The Yangji Zong was very powerful in the Qiangan Kingdom. It was only second to the imperial family, but its reputation had almost surpassed the imperial family. This was because the Yangji Zong had two Heaven Saint Masters, which was the same number as the imperial family. Aside from the Heaven Saint Masters, the number of Earth Saint Masters was no less than the imperial family's. There were over twenty of them and several thousand disciples. It was truly a vast organization.
The Yangji Zong was not a native organization of the Qiangan Kingdom. Instead, it had been stationed there when the Qiangan Kingdom had lost its former glory and declined. It had already been over six hundred years since then. It had developed from an unknown sect to its current scale, and it even maintained a friendly relationship with the imperial family of the Qiangan Kingdom. Almost every generation of the Yangji Zong was connected by marriage in order to improve their relationship.
At this moment, in a majestic hall within the Yangji Zong, over a dozen people of various ages sat with stern faces. They were all the upper echelons of the Yangji Zong, so they could make decisions about everything within the Yangji Zong. In the center of the hall, a young man in luxurious white robes stood with a rather ugly expression. There were a few guards behind him, all of whom had respectful expressions.
"Fei 'er, is what you said true? Has your Third Martial Uncle really been killed?" A middle-aged man sitting at the front asked with a stern face.
"Father, this matter is absolutely true. Third Martial Uncle and several dozen of our Yangji Sect's disciples were all killed in the inn. The guards behind me saw it with their own eyes. I believe that the news will soon spread throughout the Qiangan Kingdom." The young man in luxurious robes solemnly said. His face was also very solemn.
"Then do you know who killed your Third Martial Uncle?" The middle-aged man followed up with another question.
"I've heard some information from the inn's waiter. The initial conclusion is that the person who killed my Yangji Zong is a young man around twenty years old. As for his identity, I don't know," the young man said.
Hearing this, the middle-aged man sitting at the front seemed to think of something. His expression suddenly changed, and his gaze immediately became sharp. He stared at the young man and asked in a deep voice, "A young man around twenty years old. Fei 'er, do you know what he looks like?"
The middle-aged man's change in expression stunned everyone present. Soon after, they seemed to have thought of something and their expressions changed drastically.
The young man was not stupid. He immediately noticed the change in the expressions of the upper echelons present. His heart immediately sank. He knew that the matter was probably more complicated than he had imagined. After a moment of silence, he said, "Father, I've never seen that person before, but from the waiter's description, I only know that he was extremely handsome. he had short hair that."
"Short hair that's an inch long." The middle-aged man muttered in a low voice. His expression also became extremely grave. He muttered in a low voice, "It really is him. It's exactly the same as the Grand Elder's description. I didn't expect that he would come to our Huayun Sect today after causing such a ruckus in the imperial palace. It seems that he has come for the Kingdom of Gesun."
The middle-aged man suddenly stood up and said, "Fei 'er, you can leave now. I already know that person's identity. Perhaps our Yangji Zong will face a calamity. For the next two days, go hide outside for a period of time. Once everything has calmed down, come back. I'll immediately go and ask the old sect master."
Hearing this, the young man's expression suddenly changed. He did not think that the matter would be so serious. He cupped his hands and said, "Yes, father. I'll take my leave now!"
After the young man left, the middle-aged man looked around and said with a grave expression, "Everyone, I'm sure you all know that person's identity. Go and arrange your people. Regardless of whether or not he has come for our Yangji Zong, we must make preparations."
Although the news of Jianchen causing a ruckus in the imperial palace had been suppressed by the imperial family, Yangji Zong, a sect that had countless connections with the imperial family, had received the news immediately. Thus, although the upper echelons of the sect had never seen Jianchen before, they were not unfamiliar with him. His appearance and features were all memorized by them.
"Yes, sect master!" The people sitting below all replied in unison before leaving with heavy expressions.
After that, the sect master of Yangji Zong personally went to the back of the mountain to report this matter to the old sect master. When the old sect master of Yangji Zong heard about this matter, he immediately came out of the mountain with a slightly pale old man. He was a Supreme Elder of Yangji Zong and had a noble status.
"From your description, I already know who this mysterious young expert is. Even if he is not from the Kingdom of Gesun, he must be related to the Kingdom of Gesun. We joined forces with the Blue Wind Kingdom to kill the experts of the Kingdom of Gesun. In the end, because of this mysterious expert's appearance, we were defeated. Seven of us were killed by him with a sneak attack. His strength is not to be underestimated." The Supreme Elder with a slightly pale face said in a deep voice. He was one of the two people who survived the sneak attack of Jianchen.
