Martial Peak

Yang Family Elder Hall.

The hall was huge and spacious, the floor covered with thick elegant carpeting, many beautiful landscape paintings adorned the walls and an incense burner in the middle of the hall filled the air with a pure calming fragrance. The roof was made from the finest stone with many inlaid gems which seemed to sparkle like stars.

A few gray-haired old men dressed in simple robes either sat or stood about, studying various scriptures or practicing different Secret Arts, thoroughly engaging in their study of the Martial Dao.

Each of these old men seemed ordinary, their Spiritual Essence completely restrained, almost indistinguishable for common old men one might find out on the streets, but in fact, each of them was a powerful and well known master.

At the head of the hall, Yang Zhen sat upon his chair. Although he was old and his hair was thinning, his eyes still held a youthful and animated light.

As one of the leaders of the Elder Hall, plus as an older man, it wasn’t convenient for him to go out much. Unlike the younger generations he couldn’t run around outside making contributions to the Yang Family so Yang Zhen sat in the Elder Hall all the year round along with a number of other Elders in order to handle various internal affairs.

At this time, Yang Zhen’s eyelids were drooping slightly, looking quite indifferent, his hands tucked into his sleeves folded across his chest as he listened to a young man in front of him talking about various things.

After a while, the young man finished and then looked up at Yang Zhen with nervous eyes, waiting for him to give a reply.

Slowly opening his eyes, the seemingly uninterested eyes of Yang Zhen flashed with light as he stared at the young man coldly, his expression darkening.

“Waste!” Yang Zhen roared, “You spent all these years outside but can only bring back this trash to my Yang Family? You want to trade these pieces of garbage for the services of a Blood Warrior? You must think I’ve become senile with old age!”

The young man who was harshly reprimanded by Yang Zhen blushed red with embarrassment.

“Go back, I’ll take down what you’ve brought back with you, but know that it is not enough to have any one of the Blood Warriors follow you,” Yang Zhen waved, impatiently adding, “When you have enough merits you may return to speak with us again, but with the Inheritance War about to begin, I’m afraid you won’t have time prepare any. For this Inheritance War, you should give up as soon as possible to avoid embarrassing yourself.”

The young man looked blank, letting out an exasperated sigh, his eyes filled with reluctance, opening his mouth to plead, “Elder, if I could use all of this to exchange for at least one…”

But before he could finish his words, he was mercilessly cut off by Yang Zhen, “If I say it’s not enough then it is not enough! Roll out! Don’t waste any more of our time.”

After the angry shout, an invisible force struck the young man and directly shot him out of the Elder Hall.

The entire building creaked under the residual pressure but none of the white haired Elders moved, like they were made of stone, completely oblivious to what had just taken place, instead only focusing on their own pursuits.

Outside the hall, the young man picked himself up, his face filled with shame, his cheeks a deep shade of red, clenching his fists tightly before angrily leaving.

Yang Kai, who had just arrived at the entrance of the hall, witness the entire scene and couldn’t help feeling slightly bitter.

The young man who was ejected from the hall was Yang Tie, Yang Kai’s Third Brother.

in the Inheritance War, the various Young Lords had

Tie hadn’t gotten anything too valuable over these past few years

Third Brother didn’t have enough.” Someone suddenly spoke out from beside Yang Kai, a tinge of regret in their

and saw Yang Zhao standing there with a sad look on his face,

Yang Kai walked over and greeted

Yang Zhao

that made it seem like if the Heaven’s collapsed and the Earth split apart he would remain calm and indifferent from beginning to end, forever unchanging. It was only when Yang Zhao shouted

Kai knew who he was

younger generation’s only Immortal Ascension Boundary cultivator, his Eldest Brother Yang

Yang Kai greeted him, inexplicably, he felt his own True Qi fluctuate uncontrollably. Only when he felt pressure from an

True Element Eighth Stage. But still, he couldn’t help but frown, a suspicion welling up inside his heart, not quite able to understand why Yang Kai

grown up to this point.” Yang Wei nodded lightly, showing a touch

though, a feeling

little brother that stood in front of him couldn’t even cultivate, he was no better than an ordinary mortal with no strength

time his youngest brother had cultivated for was eight or more

his youngest brother would give him a sense of pressure. With such shocking cultivation speed, if he

at Yang Kai and chuckled, the latter nodding slightly and smiling bitterly, “There’s no choice, the family said to come, so I

intimately, “Why else do you think the family has so

family, one day you’ll be able to use it for yourself.” Yang Wei seemed to be born with a cold face. In Yang Kai’s memory, he never laughed, nor said many words, he was always

to him, Yang Zhao and Yang Kai

exchange for the Two Blood Warriors that brought you back? I saw that they treated you

head, “I have other candidates

why Yang Kai wouldn’t

instead quickly changing the subject, “Fifth Brother? Why isn’t Fifth Brother

Zhao and Yang Kang were blood related brothers, they had always been inseparable and generally where one appeared the

loudly, “With me here, do

a knowing glance. It wasn’t just Yang Kang who feared this cold faced big brother of theirs, all the members of

related to Yang Wei

going ahead,” Yang Wei casually gestured, striding forward confidently

again and without

like talking much, even though the rest of us brothers want to be closer

no tricks or schemes, what he said was what

Brother will be going next,

“En, go ahead.”

big smile on his face, apparently very satisfied with his