13: Chapter 13 The Great Sword Sect, Your Grandpa's Here

Wang Shouren was stunned: "Sixth Grandpa, the Family only has a handful of barrier-breaking pills, this…"

"Take it." Wang Chongyang placed a cyan porcelain bottle on the table.

"I have inspected your Foundation, your spiritual power is already full, and your magic power is polished far beyond the same realm.

The only thing lacking is that push to break through the Bottleneck. Leaving this barrier-breaking pill with you is much more useful than letting it gather dust in my hands. If you fail to achieve a Breakthrough this time, come to Grandpa's place to claim another one."

The others were all envious, but didn't say much.

After all, Shouren contributed the combination formation first, and its value alone far exceeded the barrier-breaking pill.

Wang Shouren smiled bitterly over and over in his heart.

"I never expected the Family's reward to actually be a barrier-breaking pill. Counting this one, I actually have a full three pieces in my hands."

Although it was a good thing, it was useless to him.

Accept? Or not accept?

Accepting it and having no use for it was truly a bit wasteful, but not accepting…

"Let's just accept it."

After a moment of silence, he bowed deeply: "This grandson will definitely not let down Sixth Grandpa's high expectations."

Wang Chongyang nodded slightly, and continued: "In addition, this combination formation is something you captured, and logically it can be disposed of by yourself.

But since you presented it to the Family, on behalf of the Family, I will record a great merit for you, reward you with one thousand Spirit Stones, and a Medium Grade defensive Magical Artifact. You can go to the treasury later to pick it yourself.

As for Shouxin, for his meritorious assistance, reward him with three hundred Spirit Stones, and record another merit. When he achieves success in his Cultivation in the future, the Family will allocate resources elsewhere."

Wang Shouren felt a warmth in his heart and bowed again to thank him.

But immediately after, he raised his head and spoke with a hint of hesitation.

"Sixth Grandpa, Father, Second Uncle, Third Uncle, Shouren has another unbefitting request."

"Oh?" Wang Chongyang raised his eyes, "Just speak your mind."

"Those four hundred Spirit Stones were captured from the bandit Cultivators. This nephew wants to hand over half of these Spirit Stones, and distribute the other half to cousin Shouxin."

Wang Shouren said very earnestly, "Cousin Shouxin has a Five Spiritual Root, and his Family background has always been quite poor. Every month's allowance issued by the Family, he saves up to exchange for spiritual fish to nourish his parents and young siblings.

These past few years, he has accompanied this nephew to guard the spiritual fields on the mountain. That hardship, this nephew sees it in his eyes and remembers it in his heart."

He raised his head, his gaze candid: "This nephew does not worry about Cultivation resources. Giving these two hundred Spirit Stones to this nephew is merely adding flowers to the embroidery.

But to him, it is providing timely assistance in the snow. In the future, when his strength improves, he can also display a bit more strength in the combination formation."

As soon as these words came out, the council hall fell silent for a moment.

Wang Chongyang took a deep look at Wang Shouren and nodded.

"Shouren acts as a good elder brother, approved. All four hundred Spirit Stones are rewarded to Wang Shouxin. In addition, this old man privately rewards him with another bottle of qi gathering pill.

For the Shou generation to produce a sapling like you, my Wang Family has successors."

"Thank you, Sixth Uncle!" Wang Shouren hurriedly bowed and saluted, happy for Shouxin.

Wang Chongyang nodded with satisfaction, "The rewards are finished, next is how to deal with the Ning Family and the Dadao Sect!"

...

In Wanshan County, the Dadao Sect was established on West Street inside the city.

Two stone lions weighing as much as a thousand catties stood at the entrance, quite majestic.

The passing Mortals and Cultivators did not dare to peer inside, and hurriedly left one after another.

In front of the gate, two gate-guarding Disciples were leaning against the stone pillars and dozing off.

Although they were peripheral Disciples guarding the gate, the Dadao Sect was a local tyrant in Wanshan County, and with the Lotus Pier Wang Family as their backing behind the scenes, no one dared to come and stir up trouble at all.

