Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1497 - 937: Brothers in Misfortune

The black flames covered the sky, igniting the sprawling vines.

Yang Zhenshan had no choice but to retreat in avoidance. Although he wasn’t sure what kind of flame it was, it was best not to contact it regardless.

Cultivators’ flames are strange and varied; there are Heaven and Earth Strange Fires, Spiritual Fires driven by cultivators’ mana, and True Fires that simulate Heaven and Earth Strange Fires.

Spiritual Fires are relatively common; most flames used by Fire Attribute cultivators are Spiritual Fires. The truly troublesome ones are Heaven and Earth Strange Fires and True Fires.

The flame used by Hong Fuxiu, for example, is a True Fire that simulates the Nanming Lihuo. Although it is not the genuine Nanming Lihuo, it possesses a portion of its power.

The flame in front of him used by Jiang Taishu has Netherworld properties. It is not only hard to extinguish but also carries a corrosive effect. The vines ignited by it weren’t burnt clean but corroded into Netherworld properties.

Yang Zhenshan retreated over a hundred yards, frowning as he looked at the patch of black flames.

Nether Prison Sect is indeed a powerful sect, with a foundation even surpassing the Xuanqing Sect.

The Silent Spirit Fire used by Ming Shuzi is also a rather unique True Fire, but it is different from Jiang Taishu’s.

These special techniques represent the foundation of a faction.

”Alas, it seems some price must be paid!”

Yang Zhenshan sighed helplessly.

With that said, he waved his sleeve, and the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace appeared in front of him.

He was already lacking in powerful offensive techniques. Although he had a few foundations, both the Qinghua Thunder Pearl and the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace are methods with tremendous consumption.

Once the Qinghua Thunder Pearl is used, it needs to be nurtured again. If the Gold Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace is taken out, it will cost tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands of Spirit Stones.

These two methods are not suitable for regular combat.

Thus, his combat techniques appear quite singular.

The Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower, because the Soul Returning Array holds Red Cloud’s soul, cannot be used to imprison enemies’ Divine Souls, only to protect them.

Vine Skill combined with my spear intent, accompanied by Wood Divine Thunder, can attack and defend, but its shortcomings are obvious: the power is insufficient, able only to handle some weaker opponents. Once the opponent is strong, this method becomes quite useless.

As for other methods, like Soul Capturing Skill, they are similar.

Also, the Golden Light Divine Spell; Xuanzhen’s Golden Light Divine Spell is extremely powerful, while his is only entry-level, rendering it quite useless to him.

At this moment, he was extremely eager to refine the Green Wood Purple Lightning Sword!

If only he had the Green Wood Purple Lightning Sword, he wouldn’t need the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace now.

”Caw caw~~”

The Golden Crow floated in the air, its golden wings releasing scorching flames.

”Golden Crow, burn him to death!”

Commanded Yang Zhenshan.

”Yes, Master!” The Golden Crow responded, then swooped directly toward Jiang Taishu.

The golden flames rose, covering the sky in the blink of an eye. As soon as the True Sun Fire surged, the black flames began to rapidly retreat.

In merely a breath, the black flames vanished completely, replaced by golden flames filling the sky.

Seeing this, Jiang Taishu’s face changed drastically. Without any hesitation, he turned to flee.

What a joke!

This is True Sun Fire!

Just a touch is enough to cause him immense suffering.

”Trying to leave!”

Yang Zhenshan was not about to let him go, and with a flicker, appeared in front of Jiang Taishu.

With one hand forming a spell, the other waved, sending thousands of vines shooting out from his wide sleeves.

Jiang Taishu’s face changed again, ”Yang Zhenshan, you deserve to die!”

At this moment, he was in extreme danger; with True Sun Fire behind him and Yang Zhenshan blocking his path, even the slightest miscalculation could lead to his death.

In such peril, he naturally burned with rage, harboring intense hatred towards Yang Zhenshan.

”Divine Soul Nether Fire!”

He opened his mouth once more, spitting out black flames, different from before, as the shadow behind him rapidly fanned the square fan in its hand.

Black wind blew the black flames.

In an instant, the surging flames were like ferocious ghosts climbing out of Hell, pouncing toward Yang Zhenshan with gnashing teeth and claws.

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes slightly narrowed, and he also opened his mouth to spit out a Thunder Pearl.

”Thunder Burst!”

Green thunder suddenly exploded, spreading forward along the thousands of vines.

In the next moment, the Divine Soul Nether Fire collided with the Wood Divine Thunder.

Wind and fire intertwined, lightning flickered, the two entangled in each other, accompanied by the continuous roar of wind and thunder.

Yang Zhenshan had always nurtured two Thunder Pearls, though he wanted to nurture three, he never had the time.

The earliest Thunder Pearl he could never bear to use, opting for the second Pearl each time, but he could only nurture it for a few years before needing to use it again.

The current Thunder Pearl had only been nurtured for seven to eight years, incapable of competing with Jiang Taishu’s Divine Soul Nether Fire.

In just two breaths, the Wood Divine Thunder scattered.

But that was enough; Yang Zhenshan hadn’t intended to take down Jiang Taishu with this Thunder Pearl, merely to momentarily stall him.

”Caw caw~~”

The Golden Crow had already caught up with Jiang Taishu, joyfully screeching as it opened its beak wide, spitting a large mouthful of True Sun Fire.

Jiang Taishu still tried to dodge, but it was too late.

”No~~”

Jiang Taishu cried out in despair.

Under his terrified gaze, the scorching True Sun Fire completely engulfed him.

His hopeless voice faded in the flames, and the Golden Crow circled around him, unexpectedly grabbing a square fan, a chain, and a storage bag as it flew out.