132: Yang Family Ancestor

"City Lord Situ, it's me!"

Seeing the newcomer, Yang Jinshao was overjoyed and shouted, "This man is an Elder of the Wending Sect! He murdered my son! City Lord Situ, help me kill this scoundrel!"

However... Situ Hong did not agree. Instead, he looked coldly at Yang Jinshao: "Private combat is forbidden within Jade Dragon City! Immortal Lord Yang, surely you are aware of this rule?"

"But..."

Yang Jinshao wanted to argue further but was immediately cut off by Situ Hong.

"No buts! Regardless of your grievances, within Jade Dragon City, you must all abide by the laws of the Immortal Kingdom! If you dare take action again, do not blame this City Lord for apprehending you all under the iron laws of the Immortal Kingdom and escorting you to the Immortal Capital for trial!"

Instantly, Yang Jinshao felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a fly.

Situ Hong's cultivation was also at the Mid Heaven Immortal stage, but his Aura was upright and vast, imbued with the blessings of the Immortal Kingdom's Luck, clearly making him slightly stronger.

Moreover, Situ Hong had the backing of the Xuanji Immortal Kingdom, which the Yang Family could not afford to provoke.

The Xuanji Immortal Kingdom.

A behemoth ruling over this vast territory, its Empress unfathomably profound.

The Yang Family also fell within the jurisdiction of the Xuanji Immortal Kingdom.

"Heh, it seems your Yang Family isn't all that impressive!"

Xu Wenxian seized the opportunity to mock, a half-smile playing on his face.

"You...!"

Yang Jinshao was furious but powerless, thinking to himself, "It seems that to keep this person here today, I must ask the Old Ancestor to take action."

Immediately, he crushed a Sound Transmission Jade Talisman.

Outwardly, however, he remained composed, coldly facing off against Xu Wenxian to prevent him from seizing a chance to escape.

But at this very moment, the Yang Hao below took action.

He placed his Immortal Sword horizontally against his neck, his voice hoarse and his gaze resolute. Looking up at Yang Jinshao high in the air, he shouted, "Father! I, Yang Hao, am still a full-grown man of eight chi! What I must bear, I will never shirk!"

"Since Elder Brother's death originated with me, I will bear the consequences alone!"

"If Father wishes for my death, then I shall die!"

Yang Jinshao's gaze turned cold: "Hao'er! What are you doing? Are you trying to threaten your father with death?"

"Whether it's a threat or not, you'll know soon enough!"

With that, he fiercely dragged the Immortal Sword across his neck!

"Hao'er, don't!"

Yang Jinshao was scared Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Although Yang Kun's death was directly related to Yang Hao, he had never intended to kill Yang Hao. At most, he planned to discipline him. The vast Yang Family would still need Yang Hao to inherit it in the future; he couldn't possibly truly want Yang Hao dead.

Therefore, he had vented all his anger on the Wending Sect.

More importantly, if Yang Hao died, how would he explain it to 'her'?

"...Ah, this, what are you doing?!"

Xu Wenxian was also terrified. He hadn't expected Yang Hao to act so impulsively.

To actually go through with slitting his own throat without a moment's hesitation.

Immediately, Yang Jinshao and Xu Wenxian moved with uncanny synchronization. As soon as Yang Hao acted, they transformed into two streaks of lightning, rushing forward.

However, they were too far away; it was already too late for anything.

"...Hao'er!"

"Yang Hao!"

The two cried out in alarm.

At this critical juncture—

"Enough!"

A aged, plain, and light exclamation abruptly echoed within the depths of everyone's Soul.

There was no earth-shattering Aura, yet everyone's movements abruptly froze!

Including Yang Hao's!

Yang Hao's neck was already deeply cut by the Immortal Sword, dripping blood falling to the ground like a crimson rain line.

Yet, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't press down any further.

An old man, slightly hunched and dressed in ordinary gray hemp clothes, looking like a rural farmer, appeared silently before Yang Hao as if he had always been there.