When Wang Shouren's figure appeared at the entrance, the rather skinny guard discovered him first.

He narrowed his eyes and took a look, seeing that the newcomer was very young, dressed in a plain white robe, and his footsteps were neither fast nor slow, looking like he was visiting.

"Stop!"

Skinny Monkey spat out the melon seed shells in his mouth, lazily stood up, akimbo, and blocked the middle of the road.

"Where did this wild brat come from? Do you know where this is? The mountain gate of the Dadao Sect, idlers step aside!"

Wang Shouren's steps did not stop.

Skinny Monkey frowned, pulled out the iron saber at his waist, and pointed the tip of the saber at Wang Shouren: "Didn't you hear me? Take one more step forward and this old man will sever your arm!"

Wang Shouren still did not stop.

The pockmarked man was also alerted. He opened his eyes and looked the newcomer over. Seeing that he looked very unfamiliar, he waved his hand.

"Kid, you must have taken the wrong path if you want to join the mountain gate. We aren't taking people in here, scram quickly."

Wang Shouren walked to a spot ten paces in front of the two, and finally stopped.

"Call your Sect Leader out."

"You say call and we call?"

Skinny Monkey sneered, patted his palm with the back of the saber, and walked forward triumphantly.

"Who do you think you are? Is our Sect Leader someone you can see just because you want to? Was your kid's brain kicked by a donkey? Scram quickly, don't force Grandpa to get rough—"

Halfway through his words, he suddenly felt something was wrong. When did his half side of the body lose all sensation?

"Bang!"

A muffled sound.

Skinny Monkey flew backward entirely, his back slamming fiercely into the stone pillar, and the sound of shattering bones was clearly audible.

His body slid down the stone pillar to the ground, electric lights still flashing on his body, and a deep footprint was already sunken into his chest.

His eyes were wide open, and until death he didn't understand what had happened.

The pockmarked man's pupils shrank abruptly, and he instinctively went to pull the iron saber at his waist.

But just as his hand touched the hilt of the saber, Wang Shouren had already closed in front of him.

The two were no more than three chi apart.

The pockmarked man opened his mouth to shout for people, but before a single "Come" could escape, a hand had already locked onto his throat.

Wang Shouren lifted him off the ground with one hand, his five fingers closing, his knuckles sinking into flesh and skin, and his throat bone making a clicking crisp sound.

The pockmarked man kicked his legs wildly, his face turning the color of a pig's liver, his two hands desperately trying to pry open Wang Shouren's fingers, but that hand remained motionless, tightening more and more like iron pliers.

"Go tell Tian Hu that his grandfather has come."

Wang Shouren's mouth curved upward.

A heaving wheeze came from the pockmarked man's throat, and his eyeballs began to roll upward.

Wang Shouren casually flicked his hand, slamming his whole body like a discarded broken sack onto the stone steps.

The pockmarked man rolled twice, lying prone on the ground panting heavily, coughing up a few mouthfuls of blood foam, his face a mess of snot and tears.

He scrambled to flip himself up, staggered into the mountain gate, and screamed hoarsely.

"Co… Come! Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sharp shouts exploded inside the gate, followed instantly by a flurry of chaotic footsteps.

Wang Shouren stood outside the gate, standing with his hands behind his back, looking up at the "Dadao Sect" plaque, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth.

Behind him, three streaks of escape light had pierced through the sky and arrived.

Wang Chongyang landed on the stone steps in front of the mountain gate, his gray robes fluttering, his gaze sweeping over the corpse with a sunken chest on the ground, nodding slightly without speaking.

Wang Yaowen and Wang Yaowu followed closely behind, both of them looking at the chaotic scene inside the mountain gate with coldness in their eyes.

"Trash like this dares to speak rudely to our Wang Family's Disciples?" Wang Yaowu sneered.

"Third Uncle, don't rush, this has only just begun."

Inside the mountain gate, over a dozen Dadao Sect Disciples had swarmed out, holding various Magical Artifacts, their formations scattered, cursing and scolding noisily.

"Who dares to run amok at the Dadao Sect!"