Protect Our Patriarch

No wonder Mr. Yin was so shocked.

The academy system of Daqian had cultivated generations of outstanding talents, and the Yinsha Sect had been entangled with the academy for thousands of years, with numerous battles between their elite disciples.

Therefore, he knew well that the core disciples and direct disciples of the academy were not to be trifled with.

And the core disciples and direct disciples from the Xuanbing Palace lineage were even more difficult to deal with!

"Hmph~ Enough talk! Prepare to die!"

Long Yan's face was frosty, and a cold murderous intent burst from her eyes.

Long Yan's sword, carrying a storm of ice and snow, howled out. Within the Xuanbing domain of several tens of feet, everything seemed to be frozen. Any cultivator with slightly weaker strength would be frozen stiff in an instant, or even frozen to death.

Even those with considerable strength would be significantly affected within the Xuanbing domain, at least their speed would be greatly reduced.

However, Mr. Yin seemed unaffected by this Xuanbing domain.

His movements were elusive and unpredictable. Somehow, with a flicker and a float, he managed to get behind Long Yan.

Under the moonlight, his withered face looked even more sinister.

As a powerful cultivator who had lived for over a hundred years, his mental fortitude far exceeded that of ordinary people. At this moment, he had regained his calm and composure, a sneer crossed his zombie-like face: "Hmph~ Arrogant! What of an academy disciple? It's not like I haven't killed one before."

As his words fell, a hand suddenly appeared from the wide sleeve of his robe.

It was a thin, dark green hand, like that of a zombie. It pointed like a sword, aiming straight at Long Yan.

A surge of Yinsha Xuanqi rushed to the tip of his finger, instantly transforming into a burst of energy!

"Hisss~!" The highly condensed, ghastly green energy tore through the air, causing a series of sharp whistles.

"Yinsha Xuan Finger!" This was one of the signature Xuanwu combat techniques of the Yinsha Sect. Not only did it have a strong piercing ability, but once the Yinsha Qi invaded the body, it would continuously corrode your internal organs, causing unbearable pain.

Back then, the torment Long Yan suffered from the Yinsha Qi was thanks to this "Yinsha Xuan Finger".

At this moment, Long Yan's sword missed, she had no time to turn around, let alone change her move, she could only accelerate her Xuanqi to block the attack with the Turtle Scale Shield.

"Bang!" The deep blue energy shield released by the Turtle Scale Shield shook violently, like ripples on water, and dissipated the Yinsha Finger into nothingness.

Taking advantage of this brief moment, she flickered and burst out instantly. Long Yan's sword once again transformed into thousands of ice lights, enveloping Mr. Yin!

At this point, both of them felt the difficulty of the other. They fought back and forth, seemingly evenly matched.

What troubled Mr. Yin the most was that Long Yan, not only had strong offense and defense, but his proud "Yinsha Shura Flag" seemed to have no effect on her. What was even more terrifying was that she did not avoid the Yinsha Qi while moving around, but instead absorbed it into her body.

The Yinsha storm created by the "Yinsha Shura Flag" not only failed to hinder her in the slightest, but instead became a source of nourishment for her Xuanqi. Under the cover of the Yinsha storm, she seemed to become more and more courageous in battle, and her attacks became sharper and sharper.

"So that's how it is! So that's how it is!" Mr. Yin was both shocked and angry, "You've actually cultivated our Yinsha Sect's Yin-transforming method!"

He could hardly believe it. The academy and the Yinsha Sect had always been at odds, this woman was too bold. Didn't she fear being pursued by the higher-ups in the academy?!

Long Yan couldn't be bothered to answer him directly, she only spoke to weaken his fighting spirit: "Your Yinsha Shura Flag is not bad. It can serve as a supplement for me."

While they were verbally sparring, they continued to fight fiercely.

No, something's not right! Mr. Yin was uncertain, even if it were other core disciples or direct disciples of the Yinsha Sect, they couldn't achieve what this woman was doing.

They would indeed be less affected in the Yinsha storm, but they couldn't absorb the Yinsha Qi on the spot.

How could he have known that Long Yan had been tormented by the Yinsha poison for fifty years, constantly fighting against it, and in the process, her body was constantly changing and evolving passively.