"...O-old, Old Ancestor?"

Yang Hao raised his head in disbelief, tears quickly blurring his vision.

"Silly child, swords are for killing enemies, not for suicide."

The old man sighed softly, his eyes filled with affection. With a flick of his finger, a gentle stream of Immortal Essence flowed into Yang Hao's body, instantly stabilizing his injuries.

"Clang—!"

The Immortal Sword fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

Yang Hao could no longer hold back his grievances and began to weep loudly.

All these years, it was he who had been disfavored by his father, constantly bullied by his Elder brother, forced to endure and endure again and again. In the end, Yang Kun even wanted to kill him... If not for his Revered Master's intervention, he would have been disposed of quietly by Yang Kun long ago.

But... just because his Elder brother died and he survived, does that make him the one at fault?

Why!

Why is all of this happening!

"Hao'er!"

At this moment, Yang Jinshao and Xu Wenxian finally arrived. Seeing Yang Hao unharmed, they both let out a sigh of relief.

But they kept a distance from each other, maintaining vigilance.

"Yang... Senior Yang!"

Situ Hong also descended. He cupped his hands in salute, his tone carrying deep reverence.

The newcomer was none other than the true foundation of the Yang Family, the Supreme Old Ancestor who was just half a step away from the True Immortal Realm—Yang Xuanji!

"Heh, it's Little Situ!"

Yang Xuanji chuckled, his tone gentle: "It hasn't been that long, and you've already Cultivated to the Mid Heaven Immortal stage... I'm old, can't compare to you young folks. If this old man were to take action here, would you also arrest me and escort me to the Immortal Capital?"

"Senior, you jest, this Junior wouldn't dare!"

Situ Hong instantly broke out in a cold sweat.

"It's the Old Ancestor!"

"The Old Ancestor has emerged from seclusion!"

"Heaven blesses the Yang Family!"

"With the Old Ancestor here, that person from the Wending Sect definitely won't escape!"

"The Wending Sect can be wiped out with a wave of the hand!"

The Yang Family members present were first stunned, then erupted into ecstatic cheers, kneeling and prostrating on the ground.

Yang Jinshao also hurriedly bowed: "I pay my respects to the Old Ancestor!"

"Look at the fine mess you've made!"

Yang Xuanji gave Yang Jinshao an unfriendly look. Yang Jinshao immediately lowered his head, not daring to refute: "The Old Ancestor's reprimand is justified. This Immortal... no, I was indeed too impulsive and nearly cost Hao'er his life!"

"However, the Wending Sect did kill Kun'er!"

"I beg the Old Ancestor to take action, apprehend this man, and force him to reveal the Wending Sect's whereabouts!"

"Then I can lead our men to kill our way there, annihilate the Wending Sect, and avenge Kun'er!"

His words were filled with undisguised hatred.

"Heh, are you sure you can defeat the Wending Sect? Have you considered that if you go, it might be the Yang Family that gets annihilated?"

"...Ah, this, this, this."

Yang Jinshao was left speechless.

He had never considered such a question, only instinctively thinking that since he had never heard of the Wending Sect, it must be some unknown minor Sect that could be wiped out effortlessly.

"A frog in a well."

Yang Xuanji paid no more attention to Yang Jinshao. Instead, his gaze fell upon Xu Wenxian, sizing him up. A faint, almost imperceptible glint flashed in his aged, turbid eyes:

"Fellow Daoist, you are an inner sect elder of the Wending Sect, correct? For a single Elder to possess such cultivation, your Sect is truly remarkable."

"Presumably, your Sect's Sect Master or Old Ancestor must possess profound cultivation, far surpassing this old man."

"For Yang Hao to be accepted into your Sect and become your Sect's Personal Disciple is his good fortune."

Upon hearing this, Yang Hao was stunned.

He asked incredulously, "Old Ancestor, you don't object?"