Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1230: Chapter 810: Outer Sect Disciple Yang Qinting

”Sixth Master, should we~” The subordinate made a throat-cutting gesture.

Lian Shengqian sneered coldly, ”This person is truly hateful. Simply killing him would be too easy. I want to torment him ruthlessly, let his family be destroyed, reduced to a lone wanderer, make him watch his descendants die helplessly, let him experience what true torment is!”

Taking a life is the easiest punishment; the real punishment is to make the enemy endure all the sufferings of this world.

Lian Shengqian would not easily let Yang Zhenshan go, so he decided to use the vilest means to make Yang Zhenshan live in agony.

He then wrote two letters and had his subordinates send them out.

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In the Xuanqing Sect, on the Spirit Essence Peak, within a secluded courtyard.

The morning light poured down like golden gauze, enveloping a graceful young man. He stood tall like a pine tree, his moon-white long robe fluttering in the breeze, with ink-colored cloud patterns embroidered on the hem resembling flowing celestial clouds. The long sword in his hand gleamed coldly, the ancient runes carved on the blade faintly exuded a mysterious aura under the dim light.

The young man’s bright eyes focused intently and firmly, his sword eyebrows slightly raised, exuding a heroic spirit. He gently lifted the sword, his wrist turning, the long sword tracing a graceful arc, resembling a dragon swaying its tail.

In an instant, sword shadows danced, cold light scattered, the airflow lifted by the sword blade made the surrounding flowers and grass rustle.

His every motion was powerful yet still graceful and agile, at times like an eagle striking the sky, fierce and swift; at times like a gentle breeze brushing over the water, smooth and fluent. The sunlight fell on the sword’s blade, reflecting a dazzling light that corresponded with the vibrant energy flowing around the young man.

The young man’s steps were unpredictable, as if walking on clouds, each step taken with a unique rhythm, complementing the sword moves perfectly.

After finishing a set of Cloud-Pushing Sword Skill practice, Yang Qinting’s lips curled slightly.

”Postnatal Fourth Layer, if the ancestor knew I’ve already reached the Postnatal Fourth Layer now, he would definitely be shocked!”

Yang Qinting was only twenty-one years old this year, but his cultivation had reached the Postnatal Fourth Layer, a cultivation speed that surpassed everyone in the Spirit Source Land.

It must be said that Yang Qinting’s talent in Martial Arts was indeed excellent, but more importantly, he now had dual resources from the Xuanqing Sect and the Spirit Source Land.

With high talent and ample resources, this is why Yang Qinting was able to reach the Postnatal Fourth Layer in just three years.

”I wonder what the ancestor is busy with!” Yang Qinting sheathed his long sword, pondering secretly.

He felt a bit homesick; he hadn’t returned home in these three years, apart from a few letters exchanged with his family, there had been no other contact.

Moreover, the Xuanqing Sect did not allow disciples to leave easily, especially the Outer Sect disciples, who were only permitted to return home once after five years of entering the sect.

According to the Xuanqing Sect’s higher-ups, the aim was to encourage early cultivation, as young people should strive to improve and not be hindered by mundane emotions.

But in reality, it was simply the Xuanqing Sect’s way of distancing the disciples from their family ties.

Sect disciples should dedicate their hearts to the sect, how could they be double-minded, constantly thinking of family?

After finishing his practice, Yang Qinting washed up briefly and then headed out.

He was now a senior Outer Sect disciple of the Xuanqing Sect, which meant he no longer had to live on Washing Sword Peak but could reside on Spirit Essence Peak.

”Senior Brother Yang, are you heading to the Medicinal Garden?”

As Yang Qinting stepped out, he encountered a pretty young girl, who smiled charmingly at him, speaking.

”Junior Sister Li, shall we go together?” Yang Qinting’s eyes lit up when he saw the girl, and he spoke.

This girl was named Li Qianqian, and she was Yang Qinting’s neighbor.

As Outer Sect disciples, they both had a menial job; Yang Qinting and Li Qianqian were both medicine farmers in the Medicinal Garden, mainly responsible for taking care of the Spiritual Medicine there.

Their courtyards were adjacent, as were the Medicinal Fields they tended, so over time, they became close senior and junior disciples.

Li Qianqian looked at Yang Qinting with surprise and said, ”Senior Brother, did you break through?”

”Hmm, just broke through. Didn’t expect you to notice it so quickly!”

The two chatted as they walked towards the Medicinal Garden.

”Congratulations, Senior Brother!” Li Qianqian expressed joyfully, her curved eyebrows and eyes making her look delightful.

”You should be close too, right?” Yang Qinting asked.

”Not quite yet, I just broke through to the third layer not long ago. It’ll probably take another year to reach the fourth layer!” Li Qianqian replied.

”That’s pretty quick too. I’m a year older than you; by the time you break through next year, you’ll be the same age I am right now!” Yang Qinting said.

He was a genius, but Xuanqing Sect had no shortage of geniuses.

Every Outer Sect disciple had superior roots and bones, and every one of them had family support behind them.

”But still not as good as you, Senior Brother! Your Swordsmanship is much better than mine!”

The two entered a mutual admiration mode, chatting and laughing, without any sense of awkwardness.

As they were walking out of the disciple residence area, a middle-aged man who appeared to be in his forties blocked their path suddenly.

”You must be Yang Qinting!” The middle-aged man spoke with a smile.

Yang Qinting was slightly puzzled but still respectfully cupped his fists and bowed, ”Disciple Yang Qinting greets Senior!”

”This old man is Lian Shengyu, an additional Deacon of the Outer Sect Hundred Crafts Hall!” The middle-aged man said.

The Hundred Crafts Hall is an institution in the Xuanqing Sect Outer Sect responsible for assigning tasks to disciples, like Yang Qinting’s work in taking care of the Medicinal Fields was assigned by the Hundred Crafts Hall.

”Disciple greets Deacon Lian!” Yang Qinting did not know why this person blocked him, but since he was a deacon of the Hundred Crafts Hall, he naturally had to be respectful and polite.