Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1502 - 939: Green Gold Sword (Part 2)

In terms of attack power, the Green Gold Sword is naturally superior. Even though the Furnace of Eight Trigrams possesses the True Sun Fire, it cannot compare to the Green Gold Sword.

This isn’t to say the True Sun Fire isn’t powerful, but rather that the Golden Crow alone cannot unleash the full power of the True Sun Fire.

However, the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace has its advantages. As a pill furnace, its value to an alchemist is definitely above that of the Green Gold Sword.

If Yang Zhenshan had to choose, he would rather have the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Li Xuanxiao was slain, Sheng Youhuang fled, and Jian Changhe, Jian Guyun, and the others bowed to the Green Gold Sword, ”Farewell, Sword Master!”

The Green Gold Sword trembled slightly, emitting a clear sword cry, then transformed into a beam of spiritual light and vanished into the vast mountains.

Watching the disappearing spiritual light, everyone in Wuxiang City let out a heavy sigh of relief.

The piercing, sharp sensation finally disappeared.

Even though they were far from the spirit sword, and the spirit sword hadn’t targeted them, they still felt a strong stabbing pain.

Feeling the stabbing sensation fade along with the spirit sword, everyone relaxed, letting go of their tension.

But in their hearts, they gained a newfound respect for Hidden Sword Mountain.

A spirit sword capable of easily slaying Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists was enough to cow the entire Sea of Spirit.

”Congratulations to the Mountain Master on the great victory!”

When Yang Zhenshan and others returned, they hurried forward to offer their congratulations.

Jian Changhe stood on Wuxiang City’s wall, gazing at the battlefield in ruins, ”Elder Yang, you’ve worked hard! In this battle, you deserve the highest merit!”

Yang Zhenshan smiled faintly and said, ”No need for such praise, compared to the Mountain Master, I’ve only done my small part.”

Jian Changhe nodded slightly, saying no more, and simply instructed, ”I’ll leave the remaining issues to Elder Yang!”

With that, he turned and flew towards the city.

Yang Zhenshan accurately caught the slight tremor in Jian Changhe’s hands.

Obviously, wielding the Green Gold Sword was incredibly taxing.

”I, too, will take a rest,” Yun Xiao said softly.

”Alright,”

Yang Zhenshan nodded subtly.

This battle at the Sea of Spirit was won decisively, and now was the time to collect the spoils of war.

The Yang family, being the main force of this battle, naturally laid claim to these spoils of war.

Jian Changhe and his allies did not even touch Li Xuanxiao’s possessions, clearly indicating their stance.

And Yun Xiao also wouldn’t risk upsetting anyone at this moment.

However, the greatest spoils of this battle weren’t Li Xuanxiao’s belongings but that flying boat.

Once Yun Xiao left, Yang Zhenshan flickered and appeared at the spot where the flying boat had crashed.

Qu Changkong was already guarding the place, having set his eyes on the flying boat as soon as victory was assured.

This was a large flying boat, and even a single large flying boat could be worth millions of low-grade Spirit Stones.

Throughout the Sea of Spirit, only the Xuanqing Sect had a Glaze Cloud Boat, and Hidden Sword Mountain likely had a flying boat too, though they hadn’t utilized it for this occasion.

Yang Zhenshan had always wanted a flying boat for the Spirit Origin Land, not because it was necessary there, but because he hoped the Spirit Origin Land could learn the flying boat manufacturing technology.

”How is it?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

Qu Changkong shook his head, ”I don’t know, we don’t understand the array on it, but we do know this flying boat can’t be activated!”

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, then turned his attention to the flying boat.

In fact, Yang Zhenshan already had a flying boat, one taken from Xu Mingzhu years ago.

However, that flying boat was only a medium-sized one, measuring just twenty zhang long.

Whereas the flying boat before them exceeded a hundred zhang in length and thirty zhang in width, shaped like a spindle, with a fortress on deck seemingly refined from some kind of black crystal stone.

”What about the people inside?”

”They’ve already fled!”

”Fled! It seems this flying boat is quite severely damaged!”

If the damage wasn’t severe, they would certainly have taken the flying boat with them.

”Have everyone withdraw, and I’ll take it back!” Yang Zhenshan ordered.

Clearly, it wasn’t the right time to study this thing, so the flying boat should be sent to the Spirit Origin Land where Jingxuan Hall, the Array Hall, and the Artifact Foundry could be set to researching it.

A large flying boat involves many elements: runes, arrays, artifact refining, puppetry, mechanisms, etc. It’s a masterwork of the immortal arts, certainly not something simple to build.

