Afterwards, he toasted the various subjects of the Lan family, the head instructor of the Lan family, the leader of the guards, and so on. He had allowed them to attend the banquet this time so that Xiao Yang could broaden his horizons with them. It could be regarded as a form of goodwill from the ancestor of the Lan family.
Of course, they had all witnessed Xiao Yang's power before this. They had all been defeated by Xiao Yang.
Now that they could sit together and eat and drink in harmony, it could be regarded as a rather satisfactory matter.
"Grandson, what do you plan on doing next?"
The ancestor of the Lan family asked Xiao Yang.
The others all turned their heads to listen, wanting to know where Xiao Yang was going.
Xiao Yang did not hide anything. He said calmly, "I have three main objectives in coming to Martial Yang city. I want to kill Wang Zilai to avenge my father, I want to see my mother, and I want to participate in the competition. If possible, I want to return to the Poison sect to take a look."
"There's still over a dozen days until the competition begins. I plan on using this time to accompany my mother and take her back to Donglin town to take a look. Yep, and I want to properly cultivate so that I can face the heroes of Gaia in the competition."
Xiao Yang said indifferently.
This arrangement was reasonable, so everyone gave him their blessings.
Originally, the ancestor of the Lan family wanted to suggest Xiao Yang train in the demon cave of the Lan family, but after some consideration, he held back.
The banquet was about to come to an end.
A high-ranking intelligence agent came up to report the situation.
Zhang Zihe has been killed. The fifth rank evil cultivator of the Evil Cultivator Alliance, Yao Ruomo, has been killed too. The envoy of the Poison sect, the pavilion elder of the Buddhist pavilion, has been injured. His disciple will be hosting the competition. "The agent quickly reported the information he had gathered.
Everyone present was shocked.
Any single piece of information was enough to shock them.
Zhang Zihe had been killed? Who killed him? Then how would the Zhang family of Qingyang city react? Would they start a war with the Lan family? Or was someone purposefully trying to sow discord between the two families?
What were the people of the Evil Cultivator Alliance trying to achieve by appearing near Martial Yang city? At Yao Ruomo's level, they were at the fifth level of Martial Ancestors at the very least. Regular cultivators were not their opponents. Did this represent the arrival of a calamity? That was not important. What was important was who had killed him? Could there be a hidden Yao Ruo Mo?
Who had injured the pavilion master of the Buddha Pavilion, one of the Poison Sect's ten great pavilions? Would his disciple be up to the task?
A series of questions lingered in everyone's minds, causing them to be unable to relax.
Faced with this series of problems and changes, how should the Lan Clan deal with it?
Lan Xingmeng had just been promoted. Would she be able to handle such a problem?
Xiao Yang moved closer to Lan Xingmeng's ear and whispered a few words. Her expression changed from shock to complex, then to shock and anger. She glared at Xiao Yang fiercely.
Yes, Xiao Yang told Lan Xingmeng all the answers.
"Grandson, what are you two mumbling about? Why don't you tell us?"
The Lan Clan's ancestor noticed Xiao Yang and immediately asked.
Lan Xingmeng stood up and bowed to the Lan Clan's ancestor. She also bowed to the crowd and said, "Father, everyone, there's no need to panic. Yao Ruo Mo was killed by Xiao Yang and the Poison Sect's attendants. Yao Ruo Mo appeared here because he was chasing after the Poison Sect's emissary. That's why the emissary was injured. We can ignore the matter of the Demonic Cultivator Alliance for now. We won't be in any danger for the time being."
Everyone fell silent.
Soon after, someone raised a question and said indifferently, "Wouldn't this be unbelievable?"
Yes, some of them didn't believe it.
Xiao Yang didn't explain further. Seeing that everyone's gazes were focused on him, he calmly took out the token in his hand and tossed it onto the table. That was Yao Ruo Mo's identity symbol.
Whoosh.
Everyone was shocked into an uproar, filled with disbelief.
Discussions broke out as cries of surprise and shock rang out.
Some people even sucked in cold breaths, feeling incredulous.
"Heavens, Xiao Yang is actually this awesome. Even the savage Yao Ruo Mo isn't his match."
"It looks like Xiao Yang's relationship with the Poison Sect's emissary isn't shallow. He's got a spot in the Poison Sect."
"This kid is quite amazing. Amazing."
Lan Xingmeng was proud and happy to hear everyone's praise and shock. The matter of this piece of information had been resolved. As for changing the host of the competition, based on Xiao Yang's relationship with the Poison Sect's emissary, they probably wouldn't make things difficult for Xiao Yang. There was nothing much to say about that.
On the other hand, the first piece of information left Lan Xingmeng at a loss for words.
After some thought, she said honestly, "Zhang Zihe's death was my son's doing. Of course, no one knows about it yet. Only everyone here knows."
"This, this, this …"
This sudden answer made everyone unable to react for a moment. They were even at a loss for what to do.
Xiao Yang stood up and said indifferently, "The Zhang Clan's matter is my, Xiao Yang's, matter alone. Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for this matter."
He didn't want to cause trouble for Lan Xingmeng.
After all, Lan Xingmeng had just risen to the top. It wasn't good for her to suffer too many setbacks and disturbances.
"What are you talking about? Zhang Zihe almost tricked us and almost harmed our Lan Clan. If it were me, I'd kill him too. As for the Zhang Clan, if they dare to come, I'll kill them."
The First Head immediately declared righteously. His domineering aura of a Martial Ancestor Realm expert was released.
The Second Head and Lan Xinghe both spoke ruthlessly. If they dared to touch Xiao Yang, they'd have to ask their fists for permission. In short, they'd protect Xiao Yang for sure.
The Lan Clan's patriarch looked at them and felt gratified. This was more like a family.
The day ended just like that.
Evening.
Xiao Man, who was tailing Xiao Yang, asked, "Young Master, are we still going back to the Yuelai Inn?"
Xiao Yang smiled indifferently and said, "No, we've already recognized our relatives. If we go back to the Yuelai Inn, they'll misunderstand. Let's stay at the Lan Clan for now. We don't have to worry about food and clothes, and we can eat and drink for free. Haha …"
Xiao Man laughed.
At night, night fell.
Lan Xingmeng and Lan Jiaoye came to visit Xiao Yang. After chatting for a while, Xiao Yang sent them back to rest.
Two days passed in this calm and tranquil state.
On the third day, news came that Zhang Zihe's father, Zhang Dalong, had come to Martial Yang City.
Xiao family started to be on guard. They were all nervous. After all, this meant that the Lan Clan and the Zhang Clan had different attitudes. If they didn't agree, the two clans might go to war. They couldn't afford to underestimate them.
Zhang Dalong had already arrived at Martial Yang City. He didn't go to the Lan Clan rashly.
Instead, he hid in the Martial Yang City and stayed at the Yuelai Inn.
According to the information he received, Zhang Zihe was humiliated at the Yuelai Inn. He believed that he could find clues about Zhang Zihe here.
It was strange. He had been looking for Zhang Zihe for two days and still couldn't find him. This made him feel uneasy.
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