"Old Gao, your injuries have more or less healed, right? How confident do you think our Yangji Sect is in stopping that expert?" The Yangji Sect's old sect master's expression was very calm, as if he didn't take this matter seriously at all.
"That mysterious expert caused a ruckus in the palace yesterday. Even Qian Yun, who has reached the fifth rank, was not his opponent. With just the two of us, we have no chance of winning." The Supreme Elder who was called Old Gao said in a deep voice.
Hearing this, the old sect master sneered with disdain and said: "If he is just making a ruckus, then I can let bygones be bygones. But if he dares to go too far, then he will regret it. Hmph, a frog at the bottom of a well. Does he really think that I, Yangji Zong, am a pushover?"
"Old Yang, why do you say that? Do you have the confidence to deal with that mysterious expert?" The Supreme Elder looked at the old sect master with suspicion.
The old sect master smiled and said: "Let's go to the front mountain first."
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Yangji Zong Holy Mountain was the base of Yangji Zong's sect. A few hundred years ago, this mountain range was just a mountain with good scenery. In the Qiangan Kingdom, it was unknown, but ever since Yangji Zong set up camp here, this mountain range was named Yangji Holy Mountain. As Yangji Zong gradually grew stronger, the Yangji Holy Mountain's reputation also gradually spread. Today, the Yangji Holy Mountain had practically become the Holy Mountain of Qiangan Kingdom. Every day, there would be people coming to the foot of the mountain to ask for a master or join the Yangji Holy Mountain.
Jianchen used the power of the wind element to bring the mother and son several thousand meters into the air. They flew directly into the Yangji Holy Mountain and finally landed in front of the mountain.
When Jianchen arrived, the entire Yangji Zong was already on high alert. Over a hundred disciples were gathered at the entrance, guarding there with serious expressions. They were ready to fight.
Jianchen's arrival was immediately discovered by the disciples guarding the entrance. Immediately, a middle-aged man shouted: "A Heaven Saint Master has come. Quickly inform the sect master."
Hearing this, all the disciples took out a whistle from their arms and blew into it. An ear-piercing sound was transmitted, carrying a strong penetrating force that resounded throughout the entire mountain range.
The entire Yangji Zong began to stir. A large number of disciples put down the things in their hands and rushed in the direction of the whistle.
A cold smile appeared on Jianchen's face. Yangji Zong's appearance clearly showed that they were prepared. They knew that he would come.
The innkeeper and her son stood behind Jianchen in fear. Although they already knew that Jianchen was very strong and was a Heaven Saint Master, the Yangji Zong's reputation in the Qiangan Kingdom was just too great. It had already left a shadow in their hearts. Therefore, the mother and son were now filled with worry. They did not know if Jianchen could stop the thousands of people and countless experts of the Yangji Zong by himself.
The White Tiger obediently crouched on Jianchen's shoulder. It blinked its bright eyes and nimbly jumped from Jianchen's right shoulder to his left. It then tightly grabbed onto Jianchen's collar with its front paws, stabilizing its body.
Jianchen turned back to the innkeeper and said: "Auntie, Sanzi, you two stay here. Don't worry, with me here, no one can hurt you."
"Benefactor, you must be careful." Sanzi looked at Jianchen with a complicated expression and said in a low voice.
Jianchen smiled indifferently. He then strode forward and grabbed at the air with both hands. The fire element in the surroundings immediately gathered, condensing into two fire elemental swords in the blink of an eye. They shot towards the tall entrance of the Yangji Zong with a wave of heat.
"Run!"
The expressions of the hundreds of Yangji Zong disciples guarding the entrance changed greatly. None of them dared to hesitate and immediately fled for their lives.
"Boom!" With a loud boom, the tall entrance of the Yangji Zong was directly submerged in a wave of fire. Rocks flew in all directions in the wave of fire. The dozens of disciples guarding the entrance had no time to escape. They were all swallowed up by the wave of fire and let out miserable screams.
Suddenly, a fierce wind raged between heaven and earth. The fierce wind raged between heaven and earth, blowing the fire towards the interior of the Yangji Zong. Some of the surrounding weeds and trees were set ablaze in the blink of an eye. The raging flames continued to spread into the distance. Soon, some of the wooden houses closer to the entrance were set ablaze. A fiery red flame rose and burned fiercely, emitting thick smoke like a black dragon circling between heaven and earth.
Jianchen grabbed at the air with both hands and two fire elemental swords condensed in the blink of an eye. They then turned into a fiery red light and shot towards the Yangji Zong. The sky was covered in flames, and the flickering flames could be seen clearly even by the people at the foot of the Sacred Yangji Mountain.
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