To thoroughly understand everything involved with the flying boat, the Spirit Origin Land would need a significant time investment.

Once the soldiers withdrew, Yang Zhenshan used his Spiritual Sense to conduct a thorough search inside and out of the flying boat, ensuring there were no living creatures on board before sending it to the Spirit Origin Land.

”Let’s go clean up the battlefield!” Yang Zhenshan instructed Qu Changkong, before returning to Wuxiang City.

At this time, Wuxiang City was also in ruins. Even though Ma Qiuyan and Ning Yun’s arrays protected it, many buildings had still suffered damage.

Moreover, there were many wounded soldiers and affected residents within the city, who had been cowering in their homes, trembling. Now that the battle was finally over, they could relax a bit.

Though initially dissatisfied with the Yang family’s occupation of Wuxiang City, they now just wished for the ordeal to end quickly.

Yang Zhenshan naturally didn’t care about their thoughts. Compared to these residents of Wuxiang City, he was more concerned about the casualties of the Yujing Guard.

One by one, the wounded lay behind the city walls, and Yang Zhenshan used the Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron to heal them.

For light wounds, a simple Healing Skill could bring them to about 70-80% recovery.

For severe injuries, as long as they were breathing, Yang Zhenshan could use the healing power of the Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron to save their lives.

However, saving a life was easy; making them recover completely was much harder.

Severe injuries required rest, while injuries damaging to one’s foundation were even harder to heal, not that they couldn’t be healed, but the cost would be too great. Yang Zhenshan could only stabilize their condition and let them recover slowly.

This battle had cost the Yujing Guard dearly.

”Master, a total of 1,832 have died, with a further 123 mutant beasts killed!” Qu Changkong came to Yang Zhenshan’s side, reporting in a low voice.

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes lowered slightly. Eighteen hundred sounded like a lot, but remember that Yujing Guard had only nine thousand troops in total.

In just one battle, twenty percent of the soldiers had died.

And there were still the wounded to consider.

Almost everyone was injured, and there were many seriously wounded.

When considering those with irreparable injuries, this battle reduced the Yujing Guard’s strength by thirty percent.

In a single battle, a thirty percent reduction.

Even Yang Zhenshan felt the sting in his heart.

But compared to Nether Prison Sect’s losses, the Yang family’s losses seemed somewhat insignificant.

The Nether Prison Sect’s fifty thousand troops were nearly wiped out, with less than twenty percent managing to escape.

And the Nether Prison Sect lost significant top-tier fighters, with over ten Golden Body Realm Martial Artists and two Foundation Establishment cultivators lost, including Jiang Taishu and Ming Shuzi.

Jiang Taishu was the Sect Leader of the Nether Prison Sect, while Ming Shuzi was their most powerful Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Not to mention Li Xuanxiao, a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist. These losses had already crippled the Nether Prison Sect.

”Were there any losses in the Martial Hall?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

Qu Changkong paused briefly, ”Many are injured, but no one lost their lives.”

”Alright!” Yang Zhenshan looked at him, ”What’s wrong?”

”Yang Chengxu’s dantian was injured. Although he hasn’t lost all his cultivation, his condition is poor, and he may never advance again!”

”Yang Chengche lost an arm, which can’t be reattached! Yang Qinwu’s legs were severed, and he will likely never walk again!”

Qu Changkong spoke softly.

Yang Zhenshan frowned slightly; he knew the Martial Hall’s injuries were severe, but had not expected them to be so severe.

Yang Chengxu, Yang Chengche, and Yang Qinwu were different from Yang Minghao and Yang Mingzhi, who had practiced the Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill, which granted strong self-recovery and the ability to nourish themselves with Earth Veins Primordial Qi.

As long as they weren’t killed in one hit, they could recover over time.

Yang Zhenshan pondered for a moment and said, ”Let’s go check on Chengxu first.”

Yang Chengxu’s dantian injury was a serious issue. If not handled properly, he could lose all his cultivation, scattering his vitality and exhausting his lifespan.

Compared to this, losing a limb was relatively minor.

Lost limbs could be regrown, albeit at a significant cost.

Soon, they arrived at a pavilion on the left of the Three Saints Tower.

”Father!” Yang Mingzhi had been waiting there and quickly went forward to greet him.

”How’s the situation?” Yang Zhenshan glanced at him, seeing that his ears had regrown, though a bit small and asymmetrical, looking slightly comical.

”Chengche and Qinwu are doing alright, but Chengxu is feeling quite down,” Yang Mingzhi replied.

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, ”Let’s go see Chengxu first!”