Withdrawing the flames, Yang Xuan felt an inexplicable sense of melancholy in his heart.
Logically speaking, he should be happy that he had avenged his father. However, for some reason, he did not feel the slightest bit of happiness in his heart.
Perhaps it was Yang Qingshi's madness before his death that reminded him of himself. Perhaps it was Yang Qingshi's hoarse roar that stirred his heart. Perhaps it was Yang Qingshi's repeated cries of "I'm not convinced" that made him see his own shadow. In short, he did not feel the slightest bit of joy from avenging his great hatred.
In a sense, Yang Qingshi and he were the same kind of people. They both roared unwillingly at their own fates, and even fought unyieldingly.
The only difference was that Yang Qingshi met him, so he failed.
On the path of resisting fate, you and I are just mortals. How insignificant is our strength?
Would he also meet a person one day who sneered at him, and then with a light slap, send him back to the original path of fate, or even kill him?
No! Absolutely not!
My fate can only be controlled by myself. My path can only be walked by myself.
Those who stop me, die!
Slowly, Yang Xuan's eyes revealed a determined look. He clenched his fists tightly.
My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of the heavens!
Yang Xuan roared in his heart.
Power, power!
Only with power can I trample all those who stand in my way under my feet. Only with power can I turn all those who dare to control my fate into ashes.
At this moment, Yang Xuan's conviction was incomparably firm. His heart seemed to have undergone a baptism, becoming incomparably clear.
Everyone in the Yang Family quietly looked at Yang Xuan. Although they did not know what Yang Xuan was thinking, no one dared to disturb him. If Yang Xuan did not move, they could only wait.
After a long time, Yang Xuan finally calmed down. He did not even look at the crowd. He turned and left as if nothing had happened, leaving behind only corpses and death.
"Mother!" Yang Xuan sat down beside Qian Shi.
Qian Shi was sewing a piece of clothing. She had toiled for half her life. Even though there were many people serving her every day, she still didn't change her habit of working hard. Even though she knew that the current Yang Xuan wouldn't wear these clothes anymore.
"Little Xuan, what's wrong?" Qian Shi didn't stop what she was doing and asked.
Yang Xuan paused for a moment, as if he was thinking of how to phrase it. After a while, he said, "Someone came to our house today!"
Qian Shi looked at Yang Xuan strangely. She didn't seem to understand why Yang Xuan was telling her this.
Yang Xuan continued, "This person is called Yang Qingshi!"
Qian shi's body shook violently, and the sewing needle in her hand pierced into her palm. Blood immediately seeped out.
Yang Xuan hurriedly pulled Qian Shi's hand. A faint green light flashed, and the needle hole disappeared.
Qian Shi didn't seem to notice. She seemed to be frightened by this name, and she stared blankly at Yang Xuan.
After a while, she finally reacted. She grabbed Yang Xuan's hand and said anxiously, "Who did you say?"
"Yang Qingshi!" Yang Xuan repeated.
Qian Shi's body shook again. She suddenly stood up, grabbed Yang Xuan's arm, and walked out. At the same time, she said anxiously, "Go, go! Let's go find him! "
Yang Xuan didn't move. He only said, "No need. He's not here anymore!"
Qian Shi turned around, and her expression became abnormally angry. "Why didn't you stop him? Do you know that he … he … your father was beaten to death by him!"
Yang Xuan didn't have a trace of anxiousness on his face. He said, "I know!"
"Then why did you …?" Qian Shi asked anxiously. She didn't notice Yang Xuan's tone.
"He's dead …" Yang Xuan said.
"Quickly go and chase him back. Avenge your father!" Qian Shi didn't hear what Yang Xuan said. At this moment, she remembered the moment when he saw Yang Qingtian's corpse. He felt helpless and angry.
"Mother, he's dead!" Yang Xuan said again.
"Ah? Who's dead? "Qian Shi finally heard what Yang Xuan said.
"Yang Qingshi is dead. I killed him. I've avenged my father!" Yang Xuan said.
Qian Shi was stunned.
…
"Lan 'er, I didn't expect you to be so beautiful as a bride!"
"You're so talkative!"
"I want to live happily with you for the rest of my life. Let's have a bunch of sons, okay?"
"No way, we just want a son!"
"Hehe, okay, we'll do as you say!"
…
"Lan 'er, our son will be called Yang Xuan in the future. I want his name to resound throughout the world, haha!"
"I don't want that. I just want our son to grow up safely, get married, and have children! I don't want him to be like you, fighting and killing all day long! "
"How can that be? My son must become a great hero!"
"Okay, okay, look at how happy you are!"
…
The past flashed through Qian Shi's mind like smoke. It was vivid and clear.
Suddenly, large teardrops rolled down her face and smashed heavily onto the ground.
"Qingtian, are you watching?" Qian Shi muttered to herself.
…
Ever since she learned that Yang Xuan had been killed by Yang Qingshi, Qian Shi became very strange. She always stayed in her room quietly, holding Yang Qingtian's memorial tablet in a daze. She didn't say a word, and sometimes she didn't even eat. This made Yang Xuan very nervous, but he didn't know how to comfort his mother.
