In the center of his dantian, there were two huge white cyclones, like the sun and the moon. With the center of his dantian as a point, they slowly rotated.
In an instant, a mysterious feeling welled up in his heart.
Yang Xuan seemed to feel that there was a strange connection between him and the two cyclones. It was as if the two were one and could not be separated. There was an inexplicable energy that filled his limbs and bones, making him feel very comfortable.
Yang Xuan tried to take a step forward.
The forest behind the Yang family's mountain was mostly planted with pine trees, and most of them were very old. The thickest ones would require three people to wrap their arms around it, and the thinnest ones were as thick as a bowl.
The pine trees were stubborn, firm and unyielding. Even if you used an axe to chop them, it would take a lot of effort to chop them down.
With this step, Yang Xuan suddenly crossed a distance of ten feet. Caught off guard and unable to dodge, he slammed into a pine tree as thick as a thigh.
What was even more unexpected to Yang Xuan was that the pine tree as thick as his thigh actually split apart with a cracking sound.
Needles fell from the sky.
This …?
Yang Xuan was dumbfounded. Looking at this dream-like scene, he subconsciously touched his forehead. Other than a slight itch, he did not feel anything.
After staring blankly for a long time, Yang Xuan suddenly raised his palm and slapped at another pine tree.
This time, he "saw" that as he waved his palm, an unknown force came out from the two cyclones in his dantian, and quickly flowed from his arm to his palm.
"Kacha!"
The pine tree that was as thick as the mouth of a bowl broke. The broken branches flew out in an instant and fiercely hit another tree, making a loud sound. The branches and leaves splashed in all directions, the momentum was great.
Yang Xuan was silent. After a long time, he suddenly laughed. His voice was very low, like a lunatic.
Yang Xuan's laughter continued for a long time. As he laughed, tears slowly flowed out of his eyes. He continued to laugh, laughed until his entire body trembled, laughed until the sky darkened, laughed until his entire body was powerless. He could no longer stand, and fell to the ground.
For a long time, a long time.
…
When Yang Xuan returned to the clan, it seemed that the servants were all talking about the strange things that happened last night.
"Hey, did you feel it last night?"
"Of course, I thought I was the only one who felt it. I didn't expect everyone to feel it."
"It's really bad luck. The two hundred golden pheasants I'm responsible for looking after have all died inexplicably. How can I explain this?"
"Quiet, quiet, the Fourth Chief Steward is here!"
For a moment, no one said anything.
Yang Jing's face was ugly. He hurried past and saw the servants standing in a pile. A trace of anger flashed across his face. He scolded: "What nonsense are you talking about? Go and do what you're supposed to do. Whoever dares to gossip will be punished according to the family rules. Go, go, go! "
The servants immediately dispersed in an uproar.
Just as Yang Jing was about to leave, he suddenly saw Yang Xuan standing at the side. His face was immediately unhappy, and he said in a strange tone, "Young Master Xuan, what are you still standing here for? Have you finished all the work? "
Yang Xuan glanced at him and said, "Not yet!" Then, he walked away.
"You …"
A trace of anger flashed across Yang Jing's face. He cursed in his heart: "Trash, you really think you're a young master. Bah!"
He wanted to humiliate Yang Xuan as usual, but when he thought that the patriarch had ordered people to look for him, he could only give up. He just viciously stared at Yang Xuan's back and hurried away.
At the same time, in the family's meeting room.
The patriarch, Yang Qingshan, sat on the main seat with an ugly face. On the seats below him, there were eight patriarchs, all of whom were seated.
After an indescribable silence, Yang Qingshan finally couldn't help but say: "Tell me, last night … what happened?"
The eight patriarchs looked at each other and didn't say anything.
After a long while, the Second Elder, Yang Zhennan, stroked his sparse goatee and shook his head. "The enormous pressure last night came and went as quickly as it came. It was like a fleeting glimpse. I couldn't feel it at all. There's really no way to investigate!"
Yang Qingshan's face became more and more ugly, and his brows wrinkled.
At this time, the others also began to discuss, but no matter how they talked, they couldn't come to a conclusion.
Yang Qingshan saw that it was too noisy, so he patted the armrest of the chair and stood up. Just as he was about to say something, a disciple suddenly came in and reported: "Patriarch, the fourth steward asks for an audience!"
Yang Qingshan sat down again and waved his hand: "Let him in!"
After Yang Jing came in, he didn't have time to salute Yang Qingshan and the other patriarchs. Yang Qingshan impatiently said: "Yang Jing, you don't need to be so polite. You report the situation of the family!"
Yang Jing returned the salute first and then said: "Patriarch and the other patriarchs, last night, two hundred golden pheasants, five hundred broilers, and more than a hundred sheep died inexplicably. Two of the horses in the stables also died. In addition, the carps and crucian carps in the family's fish ponds all turned over and died. "
Pausing for a moment to observe everyone's faces, Yang Jing carefully said, "In addition, last night, the servants in the clan all felt an inexplicable palpitation, as if … hmm …" Yang Jing scratched his head, as if he found it difficult to speak.
Yang Qingshan patted the armrest and said angrily: "If you have something to say, say it quickly!"
Yang Jing was shocked and said submissively: "Yes, yes! According to the servants, could it be some kind of monster? "
"Nonsense!" Fourth Patriarch Yang Zhenbei scolded.
"Yes, yes, I've already told them to shut up!" Yang Jing said submissively.
"En, you've done well! This kind of rumor must not be spread again. You pass down my verbal order, if anyone dares to spread this rumor again, they will be beaten a hundred times! "
Yang Jing couldn't help but shiver when he heard this.
"This is going to kill people!" His heart trembled as he secretly thought to himself! At the same time, he didn't dare to be negligent and hurriedly said: "Understood!"
Yang Qingshan waved his hand and Yang Jing bowed and left.
After Yang Jing left, the people in the meeting hall all had ugly expressions, and there was an inexplicable fear slowly growing in everyone's hearts.
For a moment, no one said anything.
After a long time, First Patriarch Yang Zhendong's eyes were filled with fear and he said bitterly: "Everyone, in this situation, I think there is only one possibility …" At this point, his voice was inexplicably trembling, but even he didn't notice it.
Yang Qingshan's expression was also ugly. Obviously, he also thought of that possibility.
There was a trace of fear in his eyes as he slowly scanned the people in the hall. Everyone's expression was very ugly, and there was fear in their eyes. Obviously, they also thought of that possibility.
After a long while, Yang Qingshan and Yang Zhendong looked at each other and said at the same time, their voices were incomparably bitter.
"Innate!!!"
"Innate master!"
As soon as these words were said, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became incomparably oppressive, as if the word 'innate' had boundless magical power, and even if it was said, it could give people a heavy pressure.
When the elders heard this word, their eyes were filled with fear, and there were even some who trembled slightly, their fingers pinching the armrests of their chairs as if a disaster was about to befall them.
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