One month later, in Yongzhou.
A ray of white light flew over from the distant horizon. It did not take long for it to stop in the void outside of White Fog Island.
After the light faded, Yang Qian's figure was revealed.
Soon, a group of Yang family's disciples flew out of the White Fog Island.
"Hey, it's the young patriarch." The leader, a tall and thin man, recognized Yang Qian.
"Since you know it's me, get out of the way!" Yang Qian said lightly.
"Young patriarch, the old patriarch has ordered you to see him immediately after you come back. There must be no delay." The tall and thin man reminded.
"Got it." Yang Qian raised his eyebrows and made a gesture with one hand. The white long sword under his feet shone brightly and carried him to the White Fog Island.
After a while, Yang Qian stopped in front of a blue palace that was hundreds of feet high.
He put away the flying sword and strode in.
Yang Qian walked to the outside of a secret room and said respectfully, "Grandson Yang Qian is ordered to come to see the old patriarch."
"Hmph, look at what you've done. You still have the face to come back." A man's voice came from the secret room. Judging from his tone, he was a little dissatisfied.
Hearing this, Yang Qian was shocked and didn't dare to explain.
"Come in and talk."
With a "peng" sound, the stone door was opened.
Yang Qian didn't think much and walked in.
As soon as he walked in, the stone door closed.
The hall was empty and there was no one. There was a delicate incense burner in the corner with a burning sandalwood stick in it.
"Take a seat for a while. I'm busy with a small matter." A man's voice came from a secret room.
Hearing this, Yang Qian naturally didn't dare to say no.
Half an hour later, with a bang, the door of the secret room opened. An old man in a yellow robe and a handsome man in white walked out of the secret room. The man in white was Wang Changsheng.
"Old patriarch, this senior is …?" Yang Qian saw Wang Changsheng and was slightly stunned. He asked curiously.
"Hehe, this fellow said that he wants to see you. He's an old acquaintance of yours." The old man in the yellow robe smiled and explained.
"An old acquaintance?" Yang Qian was confused. He hesitated for a while and asked, "May I know how to address you? Has this junior seen senior anywhere before? "
"Haha, you are very familiar with my name. I'm afraid you won't be able to forget it for the rest of your life. Listen carefully, my name is Wang Changsheng." Wang Changsheng chuckled and said word by word with a very serious expression.
"What? Wang Changsheng? "Yang Qian's expression changed drastically as he opened his mouth to spit out his Intrinsic Flying Sword.
But he was horrified to find that he couldn't use any of his magic power.
Wang Changsheng's figure flickered and suddenly appeared in front of Yang Qian.
He clenched his right fist and smashed it into Yang Qian's abdomen.
"Bang!" Yang Qian's body suddenly flew out and hit the stone wall, then fell down heavily.
With a "pu" sound, Yang Qian's face turned red and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.
"Impossible! How could you have become a Yuanying Cultivator? Ancestor, this person is Wang Changsheng. He has a grudge against me. Kill him quickly!" Yang Qian's face paled as he yelled at the yellow-robed old man.
In response, the yellow-robed old man ignored him and remained motionless.
"Haha, haven't you noticed that your ancestor's body doesn't have a trace of magic power? He is already dead. Back then, your Yang Clan destroyed my Wang Clan. Today, I will make your Yang Clan pay with blood. "Wang Changsheng chuckled and coldly said with a murderous look in his eyes.
"Haha, what do you mean I caused your Wang Clan to be ruined? If it weren't for your flowery words and flowery speech to deceive Senior Sister Murong, she would have long since become my Dual Cultivation Dao Companion. If you hadn't fought with me over Senior Sister Murong, would I have schemed against you? You asked for this. Wang Changsheng, if it weren't for you, I might have already become the Sect Master of the Taiqing Palace. Speaking of which, your clan members were all killed because of you. "Yang Qian laughed and said with a ferocious expression.
"Hmmph, you are about to die and you still want to talk back. Let's see how long you can talk back." Wang Changsheng sneered.
After saying that, he took out three porcelain bottles from his bosom. After uncorking the bottles, a black centipede, a foot-long dark green snake, and a purple scorpion crawled out and quickly crawled towards Yang Qian.
Yang Qian cursed and hurriedly dodged to the side.
Wang Changsheng's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. With a flick of his finger, a ray of white light shot out and landed on Yang Qian's body.
Yang Qian had no spiritual power left. He was immobilized by a simple Fixed Body Spell and could not move.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the three poisonous insects quickly crawled to his feet. The black centipede and the small green snake each bit Yang Qian. The purple scorpion's stinger pierced Yang Qian.
Yang Qian's face became twisted, as if he was in extreme pain.
Wang Changsheng waved his sleeve and removed the Fixed Body Spell.
Yang Qian immediately let out a series of blood-curdling screams. He fell to the ground and rolled around. His body was alternating between hot and cold.
These three venomous worms were all Gu worms that had been killed by thousands of venomous worms. Although they were only Level 4 venomous worms, their toxicity was not below that of ordinary Level 5 venomous worms.
Wang Changsheng did not want Yang Qian to die like this. He wanted to properly torture Yang Qian.
He fed Yang Qian two antidote pills to prevent Yang Qian, who had lost all his spiritual power, from being poisoned to death.
Although he would not be poisoned to death, Yang Qian was still in extreme pain. His body was alternating between hot and cold.
Wang Changsheng felt that it was about time. He put away the three Gu insects and patted the corpse bag at his waist. Ye Mingyue flew out.
"I will leave him to you. Don't let him die too easily. After he dies, make sure to torture his soul." Wang Changsheng instructed.
"This servant obeys." Ye Mingyue licked her red lips and agreed.
Wang Changsheng lifted his foot and walked towards a secret room. The yellow-robed elder followed closely behind.
Not long after, an extremely miserable scream rang out.
In the following half a month, representatives of Cultivation Sects and Cultivation Clans arrived at the White Fog Island one after another. There were hundreds of people, including Core Formation Stage cultivators and Qi Condensation Stage cultivators. Yang Tiansheng arranged accommodations for them.
Under Wang Changsheng's instructions, Yang Tiansheng ordered all the Yang Clan's Core Formation cultivators to return to White Fog Island under the orders of the Yang Clan's Yuanying Ancestor.
There were some people who were suspicious of their Ancestor's actions. After being harshly reprimanded by their Ancestor, these people did not dare to say anything. They obediently returned to White Fog Island.
At the same time, under the orders of the Yang Clan's Yuanying Ancestor, the black-faced man was responsible for guarding the Soul Hall. He did not allow anyone to enter or leave the Soul Hall.
Out of caution, Wang Changsheng allowed Yang Tiansheng to use the name of the Yuanying Ancestor to allow these doubtful Yang Clan elders to take care of the guests that came to participate in the Treasure Seizing Conference.
On this day, seven melodious sounds of bells rang out, and the Treasure Seizing Assembly held by the Yang family officially began. The Yang family's protective array was activated, and the entire White Fog Island was enveloped by a shining blue light barrier, allowing entry but not exit.
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