owlsbooks Chapter 10: Stealing from my ancestor, this is outrageous!
Chapter 10: Stealing from my ancestor, this is outrageous!
"The lord of the fortress has negotiated with Lord Qin... saying that he already has clues!" Tang Xiao said.
"Who is it?" Tang Yifan asked, his eyes lighting up.
"Not yet confirmed!" Tang Xiao said.
"It's not confirmed yet?" Tang Yifan frowned.
"I suppose those two grandmasters will appear tomorrow!" Tang Xiao said.
"Tomorrow..." Tang Yifan frowned deeply, muttering, "A battle between grandmasters...that's bound to be earth-shattering!"
"You must be careful tomorrow and try to stay by my side!" Tang Xiao said solemnly.
"Yes!" Tang Yifan nodded seriously, a little uneasy involuntarily rising in his heart.
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night.
The moon was exceptionally round on the 14th of August, and its bright light illuminated Snowdrift Villa as if it were daytime.
The magnificent moonlight, like a long river of mist, converged on Yang Jiuli's house and was drawn into his brow to be refined.
Fortunately, Yang Jiuli's villa was the only one on the mountainside where he lived.
Apart from the guards in the mansion, very few people can see the strange phenomena here.
Li Molan had seen Yang Jiuli absorb the moonlight, but she only thought that the young master was cultivating some profound technique.
After all, even a grandmaster can refine the cold evil energy into true energy.
Cultivating by drawing upon the essence of the moon is not considered earth-shattering.
In this world without cultivators, no one would associate it with immortal cultivation techniques.
Therefore, Yang Jiuli was not afraid of others finding out, and whenever he had free time, he would begin to absorb the power of the moonlight to strengthen his divine consciousness.
An hour passed.
Yang Jiuli's mind sank into his sea of consciousness.
At this moment, before his Three Lives Stone, the power of the moonlight condensed and gradually transformed into a short arrow about an inch long.
The short arrow was the color of moonlight, transparent as jade, yet it emitted a blazing light.
This is a soul arrow condensed from the essence of the moon into spiritual power using the "Soul Arrow Technique".
It can be controlled by divine sense.
With a single arrow, one can invade a person's mind and kill them silently!
At this moment, two soul arrows were already floating next to the Three Lives Stone.
This is the third one.
Within the sea of consciousness, the power of moonlight was continuously condensed into divine consciousness by the Three Lives Stone, and then integrated into the Soul Arrow.
Suddenly, the third soul arrow trembled, bursting forth with intense light, and a special rune mark appeared on it.
"It's done!" Seeing this, Yang Jiuli breathed a sigh of relief and stopped channeling the power of moonlight into the soul arrow.
"Three Soul Arrows... that's enough for me to make three attacks!" Yang Jiuli murmured.
With the three soul arrows successfully condensed, he will have an even greater ability to protect himself.
"This Taiyin Qi Talisman can also protect me from Grandmaster attacks!" At the same time, Yang Jiuli looked at the side of the Soul Arrow.
There is a talisman there, condensed from the energy of Yin combined with spiritual power.
It is called a talisman, but it is actually a qi talisman.
Because it is drawn using the yin energy as paper and spiritual energy as ink.
This is an ancient talisman technique that Yang Jiuli obtained from the cave dwelling of an ancient cultivator in his previous life.
"It's a pity we don't have the materials to inscribe talismans, otherwise I could draw real talismans!" Yang Jiuli sighed slightly.
The path to immortality disappeared for thousands of years during the Great Wei Dynasty, and the materials used for cultivating immortality also vanished along with it.
Even finding a low-grade alternative cannot be accomplished in just three to five days.
Fortunately, Yang Jiuli still had a trump card.
Otherwise, he would never have held a memorial service for his elderly father.
"It's almost midnight, but we don't know if they'll make any further moves!"
With a thought, Yang Jiuli released his divine sense to sense the situation inside the manor on the mountaintop.
Tomorrow is the fifteenth of August. Based on his experience from several lifetimes, Yang Jiuli knew that something was likely to happen tonight, so he became more vigilant.
Yang Jiuli released his divine sense, his consciousness floating in the air like an incarnation, overlooking the mountains and rivers, and observing the myriad aspects of life.
The village is located on the mountaintop.
Yang Bao and his many Shadow Guards continued to guard the mountain gate.
Yang Jiuli's divine sense swept across the manor.
The inner village is vast, like a small castle.
The mourning hall for Yang's father was set up in a spacious side hall.
There was also a drill ground in front of the palace, with white cloth and white lanterns hanging in the long corridor.
A middle-aged woman, accompanied by her two children, was kneeling on a prayer mat in front of the coffin, keeping vigil for Yang Xuan.
This is the widow of a member of the Yang family.
The woman's name was Wang Qiao, her son's name was Yang Wu, and her daughter's name was Yang Qing. They were burning yellow paper money in a copper basin in front of the coffin.
As a son, Yang Jiuli was supposed to keep vigil.
He used the excuse of a relapse of his brain disease to return to the mountainside.
Second Uncle Yang Mu didn't say much either.
After all, this nephew suffered a brain attack several months ago and was in a coma for seven days before waking up.
Master Zhang once said that he didn't have many years left to live, and he couldn't afford to overwork, so it was naturally difficult to be harsh on him.
