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He doesn't expect that everyone in his family is a gentleman, a good sir. Furthermore, to be honest, the expert is respected. In a martial artist world where the strong preyed on the weak, pure good people usually wouldn't live long. Besides, he himself wasn't a good person. His hands were full of blood, and it was common for him to destroy his family.
In a martial artist world, there was no absolute evil, and there was no true good.
As long as a person could follow his own heart and repay kindness with kindness, it was enough to repay hatred with hatred.
He only had one request for his clansmen. That was to not use his power to bully others.
If you want to be arrogant, you can do whatever you want. But the prerequisite is that you have to rely on your own ability.
He doesn't have any ability, he only knows how to rely on his family's influence to do whatever he wants. This is what he looks down on the most.
I worked so hard to fight outside, and it wasn't for the sake of raising such a group of family vermin, nor was it for my own son. Why should I spoil all of you like this?
That night, countless disciples of the Yang family suffered a great disaster. Their cultivation base and bloodline were crippled. Conservatively speaking, there were more than a thousand of them.
The forest was big, and there were all kinds of birds. Over the past ten years, with the support of Yang Fann's massive amount of resources, it was not an exaggeration to say that the Yang family had advanced by leaps and bounds. Currently, there were more than a thousand Golden Core warriors in the family, even in the Heavenly Desolate Domain. They were all first-rate powers.
At the same time that the family had grown stronger, it was inevitable that some profligate sons would appear, especially those like the Yang family. Things that were too easy to obtain usually wouldn't know how to cherish. They simply didn't have the mentality to match their own strength.
With Yang Fann's current cultivation base and strength, although he was far from being able to compare with the high and mighty Saint Sovereign, even the Half-step Saint Stage Holy Lord's expert was far away from him. Although he was unable to speak freely, as a Great Saint expert, he had the intention of following the law.
Although he couldn't restrain the real expert, even some First and Second Star Quasi-Saint could go against his family's rules. However, it was enough to punish Nine Stars Emperor Sovereign. As for the huge Yang family, not to mention Nine Stars Emperor Sovereign, not even Emperor had appeared, let alone these profligate sons.
Each of them basically only knew how to bully others with their power. Most of their cultivation base was built up by the accumulation of medicinal pills and resources, and only a few of them were able to reach the Martial Lord Realm.
Under Yang Fann's orders, there was no way they could resist at all.
All the profligate sons, regardless of whether they stayed in Seven Stars Mountain Range or not, none of them could escape. All of them had their cultivation base and bloodline crippled.
A small portion of Gongzi, whose body had long been emptied by women, had even used up all of his life Vital Energy after his cultivation base and bloodline were crippled. He fell onto the woman's belly.
He was truly a romantic person who would die under a peony flower.
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On this night, countless families, including Tian Luo Feng, were in tears and grief. It was hard to quell their anger.
Of course, they didn't dare to hate Yang Fann. Without Yang Fann, they wouldn't be here today. Most importantly, Yang Fann's strength wasn't something they could estimate. Even if it was just the tip of the iceberg, they wouldn't be able to catch up to him. They would hate Yang Fann for making things difficult for him. At that time, they wouldn't even know how they would die.
Yang Fann wasn't a soft-hearted person. He was a person who had no qualms about anything. If it wasn't for Yang Yunfeng's plea, Yang Yunlei would have been killed by him, not to mention the disciples of the branch families.
It was human instinct to bully the weak and fear the strong.
Obviously, Old Master Yang Xiaotian had become the target of everyone's anger.
Besides, this was also the cause of this incident. If it wasn't for his selfishness, not listening to everyone's advice, secretly helping Yang Yunlei, and even pushing him to a higher position, there wouldn't have been so many things happening.
It was impossible to reduce the quota of one million to fifty thousand in one go, and it was impossible for their descendants to suffer such a loss.
In the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent. However, in the main continent of Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts was the number one power in the entire Great World Of Spiritual Martial Arts, and they ruled over all clans in the world.
Once they joined the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, they would be able to become a Sovereign at the very least, or even the legendary Quasi-Saint Stage.
A quota represented a Sovereign, or even a Quasi-Saint. Now that he had gone to the ninth and fifth floor, he only had fifty thousand slots left.
He couldn't blame anyone.
This was related to the interests of all his clansmen.