After she had cultivated the method to absorb the Yinsha Qi, she discovered that her body's adaptability to the Yinsha Qi even surpassed that of the Xuanbing Qi, leading to the current situation.

What frustrated Mr. Yin the most was that he couldn't put away the "Yinsha Shura Flag". Once he did, those soldiers would come to surround him. As long as they slightly delayed him, he would be done for.

Under these unfavorable conditions, Mr. Yin's originally calm demeanor disappeared without a trace, becoming increasingly anxious.

If he couldn't break through, there was only one way to death. Immediately, a look of determination appeared on Mr. Yin's face. His hand swiped over his storage ring.

The next moment, a black stone coffin, about a foot long and three feet wide, "thud" landed on the ground, directly creating a pit in the sandy ground.

Under the moonlight, the material of this stone coffin seemed to connect with the abyss, swallowing all the surrounding light. The eerie crimson runes covered the entire surface of the coffin, as if it was dripping blood.

Threads of chilling cold air seeped from the cracks of the stone coffin, making the air on the entire rocky beach seem a few degrees colder.

"This is..." Long Yan's face changed slightly.

The difficulty of dealing with the Yinsha Sect lay in their endless strange methods.

Some powerful members of the Yinsha Sect would even refine "Yinsha Poisonous Corpses". These were extremely evil and terrifying weapons of war.

If she wasn't mistaken, this black coffin should be the "Corpse Storage Coffin" her senior brother had mentioned to her.

As for what was stored inside the "Corpse Storage Coffin", it was probably the "Yinsha Poisonous Corpse"!

The soldiers of the patrol camp who were responsible for the encirclement also changed their faces and became extremely nervous when they saw this scene.

Sure enough, the moment the "Corpse Storage Coffin" landed, Mr. Yin had already bitten his tongue, and a mouthful of essence blood sprayed onto the dark coffin lid.

For this treasure, even his storage ring was a specially customized mid-grade spiritual tool. But now, in order to survive, he had to give up what he should give up.

The dark stone slab was extremely strange. As soon as the essence blood fell on it, it was instantly absorbed.

The next moment, it began to tremble violently. The sound of "clang clang" kept coming from under the coffin lid, as if a peerless beast was about to break out of the coffin.

The soldiers of the patrol camp unconsciously retreated.

"Boom~!" The heavy lid of the Corpse Storage Coffin was suddenly flung open.

A dark green zombie hand stretched out from the coffin, grabbed the edge of the coffin, and suddenly exerted force.

The next moment, an ugly Yinsha Poisonous Corpse climbed out of the coffin, swaying.

Its size was several times that of a human, and its green-black body covered with corpse spots looked particularly ugly and terrifying under the moonlight, as if it had undergone a mutation.

But upon closer inspection, one would find that its body was covered with a metallic luster, like gold and stone. This was because its body had been refined by special means, and its hardness and defense were no less than that of metal.

In addition, a thick black poisonous gas was constantly spreading from its body.

This was a mixture of Yinsha Qi and highly toxic Yinsha Poisonous Gas. Its strangeness and power were even more formidable than the Yinsha Qi.

"Go!" Mr. Yin shouted, and the Yinsha Poisonous Corpse immediately leaped out of the Corpse Storage Coffin and rushed towards Long Yan with a speed that did not match its huge size.

"Thump! Thump! Thump~!" The ground kept trembling.

It was like an ancient giant elephant rampaging on the ground, reckless, without any rules, but it brought out a terrifying momentum that seemed unstoppable.

Long Yan's face was solemn, and she kept retreating while waving her Long Yan Sword, sending out one after another Xuanbing Sword Qi onto the Yinsha Poisonous Corpse.

The sword qi was chilling, leaving deep bone-visible wounds on the Poisonous Corpse, but the Yinsha Poisonous Corpse didn't feel any pain at all. No matter how Long Yan moved, it couldn't stop its charge. For a moment, Long Yan was actually held back.

"Hahaha~ You just play with my Yinsha Corpse Puppet! I won't accompany you~"

Mr. Yin grinned hideously, then began to break through the encirclement with the "Yinsha Shura Flag".

