Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1571: Chapter 972: Do You Dare to Battle This Old Man!

“What are we waiting for? Let’s grab a Spiritual Artifact first!”

Yun Xiao said.

Yang Zhenshan’s lips curled up, “Then let’s go grab one!”

Why did they come here?

Isn’t it exactly to snatch things?

All that talk of adventure and treasure hunting is nonsense. Here in True Yang Heaven, there are thousands of cultivators, demon beasts, ghost cultivators, and martial artists. If you want to explore, others won’t let you explore in peace. If you want to find treasures, that’s even less possible; everyone will be vying for them with you.

So this time, entering True Yang Heaven, there are only two words: ‘compete and snatch’.

Compete against people, against ghosts, against demons.

Yang Zhenshan’s figure soared into the air, joining the chaotic battlefield like a swimming dragon.

He had already set his eyes on a Spiritual Artifact, a gourd-shaped item emitting a gentle green light, exuding a subtle Wood Attribute vitality.

At this moment, the gourd Spiritual Artifact was being contested by two parties, one of which Yang Zhenshan recognized as Feng Guiyue and his three companions from Wind Valley, while the other party consisted of four Mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators that Yang Zhenshan didn’t know at all.

No matter who they are, just grab it first.

“Talismanic magic, strike them dead!”

As Yang Zhenshan approached, he didn’t hesitate, immediately throwing out a stack of Mysterious Thunder Talismans.

It was indeed a big stack, as many as forty sheets.

The talisman paper ignited, and in an instant, wild lightning danced chaotically, filling the entire sky.

The two sides involved in the struggle were caught off guard by this sudden attack.

Yang Zhenshan focused on the cyan gourd in Feng Guiyue’s hand, and with a wave of his sleeve, a vine pierced through the dense lightning, latching onto the cyan gourd.

“You’re courting death!”

As the cyan gourd slipped from his hand, Feng Guiyue reacted, forming a spell and sending a pale Wind Blade rushing toward Yang Zhenshan.

Meanwhile, everyone else almost simultaneously charged toward the gourd being pulled up by the vine into the sky.

The sky full of lightning couldn’t deter their desire for the Spiritual Artifact.

“Separation Fire, rise!”

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~

Fiery red and scorching hot flames rose, covering a large portion of the sky in the blink of an eye, with Hong Fuxiu swirling in red clothes, the brilliant flames raining down like a meteor shower.

Blocking those who attempted to seize the cyan gourd.

“Six-Armed Vajra! Roar!”

Kou Ta let out a furious roar, six golden arms growing from his back, smashing down furiously on the Wind Blade unleashed by Feng Guiyue.

In terms of cultivation, Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu were only Mid-stage Foundation Establishment, but their actual power was in no way inferior to that of Late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Being recruited by the Ten Thousand Treasures Store naturally testified to their outstanding abilities.

Hong Fuxiu practiced Nanming Lihuo, while Kou Ta cultivated the Vajra Body, both renowned for their combat prowess among Immortal Cultivators.

The two of them taking action helped Yang Zhenshan block most attacks, allowing him to seize the cyan gourd.

The main reason behind their success was taking their opponents by surprise when Feng Guiyue and the others were unprepared, catching them off guard.

The cyan gourd gently rotated in Yang Zhenshan’s hand, a faint smile appearing in his eyes.

Though he didn’t yet know the function of this Spiritual Artifact, Yang Zhenshan could feel it was a perfect fit for him.

With a flip of his hand, the gourd Spiritual Artifact disappeared from Yang Zhenshan’s hand, tossed into the Spirit Origin.

If others obtained such a Spiritual Artifact, they would have to keep it in their hands or on their bodies, as Spiritual Artifacts cannot be stored in Storage Bags.

But Yang Zhenshan was different; he could toss Spiritual Artifacts into the Spirit Origin.

With this gourd Spiritual Artifact, Yang Zhenshan’s trip here was worthwhile, but he wasn’t content with just this.

“Where did you hide the thing?” Feng Guiyue sensed something was off and shouted loudly.

“Hand over the item, or don’t blame us for being rude!” the others shouted coldly as well.

Yang Zhenshan, having obtained the gourd Spiritual Artifact, instantly became the enemy of both parties.

Outnumbered by foes, it seemed unfavorable.

However, Yang Zhenshan was unfazed.

“I not only want the item but also your lives!”

“Hahaha~~”

Yang Zhenshan laughed arrogantly, a surge of excitement swelling in his heart, making him feel as if he had taken a stimulant, engulfed in a state of extreme exhilaration.

Truth be told, it had been a long time since he had enjoyed a satisfying battle.

The last great battle was in Wuxiang City against the Nether Prison Sect. Although Yang Zhenshan used almost his full strength in that battle, he held back due to too many concerns, unable to fight freely.

But now, in this Sun Cave Heaven, he could fight without hesitation or worries.

Cautiously arriving here, now that he had made his appearance, there was no need to remain overly cautious.

With a gesture of his sleeve, the Green Wood Purple Lightning Sword appeared in his hand.

Yang Zhenshan held the sword in one hand and clutched a stack of Mysterious Thunder Talismans in the other, charging toward Feng Guiyue.

Before entering the Void Rift, it was Feng Guiyue who intercepted them, although it didn’t pose any obstacle to them, Yang Zhenshan still harbored a strong desire to kill this guy.

“Thunderous Might!”

The Green Wood Purple Lightning Sword bloomed with dazzling lightning, igniting the Mysterious Thunder Talismans in succession.

Heavy dark clouds gathered at the horizon, with indigo-blue lightning bolting through the cloud base like serpentine dragons.

Yang Zhenshan was bathed entirely in lightning; the flowing electric light at his feet etched web-like patterns across the ground, each pattern writhing like a living creature, crawling toward its target. Wherever they passed, grass blades curled and scorched instantly, and the surface of the gravel rose into fine cracks.

The Purple Lightning Sword in his hand sliced toward Feng Guiyue, instantly unleashing pale lightning from the cloud anvil. The thunder pillar split into thousands of silver serpents, weaving an electric net spanning a hundred meters in the air, transforming the surrounding landscape into distorted shadow puppets.