If not for the fact that Yang Xiaotian was Yang Fann's grandfather, he would have been driven away from the position of patriarch by the furious crowd.
Of course, Yang Yunlei's family was the one who suffered the most.
If they really wanted to investigate this matter, Their family was the real culprit.
If it wasn't for that bastard grandson of his who recklessly attacked the little princess, Yang Sifan, how would he have completely infuriated Yang Fann?
At that time, even if Yang Young Master Fann was dissatisfied, he wouldn't punish them so severely.
It was all their fault, it was all their fault.
If you dare make things difficult for us, don't even think about living a good life.
All the forces in their hands had been swept clean. All the shops and businesses had been burned to ashes. Even the resources they had accumulated had been snatched away.
Besides not taking their lives directly, they had done everything they could.
Only in this way could they vent the hatred in their hearts.
Especially those profligate sons whose cultivation base and bloodline had been crippled. Every day, they were even more stifled. In front of Yang Yunlei's family's door, they were happy to beat up Yang Lin every day.
If it wasn't for this beast, they would still be the young masters and young ladies of the Yang family. In the future, all of them would be able to become emperors, and their Longevity would be boundless. However, all of this had been destroyed by this beast.
Without the resources of the family, without the Bloodline Talent. . . In this lifetime, not to mention becoming a Dao Sovereign, it was impossible for them to recover their former cultivation base.
It was a hatred that prevented others from achieving the Martial Monarch Realm. Even the water of the five lakes and four seas would not be able to wash their faces.
. . .
Yang Fann had no intention of intervening in the revenge of his clansmen on Yang Yunlei's family. As long as he didn't kill them, they could do whatever they wanted.
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Time flowed like water. Very quickly, half a month passed.
The Peak Plaza of Tianshu Peak, one of the Seven Main Peaks, was densely packed with people.
If one were to count carefully, one would find that there were exactly 570,000 of them.
Furthermore, these people included almost all the top grade experts in the Seven Stars Sect. There weren't many people who had a cultivation base below the Martial Lord Realm. Even if there were, they usually had talent and potential that far exceeded ordinary people.
After half a month, Han Muyang and the others finally found a suitable candidate.
Of course, during this period of time, for the sake of the quota, the various expert big shots would fight until their heads were bleeding.
Wherever there were people, there would be the Jianghu. Within the Seven Stars Sect, there were also many factions.
Every faction hoped that one side could have a little more quota, even if it meant more. It was also good that one faction could have more people on their side.
It had to be known that this one spot often represented a future Ancestor!!
In the end, Han Muyang had a headache. Fortunately, he didn't care about it in the end. If you don't like fighting, then go fight. Whoever wins will have more quotas. Strength decides everything, and it's fair and just.
In the past half a month, Qin Hu and Manniu had become extremely popular. Although both of them had established their own families and established their own families, they hadn't been born for a long time. Furthermore, their birth wasn't very good. They were the sons of the rich people in the countryside.
Ten thousand quotas were not needed at all. Including everyone in the family, it was not even half of the quota.
And the remaining slots naturally became a hot commodity.
In order to obtain some quotas from the two of them, the entire Seven Stars Sect, and even all the major powers in Great Tang Dynasty had gone crazy. Yang Fann had given them the spots, but he didn't say that they could only recruit disciples from the Seven Stars Sect.
The Great Tang Royal Family was even more straightforward. As long as these two men were willing to give up some of their spots, they would be able to choose the princess of the royal family and the Prefecture Chief. It didn't matter even if it was a pot of water.
A future Sovereign was enough for them to pay any price.
The one who suffered the most was none other than Old Man Yang Xiaotian. Who asked him to do something wrong? Originally, he only needed to get rid of a portion of the unvalued branch disciples. But now, he only had fifty thousand spots left, so how could he get enough?
In the end, the old man had no choice but to sacrifice the interests of his direct line of descent. He gave away almost half of the spots before calming down the public anger.
It was not that the old man had never looked for Yang Fann. He hoped that he could give them some more quotas. Unfortunately, he did not even meet Yang Fann.
Once the barrier was formed, it would not be easy to get rid of it again.
. . .
"It's almost noon. It should be time to come. "
"Ah! Look at what's on the east side!"
"It's here! It must be His Excellency Yang Fan and the others. "
"They are going to Spiritual Martial Arts Continent soon. I am looking forward to it. "
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