After a period of time, Qian Shi seemed to have finally walked out of her memories of the past. She seemed to have put down a huge rock in her heart and figured out something. She didn't put away Yang Xuan's memorial tablet anymore. Instead, she solemnly placed it on the altar table and even asked Yang Xuan to kneel and offer incense.
Then, Qian Shi returned to her normal life, peaceful and happy.
Yang Xuan let out a long sigh of relief. He finally had time to think about his own matters.
In Yang Xuan's room, he sat quietly on the bed with his eyes closed. His mind had sunk into his Dantian.
In the void of his Dantian, nine huge cyclones were like ancient giants, slowly revolving around the Core of Will in the center of his Dantian. The Core of Will had become the size of a goose egg. It emitted a soft white light, mysterious and beautiful.
Yang Xuan tried to absorb the Spiritual Qi of the outside world, but no matter how much he absorbed, the nine huge cyclones didn't change.
After another attempt, there was no effect. Yang Xuan sighed and had to give up this attempt. He knew that his path of cultivation had reached a critical point. If he couldn't find a way to break it, then it was very likely that he would be stuck at this stage for the rest of his life.
What was above Qi Refining?
Foundation Establishment.
A name appeared in his mind.
Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Core, Nascent Soul …
He knew it clearly, but … what was the use?
He only knew these realms, but he didn't know how to enter the next realm.
This was the sorrow of a loner in the world of martial arts.
Thinking of this, Yang Xuan felt inexplicably irritated. He dispersed the Spiritual Qi he absorbed, got off the bed, and walked out of the courtyard.
As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, a guard came to report: City Lord Liu Zhenghe asked for an audience.
Yang Xuan felt very strange. He didn't know what the City Lord of Peaceful City wanted. It was reasonable to say that he and Liu Zhenghe had never met before, and had never even spoken a word. He only saw him from afar when he was competing with Sun Zhan. There shouldn't be any interaction between them.
Moreover, if Liu Zhenghe had something to say, he could discuss it with Yang Qingshan. There was no need to see him. Besides, with Yang Xuan's current status in the Yang family, not everyone could ask to see him. If it wasn't a very important matter, he would never be disturbed.
Thinking of this, he followed the guard out of Yuexin Garden and walked towards the Yang family's reception hall. Along the way, regardless of whether it was the Yang family's disciples or servants, he soon arrived at the reception hall. The guard at the door saw Yang Xuan coming and hurriedly saluted. Just as he was about to announce his arrival, he was stopped by Yang Xuan. Then, he walked into the hall.
As soon as he entered the hall, he saw Yang Qingshan and Liu Zhenghe respectfully talking to a person.
This person was dressed in a green robe and was about twenty years old. His face was thin and serious, and his whole body exuded the unique aura of a superior. This kind of temperament could not be formed by a person who had been in a superior position for a long time.
There was no arrogance in his expression, but there was an invisible seriousness that kept people a thousand miles away. In the face of City Lord Liu Zhenghe's undisguised flattery, he didn't fake it at all. But in front of Yang Qingshan, he was obviously a little humble, smiling and nodding from time to time.
When Liu Xuan walked into the hall, he saw such a scene.
Seeing Yang Xuan walk in, Yang Qingshan hurriedly got up, took a few steps forward, and saluted, "Grand Elder!"
The green-robed man and Liu Zhenghe also hurriedly stood up. Without waiting for Liu Zhenghe to speak, the green-robed man quickly stepped forward and respectfully saluted Yang Xuan, saying, "Grandmaster Yang!"
Liu Zhenghe also hurriedly followed, "Grandmaster Yang!"
Yang Xuan looked at the green-robed man in confusion, asking, "You are?"
The green-robed man hurriedly saluted again, saying, "The seventh son of the Yan imperial family, Yan Feiwen, greets Grandmaster Yang!"
Yang Xuan was stunned. He didn't expect the person in front of him to be a prince of Yan. For a moment, he was slightly moved. However, at this moment, he naturally wouldn't be like the other commoners, saluting and calling him a thousand years old. This was a result of personal strength, and there was no room for pretense. Moreover, even a prince of a country wouldn't be able to receive such a salute from Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan was only slightly surprised, but he immediately understood. He lightly saluted with his fists, saying, "So it's Your Highness!"
Yan Feiwen hurriedly said, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare!" His attitude was extremely respectful.
The few of them sat down again, and Yang Xuan naturally sat at the head of the table. After the maidservant served tea again, Yang Xuan said, "I wonder what Your Highness has come here for?"
Yan Feiwen slightly tilted his body, his expression respectful as he said, "I've come here mainly to bring the imperial court's reward for Grandmaster Yang. At the same time, on behalf of the Yan imperial family, I'd like to invite Grandmaster Yang to the capital to join our Yan Hall of Masters and become a Grandmaster Protector of the country …"
Yan Feiwen had clearly made preparations before coming. He had understood Yang Xuan's situation and said respectfully, "Grandmaster Yang has already reached the Xiantian realm. I'm sure you know that the power of a Xiantian master is incomparable, far surpassing that of a Houtian warrior. The Hall of Masters is an organization that I, Yan, established for Xiantian masters to become a Grandmaster Protector of the country. A Grandmaster Protector is the most important power of a country.
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