Seven days' time was enough for many hot topics to die down.
However, the topic of Yang Wu becoming a Heavenly Alchemist became more and more heated. Even the matter of him winning the alchemy challenge against the Pavilion Master of the Medicine King's Pavilion had already been confirmed by someone.
In these seven days, the number of people gathered in front of the Yang Residence had already reached close to a thousand.
These people included the relatives and servants of the various major officials. They were all here waiting to deliver gifts on behalf of their family heads. In addition, there were some eccentrics of the pugilistic world. There were powerful cultivators, alchemists, and also some wealthy merchants. They lined up in a row, waiting for the Yang Residence to open its doors.
On the eighth day, the Yang Residence was finally unsealed and opened its doors. Everyone's spirits were lifted.
"The Yang Residence is open. It really made people wait for a long time."
"Quickly go and ask for an audience. Otherwise, if it closes again, who knows when we can enter the Yang Residence."
"I must see the Heavenly Alchemist Marquis. I came for him."
"Requesting an audience with Marquis Shaowu. I've already waited for you for seven days and seven nights."
"That's right. We've already waited for seven days and seven nights. Please meet us."
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These people cried out one after another, all of them wanting to see Yang Wu. Most of them wanted to give him gifts and establish a good relationship with him, some wanted to follow Yang Wu, and some wanted to establish a business relationship with the Yang Family …
In short, there were all kinds of people. They all wanted to enter the Yang Residence and build a good relationship with him first.
This time, the one who came out of the Yang Residence was shockingly Yang Wu himself. Behind him followed Lu Zhi, Xue Ji, Du Guang Fo, Li Dazui, Zhou Yong, and Zheng Xiaohu. They were all the top troops of the Death Legion.
Ever since Yang Wu returned to the Royal City, the Death Legion had all become his private army. This was originally against the rules, but no one dared to say a word. After all, Yang Wu did not even take the imperial edict seriously. Furthermore, he did not receive any punishment and was even rewarded as a Young Marquis.
Yang Wu had been in closed-door training for seven days. During these seven days, his spirit and temperament had reached a whole new level. Today, he was wearing a white robe and had a bright smile on his face. It was as if the brilliant sunlight was shining on everyone. Everyone's eyes were attracted to him. Whether they had seen him before or not, they all felt that this child was like the son of a fairy descending to the mortal world. That ethereal fairy aura was something that no one else possessed. They secretly praised in their hearts, "What a good Shaowu Marquis!"
Everyone was silent for a moment. They did not shout excitedly like before. Instead, they waited for Marquis Shaowu to speak. They all wanted to hear what he had to say to them.
Yang Wu stood in front of the door and scanned the people in front of him. He said, "I heard that everyone has been waiting here for several days. You must all be tired. Come, give everyone some tea and steamed buns."
As soon as he finished speaking, a servant walked out from behind and handed out tea and steamed buns to everyone.
Everyone was moved to tears. Many of the people here were servants of the various residences. They had been waiting outside the Yang Residence for the past few days and had not been able to eat or sleep well. Now that they were able to get some tea and steamed buns to quench their thirst, they felt very warm inside.
At this moment, Yang Wu spoke again, "I know why you're all here, but you're all gathered here. This has a very bad influence on my Yang Residence!" Then he continued, "Our Yang Manor has been loyal to the Emperor for generations, our sincerity is as clear as the sky. You've brought so many gifts to block my door. If this were to reach the Emperor's ears, he would think that our Yang Family is forming a faction and is trying to rebel."
Someone heard this and said, "Marquis Shaowu, we're just trying to be polite."
"Yes, yes, we're just trying to be polite. We don't have any other intentions." Someone else agreed.
Yang Wu smiled and said, "Very good. As long as you don't have any other intentions, then it's fine. My Yang Family does not want to be labeled as corrupt." He paused for a moment and waved his hand behind him, "Come, register the gifts from the various residences. From now on, you're all friends of my Yang Family. When we get back, we'll return the gifts to each of your residences."
Immediately after, the soldiers of the Death Legion walked into the crowd and collected everyone's gifts. No one was seen to register them.
The people present didn't mind. Their faces were once again filled with excitement. Since Yang Wu was able to accept their gifts, their hearts were at ease. Their gifts were all written with a gift slip, so they weren't afraid that the Yang Mansion wouldn't remember which family they were from.
"Marquis Shaowu, aren't you going to invite us to your residence?" Someone asked.
"Alright, I sincerely invite everyone to my residence. As long as you can get past the guards by my side, you can enter." Yang Wu said with a smile on his face, then turned around and returned to the courtyard.
Who was he?
He was the dignified Marquis Shaowu and a heavenly alchemist. How high was his status? Now that the Yang Residence had become a Marquis Residence again, how could ordinary people enter?
Yang Wu did not intend to make things difficult for them. Instead, he planned to establish their Yang Residence's prestige. Some officials and wealthy merchants who wanted to curry favor with them would think twice before making a fuss.
