Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 610: Chapter 513, Thousands of Miles Away, Never Forget Your Initial Aspiration!

”When venturing out, you must be fully prepared, I still have quite a few Elixirs here, take some for your use!”

As he spoke, he rummaged through the chest.

There were many porcelain bottles inside the chest, arranged somewhat haphazardly.

”This is a Bone Strengthening Pill, you can use it for your cultivation, let’s start with five for you!”

”This is a Yellow Chrysanthemum Clearing Vein Pill, it can be used for detoxification!”

”This is a Red Flower Blood Activating Pill, used for treating internal injuries!”

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After finding seven or eight types of Elixir, Yang Zhenshan picked up another porcelain bottle, ”This is the Eight-Ingredient Rehmannia Pill, it nourishes yin and kidneys, uh~~”

He suddenly realized something inappropriate was mixed in, but he still spoke seriously: ”Uh, this was concocted by your junior Disciple, I won’t give it to you, to prevent you from flirting around outside!”

Saying so, he put down the Eight-Ingredient Rehmannia Pill.

Seeing this, Lin Zhan couldn’t help but laugh, ”The junior disciple still likes to concoct these things!”

”Alas, it’s my fault for not knowing people well, letting him find an unreliable father-in-law!” Yang Zhenshan said helplessly.

They were talking about Wang Mingzhe, who was married two years ago. His wife is Sun Wanzhen, the head of the Imperial Hospital. Originally, Yang Zhenshan wanted to invite Sun Wanzhen to teach Wang Mingzhe medical skills and Alchemy Technique.

Unexpectedly, that old fellow thought highly of Wang Mingzhe’s talent in medical skill and entertained the idea of taking him as a Disciple.

But Wang Mingzhe was Yang Zhenshan’s disciple, and moreover, a disciple raised by Yang Zhenshan, how could he let him be taken away.

So, he resorted to a roundabout plan; if not the disciple, then take a son-in-law, as the saying goes, a son-in-law is half a son.

At that time, both Yu Qingyi and Wang Yunqiao were helping Wang Mingzhe look for a suitable match, Sun Wanzhen then sent his wife to visit the Yang family.

Both families worked it out and found it to be a good match indeed.

Yang Zhenshan initially thought it was a good idea too: Sun Wanzhen’s youngest daughter was about the same age as Wang Mingzhe, not extraordinarily beautiful, but with clear and lively eyes, and she not only practiced Martial Arts, but also was well-read in various medical texts.

The only concern was her somewhat fiery temperament, but that was most suitable for Wang Mingzhe; his lazy nature definitely needed someone to manage him, otherwise this fellow could sleep his life away on a heated brick bed.

Having a fiery wife to manage him also prevented the lad from slacking off.

With this consideration, Yang Zhenshan then agreed to the marriage.

The Yang family and the Sun family soon set up the marriage for them, to be held in the sixth month of the third year of Yanping.

The reason Yang Zhenshan said Sun Wanzhen was unreliable was because Sun Wanzhen always taught Wang Mingzhe some inappropriate things.

Such as Eight-Ingredient Rehmannia Pill, Locking Yang and Nourishing Kidney Pills, Five Sons Inheriting the Ancestor Pills, Seven Treasures Beard Beauty Pill, Turtle Deer Two Immortals Pill, among others.

Yang Zhenshan then realized that what Sun Wanzhen excelled in medical skill was the Strengthening Yang Skill, and the Elixirs he was best at concocting were various kidney and virility enhancing Elixirs.

But thinking about it, it made sense; for the Emperor, with countless concubines in three palaces and six courts, how could he manage without some supplements.

And the Sun family, being a family of Imperial Physicians, naturally researched various supplements the most.

After grumbling about Sun Wanzhen, Yang Zhenshan continued speaking to Lin Zhan, ”Take these Elixirs with you, it’s good to be prepared!”

”Then, Disciple shall gratefully accept!” Lin Zhan took the Elixirs.

Then Yang Zhenshan chatted with Lin Zhan for a while, and Lin Zhan then asked to take his leave.

The next day, Lin Zhan left for his new appointment in Yu State, and Yang Zhenshan headed to the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Today’s Martial Arts Pavilion was no longer the Martial Arts Pavilion of three years ago, the previous pavilion had only over a hundred rooms, about forty officials, and just over three hundred disciples, but now it boasted more than a dozen buildings, over a thousand rooms, over a hundred officials, and as many as 1500 disciples.

Just last year alone, the Martial Arts Pavilion recruited over eight hundred disciples, not to claim all the talents of Da Rong were accepted into the pavilion, but Yang Zhenshan dared say that the future Martial Arts talents of Da Rong would all come from the Martial Arts Pavilion.

Riding to the grand entrance of the Martial Arts Pavilion government office, Yang Zhenshan handed the reins to his Personal Follower Li Chang and strode into the office premises.

”Meet the Marquis!”

”Meet the Marquis!”

Seeing Yang Zhenshan, the officials inside bowed and greeted, while Yang Zhenshan smiled and nodded in response.

For the past three years, he came to the Martial Arts Pavilion almost every three to five days, and although he didn’t handle everything personally, everything about the Pavilion was under his control.

From the officials to the disciples, they all greatly respected him as Lord Wu Zheng.

Entering the hall of the office, Jiang He immediately came forward, ”Marquis!”

”Mm, nothing much these days, right?” asked Yang Zhenshan.

Jiang He smiled, ”Marquis, there is something that needs your personal attention!”

”What is it?” Seeing his smile, Yang Zhenshan knew it was not bad news.

Jiang He grinned, ”Zhai Yunhu made a breakthrough to the Postnatal Fourth Layer yesterday!”

”Oh!” Yang Zhenshan raised his eyebrow, ”That fast?”

Zhai Yunhu was one of the initial batch of disciples at the Martial Arts Pavilion, born into the Marquis Wukang estate, Zhai Henian’s fourth son.

”Not really fast, it’s been three years!” said Jiang He.

Yang Zhenshan thought about it, right, over three years had passed.

Zhai Yunhu joined the Martial Arts Pavilion with a cultivation of the Postnatal Second Layer, at that time he was almost the oldest and highest cultivating disciple there.

And now, at twenty-five, with a cultivation of the Postnatal Fourth Layer, one couldn’t say Zhai Yunhu wasn’t outstanding, just that he hadn’t yet reached an unbelievable level.