’t sitting down, drinking tea, and admiring the moon be much better?"

"Where is Luo Fu?" The man in black finally spoke.

Without concealing, Yang Zhenshan lightly said, "Right behind me."

After speaking, he kindly pointed to the room behind him, "Mm, that room there!"

The man in black glanced at the room, "You are very confident?"

"No, I am deceiving you!" Yang Zhenshan grinned, "There are two of Luo Fu’s concubines in that room!"

"..."

The man in black was somewhat annoyed, "You are tricking me!"

"Haha~~" Yang Zhenshan laughed, "Not necessarily, whether Luo Fu is inside, you can go and check!"

A glint of ferocity flashed in the eyes of the man in black.

He knew that further conversation was futile, as he could not trust Yang Zhenshan’s words.

Where is Luo Fu?

It had now become unknown; they had gathered intelligence during the day that Luo Fu and his family were detained in the Salt Transport Department, but now, Yang Zhenshan clearly was prepared, perhaps having hidden Luo Fu elsewhere.

Thus, there was no need for further idle talk. He first needed to verify if Luo Fu was in the room behind Yang Zhenshan.

Clang!

The long sword unsheathed.

"In that case, let me accompany you on your way!"

No sooner had he spoken than his form vanished like a wisp of blue smoke, appearing suddenly in front of Yang Zhenshan the next moment.

The moonlight shone down, the sword blade gleaming, slashing straight at Yang Zhenshan’s head.

"Hahaha, you underestimate me too much!"

Yang Zhenshan watched the blade near inches away, his spear in hand suddenly sprang up, thrusting straight at the man in black’s chest.

He simultaneously bent down to explore below, evading the slash of the man in black.

The man in black’s body twisted, his blade spinning like a gust of wind sweeping towards Yang Zhenshan.

Clang clang clang~

The spear danced, its heavy shaft colliding with the blade, immediately sparking showers of sparks.

While rubbing the spear shaft, Yang Zhenshan’s eyes carried a light smile.

This Mystical Iron Spear was really extraordinary, not only handy but also exceptionally sturdy, not fearing any slashes or cuts.

With a thrust, the blade was swept aside, Yang Zhenshan swung the long spear, heavy thunderous sounds rolling, a booming sound following closely.

The heavy long spear seemed to possess the force of tens of thousands, the man in black was greatly shocked, instinctively withdrawing backward.

However, as he retreated, Yang Zhenshan relentlessly pursued.

The spear like a long rainbow, its sharpness fully revealed, directly chasing after the man in black’s chest.

The man in black moved and jumped, landing on the rooftop, still unable to increase the distance between him and Yang Zhenshan.

Both figures moved ceaselessly under the moonlight, the fierce blade and the sharp spear continuously colliding.

At the same time, the surrounding men in black also charged towards the soldiers.

However, they seemed to have underestimated the soldiers.

A group of men in black approached from all directions, the soldiers ready with their spears.

"Kill!"

A commanding shout full of killing intent rose, the spears thrusting like a forest.

These men in black were not weak; looking solely at cultivation, they were even stronger than the soldiers.

But their tactics were similar to those of Jianghu Martial Artists, adept at fighting solo.

A group charged, each appearing extremely sharp, but when they clashed with the soldiers, their weakness was immediately exposed.

Cooperation was not seamless; though they surged forward together, there was no formation.

This was also normal; harmony among many individuals is not easily developed. Only within the army is it easiest to cultivate harmony since soldiers practically live together every day, training together every day.

Perhaps harmony is easier to cultivate between two or three individuals, like the Sky Blue Sword Sect’s Sky Blue Sword Array, essentially relying on mutual coordination.

But with a larger group, coordination among themselves becomes increasingly difficult.

When the black-clothed figures clashed with the soldiers, the soldiers almost instinctively chose to attack without any need for communication.

The black-clothed figure at the forefront only felt several long spears suddenly appearing before him, sealing all his escape routes—above, below, left, and right. Most importantly, one of the spears was thrusting straight at his chest.

He narrowly dodged the spear aimed directly at him but couldn’t escape the spears attacking from the sides.

Pffft~

Crack~

A spear pierced through his left shoulder, and another spear struck his right arm.

He didn’t even have time to scream when another spear harshly smashed onto his head, causing his vision to darken as he lost consciousness.

This all happened in an instant; even before the black-clothed figure’s body slumped to the ground, the soldiers had already withdrawn their spears and thrust again.