Those people outside all thought that Yang Wu was approachable, but at this moment, they realized that this young man was a lieutenant general who had returned from the border. He was also a heavenly alchemist who ranked above all the alchemists in Great Xia. How could he make friends with them so easily?
It was said that people were divided into three, six, and nine classes. Yang Wu did not have any concept of class, but he still had to abide by some worldly rules. He could not let others think that he was approachable. Otherwise, they would guard their door every day and affect the lives of his family members.
Lu Zhi replaced Yang Wu and said, "Everyone, don't be sad. My Lord is too busy and doesn't have time to greet you one by one. Why don't you all disperse? We will all be friends in the future. If there is a need, I will definitely report to my Lord and take care of you first."
"Don't say anymore. I have been guarding for so many days. I really want to enter the Yang Residence." After a burly cultivator spoke, he walked towards the door. He released the aura of the General Realm and wanted to barge in.
"This brother, I advise you not to be impulsive, lest you suffer," Lu Zhi advised kindly.
That cultivator smiled and said, "If you are my wife, I won't barge in. How about it?"
The other party's lecherous eyes swept over Lu Zhi, completely treating Lu Zhi as a woman in male disguise.
Lu Zhi's face turned black and he did not say anything more.
Very soon, this cultivator suffered a tragedy.
There was no need for the Death Legion's commander to take action either. Just one of their subordinates easily beat this cultivator into a pig's head.
With this cultivator's outcome, it scared off quite a number of people.
However, there were also people who were unconvinced. Some of them came to follow Yang Wu. Being able to follow by a heavenly alchemist's side, their path to becoming a king would definitely be much easier. How could they be scared off like this?
Just as those people were about to make a move, Du Guang Buddha clasped his hands together and said, "Amitabha, benefactors, please return. My captain has already accepted your kind intentions, don't be stubborn."
With that, he released the powerful Devil Buddha's power from his body, and a majestic king's aura swept out, causing those cultivators who wanted to rush over to vomit blood and fly backwards. Those who were not strong enough were even more frightened, but fortunately, Du Guang Buddha did not deliberately target them.
At this moment, everyone knew that the Yang Mansion already had a powerful expert guarding it, and not just anyone could be impudent here.
As a result, most of the people present left, and only a few people were still unwilling to leave.
One of them said, "I am an alchemist. I want to follow Heavenly Master Yang. Please make an exception and let me enter the Yang Mansion."
This was an old man with a very ordinary appearance. He was indeed wearing an alchemist's robe, and looked like an alchemist.
"You are the Quasi Medicine King, Geng Jian?" A middle-aged man asked the old man.
The old man glanced at the middle-aged man and replied, "That's right, I am Geng Jian. Who are you?"
"Haha, I am Guo Xiafei!" The middle-aged man laughed.
The middle-aged man was wearing a light gray robe with a long sword on his back and a wine gourd in his hand. He had the aura of a swordsman.
When the people around him heard his name, they instantly felt deep veneration for him. Guo Xiafei was a King Tier who had been famous for a long time. It was rumored that he already had the potential to enter the top ten King Tiers. This was enough to show how strong he was. The most praiseworthy thing was not his strength, but his chivalrous heart. He was truly a good person.
"So it is Hero Guo!" Geng Jian cupped his hands towards Guo Xiafei.
"Alchemist Geng is too polite. Let us think about how to enter the Yang Mansion." Guo Xiafei replied.
Without waiting for Geng Jian to reply, Lu Zhi said, "Don't be anxious. Let me verify your identities first, then I will consider whether or not to let you enter the mansion."
Lu Zhi walked down and asked Geng Yao, "Old Sir, can you tell me about your situation? We all came back from the border and are not familiar with you. We also want to know why you want to see my Lord. "
Geng Yao said without thinking, "I am a quasi Medicine King. Unfortunately, I have never been able to become a true Medicine King. I want to follow the Heavenly Master Marquis and hope to receive some guidance. As long as I can become a Medicine King, I am willing to follow the Heavenly Master Marquis."
Geng Yao was a well-known figure in the Royal City. He was a self-taught alchemist. The Medicine King's Pavilion had tried to recruit him many times, but to no avail.
After Lu Zhi heard this, he nodded and asked Guo Xiafei a similar question.
Guo Xiafei also answered truthfully. He was a rogue cultivator, and being able to reach the high level king realm was already his limit. It would not be easy for him to go any higher. Yang Wu's appearance gave him hope.
The others were Pang Yuan, Huang Changjian, Lin Kai, and Shu Luoqiu. They all had different abilities and wanted to join the Yang Mansion.
After Lu Zhi asked similar questions, he announced, "Everyone, let's go in together. Whether or not you can follow my lord will depend on your ability."
The six people present were overjoyed. They did not think that they would get the chance to meet Yang Wu so easily.
In reality, this was the result of Yang Wu and Lu Zhi's discussion. It was time for them to add some reliable people.
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