Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 929: Chapter 663: What an Arrogant Boast!

Though the small token was casually tossed by Yang Zhenshan, its power far surpassed any ordinary arrow, even more than a crossbow bolt.

The three martial artists in front couldn’t block the swiftly flying token, and the last half-step innate martial artist actually stood in front of the middle-aged man, raising his blade to strike down.

Unfortunately, he underestimated the speed of the token, and before his blade could fall, the token had already arrived.

Splurt.

The small token pierced directly through his abdomen and landed at the feet of the middle-aged man.

The blood-stained token still shone brightly under the sunlight, and with the contrast of fresh blood, it appeared even more brilliant.

The token embedded into the green stone-paved ground, one inch into the stone, exposing the words Jing’an, while the character for Marquis was already inside the stone.

The middle-aged man stood stunned on the spot, his expression shifting as he looked at the words Jing’an on the token.

Terrible screams echoed, and the half-step innate martial artist in front collapsed limply to the ground.

On the terrace of the tower ship, Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard, with a cold smile on his face.

Serves you right for showing off!

I didn’t even intend to shoot anyone, why block for nothing!

Moreover, even if I wanted to shoot someone, could you block it?

No matter how distinguished the people of the New River Prince Mansion are, in front of him, they are just ordinary people.

If not innate, they’re not worth his special attention.

Therefore, Yang Zhenshan didn’t plan to kill anyone; he only intended to identify himself.

Since they inquired, naturally he couldn’t keep it hidden.

“I am Yang Zhenshan; dare block my path again, and even if the New River Prince is present, I’ll give him a slap!”

“If you’re dissatisfied, you can always catch up to me and seek trouble!”

Yang Zhenshan spoke slowly and calmly, though his voice was not loud, it spread over the hundred-foot-wide river surface, very far.

The face of the middle-aged man on the dock changed once more upon hearing this.

He looked up at the gradually distant ships, eyes filled with grievance, but ultimately did nothing.

Yang Zhenshan!

Now within Da Rong, few know this name.

Twenty years ago, Yang Zhenshan was a name that resounded throughout the land, and anyone with a bit of power or influence was somewhat familiar with his reputation.

But now, if not mentioned, most people would probably have forgotten Yang Zhenshan.

However, this middle-aged man evidently had heard of Yang Zhenshan’s name.

In fact, Yang Zhenshan didn’t know, but this middle-aged man had once acquainted him, and he is the third son of the New River Prince Mansion.

Back then, when the Tenglong Guard was just developing maritime trade, Yang Zhenshan visited Song River Prefecture, at the time of an assassination attempt on Jiangnan Assistant Imperial Censor Lu Zhensu, Yang Zhenshan and this third son were drinking tea together in a teahouse.

Later, due to the assassination incident, a group of government officials rushed into the teahouse to search for the assassin.

The third son in front of him led a group of scoundrels to beat up the officials.

But back then, this third son was still a rosy-cheeked young man, whereas now he has become a big-bellied middle-aged uncle.

Yang Zhenshan had already forgotten this, and even as the tower ship sailed away, he put this middle-aged man out of his mind.

“Yun Gui’s rebel forces are about to reach Jiangnan, yet the royal family and nobility in Jiangnan are still parading around. I don’t know what they are thinking!” Yu Qingyi looked at the shimmering river surface and shook his head slightly.

Yang Zhenshan chuckled lightly, “You just mentioned rebel forces; but Chen Hengchang is also of royal lineage! If he conquers Jiangnan, do you think he will treat the New River Prince Mansion differently?”

“This~~” Yu Qingyi pondered, “You’re suggesting that Chen Hengchang will also treat the New River Prince Mansion favorably?”

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly.

“It’s certain, as long as Chen Hengchang isn’t foolish, he will try to ally with the New River Prince Mansion, because that’s the only way he can quickly stabilize the situation in Jiangnan!”

“And the New River Prince Mansion knows this as well, so they’re not afraid of Chen Hengchang attacking Jiangnan!”

“Perhaps they’ve already colluded with Chen Hengchang too, who knows.”

Jiangnan not only has countless wealth, but also many martial artists.

Whoever controls Jiangnan, gains access to boundless wealth and numerous martial artists.

With the wealth and martial artists in Jiangnan, Chen Hengchang would stand a chance to compete for the world.

However, to control Jiangnan is no easy task, as the nobles and powerful families in Jiangnan are not to be trifled with.

So if Chen Hengchang seized Jiangnan, he must focus on recruiting and win over Jiangnan’s influential and powerful families.

“No wonder they’re not worried at all!” Yu Qingyi exclaimed suddenly.

Yang Zhenshan lazily stretched himself, “Heh, they’ll have times to worry!”

Chen Hengchang might choose to win over Jiangnan’s influential and powerful families, but the Yang family will not.

Once the Yang family seizes the world, they will surely cleanse Jiangnan entirely.

All nobles and powerful clans, all noble families, must be uprooted.

According to Yang Zhenshan’s will, Jiangnan would definitely witness a massacre.

He’s always preferred using force rather than schemes, resolving matters straightforwardly without implied tactics.

Solving issues with force is indeed blunt, but it’s the simplest and quickest method.

Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun!

Yang Zhenshan always believes that as long as his gun is hard enough, no problem remains unsolved.

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Taoist Palace Mountain, Wuzhen Taoist Palace.

Thin clouds enveloped the peaks, heavy mist wandered among the palace structures, adorning the entire Taoist Palace like a celestial blessed land.

A stretch of cliff, a green pine, a stone table, Yang Zhenshan, and Xuanzhen casually leaned on stone stools, while drinking tea and watching the unpredictable mist.