The soldiers before him were all battle-hardened warriors who had climbed out from piles of corpses and seas of blood, and experienced countless fierce fights.

They possessed fearless courage, close-knit coordination, unwavering determination, and formidable individual martial strength.

Even if the enemy’s individual strength was greater than theirs, they still couldn’t break through the barrier of their spears.

The battle had only just begun, yet over a dozen black-clothed figures had already fallen under their spears, with the remaining ones entangled in the deadly embrace of the spears.

The black-clothed figure fighting with Yang Zhenshan glanced over and caught this scene, a flicker of calmness crossing the depths of his eyes.

He knew his own subordinates the best.

His subordinates were all Postnatal Martial Artists, with the strongest being at the Postnatal Sixth Layer and the weakest at the Postnatal Third Layer.

Any of them could easily earn the position of commander of a thousand households if thrown into the military.

But now, they were powerless against a group of mere soldiers!

No, he was wrong!

These soldiers were not ordinary but the elite of the elite.

Amidst his astonishment, a fierce whistling sound broke the air, and the next moment the black-clothed figure was flung tens of meters away, crashing hard into a wall of blue bricks.

"Daring to be distracted while fighting with this General!"

"Are you underestimating this General too much!"

Yang Zhenshan leaped down from the rooftop, landing in front of the collapsed wall.

Cough, cough~~

The black-clothed figure coughed as he clambered out of the debris.

The mask that had covered his face was gone, revealing an extremely ordinary face.

"You are not at the Postnatal Eighth Layer, you are at the Postnatal Ninth Layer?"

Ah Da stared at the towering Yang Zhenshan with a somber gaze.

Ah Da, the most loyal guard by Prince Xin’s side and also Prince Xin’s most capable assistant.

In reality, Ah Da was a very cautious person. He even adhered to the principle of knowing oneself and the enemy to ensure victory in every battle. Thus, before entering the city of Liao’an, he had specifically gathered a lot of information, including the situation inside the city and Yang Zhenshan’s strength and achievements.

Yang Zhenshan had defeated a Martial Artist at the Postnatal Ninth Layer before, that was Meng Temu, although Meng was old and had weakened.

Yang Zhenshan being at the Postnatal Eighth Layer was not a secret either.

Yang Zhenshan himself had spoken about it multiple times to people like Zhou Lan, Wang Bin and his subordinates like Xie Yuan, Song Dashan, who actually all knew about his cultivation level.

It wasn’t that he didn’t want to conceal his cultivation level, but rather he couldn’t hide it since he had defeated Meng Temu previously.

Thus everyone believed he was at the Postnatal Eighth Layer, and indeed he was.

However, for Martial Artists, cultivation level was not the sole standard for measuring strength.

Hearing Ah Da’s words, a faint smile appeared on Yang Zhenshan’s lips, "Now can we talk about whose man you are?"

He was very curious about Ah Da’s background. Which prince could it be?

The incident in Luo Fu must have offended this prince; he must be cautious in the future. If this prince was not reasonable, setting traps for him would be troublesome!

However, Ah Da clearly wasn’t going to easily betray Prince Xin behind him, as the long knife in his hand flipped, and the sharp blade once again swept towards Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes flashed with a hint of boredom.

He had already lost the interest in fighting.

Ah Da was at the Postnatal Ninth Layer, and by reason, was qualified to be his opponent. However, in reality, Ah Da’s strength was far from enough to place any pressure on him.

Not to mention Ah Da, it seemed Yang Zhenshan might also have underestimated his own strength.

Facing the fierce blade of Ah Da, Yang Zhenshan abruptly raised his left hand, his fingertips dancing with a nebulous halo and a hidden aura, moving towards the oncoming blade.

Ah Da’s expression paused momentarily, but his blade did not weaken and still fiercely struck Yang Zhenshan’s hand.

However, when the blade touched Yang Zhenshan’s fingertips, he immediately sensed something was amiss.

The blade came to an abrupt stop as if clamped by an iron pincer, unable to advance a single millimeter.

Catching a blade bare-handed!

No!

This wasn’t bare-handed!

How could a flesh and blood body block a sharp blade?

What blocked the blade was Innate True Qi!

A strand of Innate True Qi, tangible like reality, coiled around Yang Zhenshan’s palm, seeming to envelop his hand in a steel wire glove, which, combined with the flexibilit