One after another, the thick Yinsha Wind howled out from the flag, not to mention the ordinary patrol camp soldiers, even the Lingtai Realm cultivators would be skinned if they entered the range of the Yinsha Storm, and even left with lingering problems.

The soldiers of the patrol camp were intimidated by the power of Yinsha and had to keep retreating.

Just as Mr. Yin was about to break through the encirclement.

Suddenly, a deep voice came from the night sky: "Ancestor Long Yan, leave this Yinsha Poisonous Corpse to me. You continue to deal with that evil man from the Yinsha Sect."

As the voice fell, an old man in a green robe floated down from the high ground of the north slope. With a sweep of his long spear, he blocked the Yinsha Poisonous Corpse for Ancestor Long Yan.

This old man was dignified and awe-inspiring.

He seemed to merge with the long spear in his hand, each move carrying an air of dominance.

Under his attack, the reckless momentum of the Yinsha Poisonous Corpse was actually suppressed.

This old man was none other than the famous Ancestor Ruhong of the Chen's Clan in Donggang.

It turned out that Liu Ruolan noticed the change in the situation here, controlled the Jinsha River water to send out a signal code, and Ancestor Ruhong immediately came to support.

Seeing him, Long Yan's cold eyes showed a slight joy, but Mr. Yin's expression stalled.

"Another expert?!" How is that possible?! How many experts did the other party arrange outside, one after another, as if they were endless?!

Unfortunately, Mr. Yin didn't understand his opponent at all. If he had a chance to meet the two ancestors of the Liu's Clan and Zhao's Clan after his death, they would definitely tell him not to underestimate Wang Shouzhe.

Just as Mr. Yin was shocked, Long Yan, who had broken free, had already blocked Mr. Yin's path with a cold face.

...Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Huangfu Clan's mansion.

The atmosphere was harmonious, with various bigwigs mingling and laughing over their drinks.

To liven up the atmosphere, the Huangfu Clan even arranged for a team of beautiful songstresses to perform. Musicians played enchanting music, and the dancers moved gracefully, their postures elegant and varied.

The Huangfu Clan spent a considerable amount every year to maintain this team of songstresses.

However, this was the face of the Celestial Clan. Most Celestial Clans would keep some songstresses and musicians, and even engage in competition.

This showed the power and wealth of the Celestial Clans, which were indeed incomparable to ordinary Basalt Clans.

At least as far as Wang Shouzhe knew, he had never seen an eighth-rank clan specifically keeping songstresses.

To watch song and dance performances, one could only go to "special" places.

However, because the entertainment industry on Earth had developed to the pinnacle, Wang Shouzhe, who had once been "deeply affected" by it, could not muster any enthusiasm for these passionless dances.

On the contrary, the other clan leaders were all watching with great interest.

Especially Gongsun Yan, who had just taken over the position of clan leader not long ago, was so engrossed that his eyes were almost popping out.

What Wang Shouzhe was more concerned about was the "Lady Ji" who was arranged to sit in the chief seat. This identity had been thoroughly investigated and was very consistent with this plan.

With Wang Mei's ability, she naturally knew Lady Ji's life and habits by heart.

However, there was still a legitimate heir of the Ji's Clan sitting in the chief seat - Ji Mingyu.

At this time, the clan leader Huangfu Jin also came over to toast. If Ji Mingyu didn't recognize Lady Ji, there would be some trouble.

Originally, Wang Shouzhe was slightly worried about Wang Mei.

Unexpectedly, the Lady Ji played by Wang Mei took the initiative to start a conversation with Ji Mingyu, her eyes slightly resentful: "Brother Mingyu, I've been sitting here for half a day, and you haven't even noticed me?"

The title "Brother Mingyu" made Ji Mingyu's hair stand on end. His eyes were full of surprise as he looked at Lady Ji and weakly asked: "May I ask, who is this lady, no, madam?"

The other party's dress was clearly that of a mature married woman, like a ripe peach.

Their conversation attracted everyone's attention. Especially Huangfu Jin, his eyebrows twitched slightly. Ji Mingyu didn't recognize Lady Ji?

"Brother Mingyu, you really don't recognize me." Lady Ji's eyes narrowed, full of resentment, "I'm Youwei, your ninth uncle's sister. When we were young, I always followed you around."

