Invincible Bloodline

Compared to a dozen years ago, it could be said that there was a tremendous change. Currently, the Yang family had a huge mansion. It was a few hundred miles wide, like a city in the city. It was dozens of meters tall in all directions. The city wall was dozens of meters thick. It was obvious that some formation masters had set up a great defensive formation. It was even on top of the great defensive formation of Fengyang City. Once it was activated, Even the king would be mercilessly killed.    

Within the mansion, the courtyard was deep and connected in all directions. It was like a maze, a fake mountain, a pond, an inner lake, a lotus pond, and a palace.    

Inside, there were some maids and maids walking around. Moreover, almost none of them were ordinary. At the very least, they were one-in-ten-thousand beauties. Many of them even had the appearance of a city that could topple cities. During this period of time, there was another group of black armored elite soldiers patrolling back and forth. They stood guard every three steps, and they stood guard every five steps.    

Although these black armored soldiers were inferior to the black armored guards that protected the young man in embroidered clothes, they were still top elites in the world. At the very least, they were at the upper martial ancestor. In the past, they were at the upper martial ancestor. In the past, even the leaders of the nine great sects rarely had such a cultivation base. Even in the current Fengyang City, they were worthy of being called experts. Even if the leader of the squad wasn't a true Martial Lord. . . He had also stepped into the Martial Lord Realm Half Step Martial Lord.    

The security was so tight that it could be said that he wasn't any weaker than the imperial palace.    

. . .    

In a luxuriously decorated hall.    

Yang Yunlei, who was dressed in a long golden robe, sat on the main seat. He was sipping on a top-grade spiritual tea - Snowflakes were drifting in the clouds. His expression was slightly solemn, as if he had something on his mind.    

More than ten years had passed, but the years had not left a single trace on Yang Yunlei's body. Not only that, compared to more than ten years ago, he seemed to be much younger, and it was impossible to tell that he had passed his prime.    

His Heavenly Meridian, which had been crippled by Yang Fann, had obviously recovered completely. After all, Yang Yunfeng had a kind heart. All these years. . . The old man secretly transferred a portion of the resources to Yang Yunlei to treat his injuries. He had seen how the old man assisted in his cultivation. But no matter what, Yang Yunlei was still his eldest brother. The same blood flowed in his body. He didn't want to make too much of the past grudges and grudges. He could only turn a blind eye to these matters. Just pretend it didn't happen.    

And with Yang Yunfeng's tacit consent, Yang Yunlei's power had rapidly expanded. A few years ago, he had even surpassed the Fifth Elder faction that was in charge of the Fengyang City, and had become the true ruler of the Fengyang City in one fell swoop.    

"Why was I so ignorant back then? Why did I offend Yang Fann? Otherwise, I will definitely be a part of this migration. . . " Yang Yunlei's eyes were filled with regret. If time could be reversed, he would never force Yang Yunfeng And His Wife to do anything. He had completely offended Yang Fann, his nephew.    

Otherwise, he wouldn't have ended up in such a state.    

Don't look at the current him, who held a high position in the world. He was in charge of the life and death of millions of citizens in Fengyang City, but compared to the other brothers. . . His achievements were nothing. As for the other rooms, there was no need to talk about Third Brother. He had given birth to such a heaven defying son. He was the unshakable emperor of the Yang Clan. Even the old master had to listen to him. As for the second son. . . Fourth brother and the rest, which one of them hadn't broken through to the upper King Stage? Only he had barely condensed his Golden Core. Stepping into the King Stage, let alone a king. . . Even Mid King was still a lot weaker than him.    

Although the old man had taken care of him, he didn't dare to go too far. The resources allocated to him were only slightly better than some of the elders, and couldn't be compared to the other brothers.    

Just now, he had received the message from the old tutor's flying talisman. He had received the news of Yang Fann's return. At the same time, he had also received the news that the Yang family was about to migrate to the Spiritual Martial Arts Continent in the main continent.    

Unfortunately, his name wasn't among them. Not even one of his people had appeared among the millions of people. Without Yang Fann's clear attitude, the old man wouldn't dare to make any rash decisions.    

He secretly took care of Yang Yunlei, his eldest son, and gave him some resources. Yang Fann might just turn a blind eye to it. If he really brought Yang Yunlei's bloodline back, who knows what Yang Fann would think?    

One should know that his precious grandson didn't have much sense of belonging to the family. If it wasn't for his third son and his wife, he probably wouldn't even look at them a few more times, let alone provide a huge amount of resources for the family's cultivation needs.    

