"Xiao Yang, are you feeling better? How do you feel? "
The three Pavilion Lords asked with concern.
"Much better. Many thanks to the three Pavilion Lords for coming to save me. This disciple can't thank you enough."
Xiao Yang got up and cupped his fists to salute them.
"Alright, alright. You're still a patient, so just stay in bed. There's only a few of us here, so there's no need to be so courteous."
Pavilion Lord Lei smiled.
Everyone was silent for a while.
They finally got down to business.
"Xiao Yang, it looks like you'll have to end your recuperation life early. We've already caught the evil cultivators who escaped from Daxiu Mountain, but we couldn't get anything out of them. It's up to you now. If necessary, it's best to find out where they're hiding and catch them all in one go. That'll save us the effort of searching for them one by one and wasting manpower and resources. What do you think?"
Pavilion Lord Sword said tactfully.
Xiao Yang frowned slightly. He pondered for a moment and said slowly, "Pavilion Lord Sword's words are reasonable. I'll get the information out of them. Don't worry."
The three Pavilion Lords sighed in relief.
Pavilion Lord Fo said again, "Xiao Yang, how do you plan to deal with the Fang Clan?"
This was a bit sensitive.
After all, the Fang Clan wasn't a small faction that could be easily bullied. The Poison Sect's Head Elder was a member of the Fang Clan, and there were three old monsters in the Poison Sect. The ninth and tenth generation ancestors were estimated to be eighth level Martial Ancestor Realm experts. It wouldn't be easy to seek justice.
Xiao Yang's expression darkened. The Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen had almost taken his life. This was a grudge of life and death.
He said slowly, "Let this disciple solve his own problems. I'll issue a life and death challenge to the Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen. One year later, come to Fang City and fight him to the death."
Xiao Yang's expression was resolute, leaving no room for doubt.
The three Pavilion Lords looked at each other. They wanted to say something but hesitated. In the end, they remained silent.
After a while, they said slowly, "Mm, it's not good for us to interfere in this matter. In short, if you need us for anything, just ask."
The three Pavilion Masters said before they left the room.
After they left, Lan Jiaoye and Gu Qianqian followed them in.
Xiao Yang asked, "Were the two of you harmed in the Fang Clan?"
He still remembered that even though he fought with his life on the line against the Fang Clan's Patriarch, in the end, he was still unable to save the two women. Later on, he was knocked unconscious and didn't know what happened after that.
Lan Jiaoye smiled and explained, "Cousin, you don't have to worry. We're doing very well. It was the three Pavilion Masters who personally came to ask for us. The Fang Clan's Ancestor had no choice but to release us. Only then were we able to leave."
Gu Qianqian also smiled and said, "At that time, after we were captured and brought into the Fang family, there was a lot of fighting outside, so no one cared about us. This is all thanks to you, cousin."
"It's good that you're fine. I feel very guilty for not being able to save you before. After all, this whole thing happened because of me."
Xiao Yang felt a little guilty.
"Cousin, don't be like this. We're all a team. If there's anything, we have to share it."
Lan Jiaoye comforted her.
Gu Qianqian also comforted him softly, "In short, we're all fine now. As for the grudge with the Fang Clan, we can deal with it in the future."
The two women's attitude towards the Fang Clan was a little complicated.
After all, their Master was a member of the Fang Clan.
Xiao Yang nodded and said calmly, "Help me send the letter of challenge to the Fang Clan. One year later, I will fight the Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen to death."
As he spoke, he took out a jade slip and wrote the letter of challenge on it. After he finished writing, he handed it to Gu Qianqian.
Lan Jiaoye and Gu Qianqian exchanged glances and couldn't help but feel worried.
At this time, Bu Tianlang, Fang Zihan, Liu Quan, Li Qinghe, Chen Zhifu, Gu Shanhe, and the others came in one after another. They looked at Xiao Yang with worry and said slowly, "Brother Xiao Yang, isn't this a little too rushed?"
"Yes, we can wait for ten years."
Gu Qianqian nodded.
The difference between the fifth level and seventh level Martial Ancestor Realm was too big. When they thought about how Xiao Yang was beaten half to death by the Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen three days ago, they felt their hearts ache.
They all knew that Xiao Yang had suffered such a great crime to save them.
It wasn't easy for them to survive. They didn't want to see Xiao Yang throw away his life again.
Xiao Yang's expression was resolute as he said with certainty, "The Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen must die."
One could imagine that if Xiao Yang hadn't learned the Art of Greater Teleportation, they would've all died.
One could also imagine that if the three Pavilion Masters hadn't returned in time, Xiao Yang would've died under the Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen's blade.
Originally, Xiao Yang had planned to vent his anger on the entire Fang Clan. But after seeing the three Pavilion Masters' attitudes and considering the Poison Sect's head elder, Lan Jiaoye, and Gu Qianqian, he could only shift his hatred and resentment onto the Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen.
"Alright, Big Brother Xiao Yang, don't get worked up. I'll deliver it for you right now. But are you confident that you can raise your cultivation level by two levels in a year?"
Gu Qianqian compromised.
The rest of the people looked at Xiao Yang with concern.
Xiao Yang said with certainty, "Don't worry, I'll find a way to kill this old bastard in a year."
He'd already thought about it. At worst, he'd enter the Poisonous Insect Valley a few more times and borrow its poison to raise his cultivation level.
Otherwise, he'd work hard to comprehend the third volume of the Art of Greater Teleportation. As long as he could comprehend the third volume, he'd be able to move mountains, lakes, and seas. Wouldn't it be easy to deal with the Fang Clan's Ancestor Thirteen?
"Alright, you can all leave. I want some peace and quiet. Remember to deliver the letter of challenge. Forget it, I'll deliver it myself."
Xiao Yang took back the jade slip from Gu Qianqian's hands and summoned Flamingo. He said calmly, "Flamingo, go and deliver this letter of challenge to the Fang Family's Ancestor, Thirteen. One year later, I will definitely behead him."
Flamingo cooed a few times and used its beak to take the jade slip. Flapping its wings, it left the room in an instant.
"Put aside the grudge with the Fang Clan for now. Right now, we need to complete the sect's mission. You guys should also think about how to pry open the captive's mouth."
Xiao Yang waved them off, indicating that they should leave.
After this near-death experience, Xiao Yang seemed to have changed quite a bit.
"Alright, then Big Brother Xiao Yang, you rest well."
Gu Qianqian and the others left the room.
After Flamingo left the inn, it flew towards the Fang Clan's mansion.
Once he reached the Fang family mansion, he revealed his true form and transformed into a giant bird that was two hundred feet in size. He even released the terrifying aura of a fifth-level Martial Great Master, instantly frightening the guards at the entrance of the Fang family. They ran back to the mansion, scared witless. Their bodies trembled as they went to find the current head of the Fang family, Ancestor Thirteen, and anxiously reported to him.
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