"Youwei?" Ji Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then slapped his forehead and said with great surprise, "I remember now, you are the second girl from my ninth uncle's family."

Lady Ji's face turned red, she rolled her eyes and said with a slight anger: "Brother Mingyu, you don't have to mention my girlhood nickname in public, do you?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Ji Mingyu quickly stood up and apologized, "Sister Youwei, I haven't seen you for more than twenty years, I was just too anxious, please don't be offended."

Ji Mingyu had gone to the academy when he was eighteen and had been there ever since. The academy was a lot of fun, with many powerful characters and plenty of fights. Although he would return home to visit his family every few years, he couldn't possibly see everyone.

The Ji's Clan was not a small family, and there were many people in the clan.

"Brother Mingyu, as the pride of the academy, it's normal for you not to remember your little sister. But Brother Mingyu, you've always been my idol." Lady Ji raised her cup with a charming smile, "I toast to you, wishing you to step into the Celestial Realm soon."

Ji Mingyu felt a little guilty in his heart, raised his cup in return. After drinking the wine, he asked with some curiosity: "By the way, I remember Youwei, you seemed to have married into the Zhou Clan, why are you here in Changning?"

As soon as the Zhou Clan was mentioned, Lady Ji's face turned a little ugly. She poured a cup of spirit wine and drank it all in one gulp, looking like she wanted to say something but was holding back, her expression somewhat resentful.

"Brother Mingyu, as a noble son of the academy, it's understandable that you don't pay much attention to the affairs of the clan." Huangfu Jin, who was toasting on the side, also said resentfully, "That Zhou guy is not a good thing. Not only did he flirt around after the marriage, but he also brought some women home. Lady Ji was so angry that she forced Zhou to write a divorce letter and returned to her natal home."

"Bang!" Ji Mingyu's face changed, and the wine cup was crushed in his hand. His face was as cold as ice, "Good, good, good, that Zhou guy is really bold, daring to insult my sister. Before I return to the academy this time, I will teach him a lesson."

"Brother Mingyu, thank you for your concern. But I will take revenge on this myself." A trace of hatred and ruthlessness flashed in Lady Ji's eyes, "Aren't they best at weaving and tailoring? I have already persuaded the clan to crush them in these two industries. Let him, and the entire Zhou Clan regret it.""Good, truly worthy of being my sister, Ji Mingyu, and a member of our Ji's Clan." Ji Mingyu was very pleased, "Some people, they need to be shown some colors."

After a round of "acknowledging kinship" and getting closer, Ji Mingyu and Lady Ji suddenly became much warmer, calling each other 'Brother Mingyu' and 'Sister Youwei' respectively.

Wang Shouzhe, who was sitting not far away, got goosebumps all over.

However, Huangfu Jin Huan became even more excited. They had naturally investigated Lady Ji's background and identity thoroughly beforehand. Indeed, there was such a Lady Ji Youwei in the Ji's Clan.

And indeed, she had married into the Heavenly Zhou's Clan and had indeed been divorced and returned.

Previously, they believed her, firstly because of the halo of the Ji's Clan, secondly, she indeed brought out the silk reeling and weaving technology said to be from the Heavenly Zhou's Clan, and thirdly, the other party was too ostentatious, with two Spirit Platform Realm guards, very generous.

They didn't have the ability, nor did they have too much time and energy to investigate deeply. But technology doesn't lie, those technologies were indeed advanced, able to improve manual efficiency by two or three times.

Now hearing Ji Mingyu's "personal certification", Huangfu Jin Huan's eyes brightened even more, and he sneered in his heart: "Xu Anbang, Wang Shouzhe. After tonight, you will understand the gap between us and the Huangfu's Clan."

Lady Ji, you will also see who the real local power is!

With this thought, Huangfu Jin Huan turned his gaze to Xu Anbang and Wang Shouzhe, and said with a faint smile: "Lady Ji is our Huangfu's Clan's honored guest and long-term collaborator. Your high status often makes you unaware of the malicious intentions of some small local clans, so you need to be more cautious."

Upon hearing this, Wang Shouzhe chuckled to himself, finally, it's here.

No matter how beautifully Huangfu Jin Huan dressed up today's event, it couldn't hide the fact that it was a trap.