A gentle evening breeze caused the white cloth on the beams and pillars to flutter.
Occasionally, a chilling gust of wind would emanate from the wind, startling eight-year-old Yang Qing, who shrank back and moved closer to her brother.
Apart from that, there was nothing unusual.
Yang Jiuli continued to monitor the inner manor with his divine sense.
With a thought, he locked onto a small courtyard in the inner village.
Yang Mu was reviewing a lot of information in the courtyard.
"Jiu'er met with Qin Zhixue and Tang Yifan..." Yang Mu held a piece of paper, his brows furrowed.
Contents on paper:
After the meeting, Tang Yifan looked relaxed, as if the conversation had gone very well.
"Why is this kid chatting so happily with Tang Yifan?" Yang Mu stroked his short beard, paced back and forth, and pondered.
"Could it be that the attack on my brother wasn't carried out by the Tang family?" Suddenly, Yang Mu's eyes lit up.
He analyzed the situation carefully and felt there were many suspicious points.
Since Tangjiabao has even used the "Poisonous Palm" technique, why do they still need to wear masks to conceal their identities?
Before his death, the eldest brother only warned of the possibility of a Grandmaster attacking, but he did not warn of Tang Family Fortress and Famous Sword Manor.
"My men from Tangjiabao and Mingjian Manor have sent word that neither of them has recently mobilized for war and shows no sign of attacking my Piaoxue Manor!"
"If it really was Mingjian Villa and Tangjiabao who attacked and killed my elder brother."
Logically, upon receiving news of my elder brother's death, they should have begun their attack on Snowdrift Manor and taken over my family's assets.
Yang Mu has also been keeping busy these days, secretly investigating the attack and murder of Yang Xuan.
Yang Mu's people did not receive any such notices from either of the two organizations.
They only brought a few strong individuals with them to Snowdrift Manor this time.
"Could it be that someone is framing Tangjiabao, deliberately trying to mislead us and confuse us so they can take advantage of the chaos!"
Thinking of this, Yang Mu's heart skipped a beat, and he felt that things were becoming more complicated.
"Jiuli seems more composed than usual. Did my elder brother say something to him? Do they already have a plan to defend against the enemy?"
Yang Mu thought of many things, some joyful, some worried.
He feared that his nephew was not up to the task, but he had no good ideas.
In a society where martial prowess is paramount, a grandmaster can take the head of a general from the midst of an army.
Faced with strength, even schemes become powerless and laughable.
"Very well, I'll just wait and see!" Yang Mu murmured.
He then looked at a note on the table next to him.
The inscription reads: "The coffin of our ancestor Yang Xiangru has been stolen!"
Seeing this, Yang Mu's eyes burned with rage, and he gritted his teeth and shouted, "You scoundrel, you stole my ancestor's coffin... This is outrageous!"
"This is outrageous!"
With a swift movement, he smashed the table to pieces!
……
An hour later, midnight had passed.
The guards at the manor were already exhausted.
Wang Qiao and her children in the mourning hall were also drowsy.
Just then, a breeze arose in the mountains, and a dark shadow swept past. He was as light as a swallow, and he flew directly over the inner courtyard wall.
"It's here!" Yang Jiuli, who was surveying all directions with his divine sense, immediately locked onto the dark figure.
The dark figure was extremely familiar with the inner village; with a few quick movements, it evaded the patrolling guards.
He arrived at the front of the mourning hall, and with a flick of his sleeve, a gray mist swirled out, causing the two already exhausted guards to collapse.
The man in black moved swiftly, catching one person with his left hand and using his other hand to release his inner energy, thus holding back an iron guard.
Then he carefully helped the two guards lean against the outer wall of the hall.
Having done all this, he flashed like a black mist and appeared in front of the coffin inside the hall.
Wang Qiao, the woman inside the hall, seemed to sense something and turned around to look.
As soon as she turned around, a cloud of gray mist swept over her, making her vision go black. Then, she inhaled the gray mist and fell into a deep sleep.
Wang Qiao's children beside her also fell into a deep sleep.
A man in black stood behind them, glanced at them indifferently, and then looked at the coffin.
The coffin was made of Phoebe zhennan wood.
The man in black did not linger on the coffin for long; his gaze shifted to the left side of the coffin, about two feet away.
There was a three-foot-high altar with sandalwood incense and yellow paper money on it.
There are two bundles of sandalwood with the ropes still in place.
There's still a little bit of fragrance left.
The man in black walked up and took all the sandalwood from it, then took out two identical bundles of sandalwood from his sleeve.
After doing all this, he thought for a moment, and then took out a small portion of the sandalwood that he had just taken and scattered it on the table.
After doing all this, the man in black moved swiftly, disappearing like a ghost.
"I see!" Upon seeing this, Yang Jiuli's eyes lit up with realization, and he had gained some understanding of the enemy's methods.
Half an hour later, another man in black appeared in front of the mourning hall.
However, the man in black was Yang Jiuli.
He took away the two bundles of incense that the man in black had switched earlier, and placed two identical bundles of incense on the table.
As for the small amount of incense, he did not replace it.
After doing all this, Yang Jiuli also left the mourning hall like a ghost.
"This little guy...when did he learn so many clever tricks!"
In the mourning hall, a soft voice emanated from the coffin.
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