"No, this is the only chance. I definitely can't miss it, even if I can't go. I must get Tian'er and Lin Er a spot to migrate. Otherwise. . . My bloodline will be the second one forever. Fourth brother and the rest will ride on top of their heads. . . " A resolute look flashed across Yang Yunlei's eyes, "Even if it's kowtowing and apologizing to Third Brother. . . No matter what. "    

Although the old man had only briefly described the situation in Spiritual Martial Arts Continent in the letter, it was enough to make him feel emotional. That was the true core of the world. As long as he put in a little effort, Verbal Emperor and even the Ancestor were just a small matter. Once he missed this heavenly opportunity, not to mention the Ancestor, even Emperor would have a hard time in the future.    

Right at this moment. . .    

"Big. . . Master, it's not good. Young. . . Young Master Sun, Young Master Sun, something happened to him. . . " A middle-aged man in a blue robe with a feminine aura of a half-step Monarch Cultivation rushed into the room in a panic. He was Yang San, the chief steward of City Lord's Mansion. He had been following Yang Yunlei since he was young, and he was one of Yang Yunlei's trusted aides.    

"What?! What happened to Lin Er?"    

Yang Yunlei's heart tightened immediately. He no longer had the time to think about how to make Third Brother let go. He stood up in a huff. Furthermore, Yang Lin was Yang Yunlei's only grandson. It was imaginable how much he doted on Yang Lin. Even Yang Lin's father, Yang Tian, wouldn't dare to hit Yang Lin.    

Otherwise, what awaited him would definitely be a stick and stick combination.    

"Yang San, what exactly happened?"    

Yang Yunlei was after all a person who had been in the top position for a long time. He was rather shrewd and quickly calmed down.    

"Master, the matter is like this. Today, Young Master Sun brought a team of Inky Armor Guards to patrol the streets as usual, and in the end, there was a conflict with someone on Vermillion Bird Street. . . " Yang San exhaled a breath of foul air and told Yang Yunlei all the information he had received from his subordinates.    

"Alright! This is really good! A few outsiders dare to behave atrociously in my Fengyang City and hurt my good grandson. Do they really think I'm dead?" The Cold Shine in Yang Yunlei's eyes flickered, and his voice was bone-chilling, causing chills to run down people's spine.    

As for whether his grandson was the one who attacked first, it had long been ignored by Yang Yunlei.    

A few lowly peasants, it was your luck that your precious grandson slapped you.    

Not only did he not obediently receive the beating, he even dared to resist and hurt others. This was simply preposterous.    

In the next moment. . .    

Yang Yunfeng said with a somewhat solemn tone, "Yang San, immediately go and invite the two reverends, Chen and Zhang, over. "    

Although he wished he could tear that thief who had severely injured his grandson into pieces, He was well aware of the strength of the Black Armored Guards. Even he, a lower King, wouldn't dare to say that he could turn them into Flying Ash with just a single shout.    

That little thief was definitely a Golden Core King, or perhaps even a Mid King.    

In order to ensure that nothing would go wrong, it was better to ask the two of them to help him. This was the expert that the old master had personally arranged for him. Every one of them was Mid King, and they were the top of all Mid King's group. If the two of them joined forces, they would be able to fight even a high level King.    

With them around, that little bastard wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.    

A king warrior wasn't someone that could be easily encountered. In the entire Great Tang Dynasty, only the Seven Stars Sect had a superior king. There wasn't even a single superior king in the nearby medium sized domains. The Seven Stars Sect and the Yang Clan were like family. It was impossible for them to make things difficult for his obedient grandson.    

"Yes, Master. "    

. . .    

Just as Yang San left, another two people stumbled into the hall.    

A man and a woman. The man looked to be in his thirties, with sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He had an extraordinary bearing. If one took a closer look, one could see that he was somewhat similar to Yang Yunlei and Yang Lin, whose life and death was unknown. This person was none other than the eldest son of the Yang family's third generation. He was once the number one genius of the Yang Clan, and was known as the hope of the Yang family, Yang Fann. Yang Tian.    

As for the woman, she was a beautiful woman with a graceful figure. She looked to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. At this moment, her face was like a pear blossom. Tears kept dripping down from the corners of her eyes, making her look indescribably pitiful.    

"Wuwuwu. . . My poor Lin Er. . . Ah, Father, you must avenge Lin Er! Wuwuwu. . . . . . "    

. . .