Yang An'nan's Theory

Eight years ago, after the war in the Spirit Commandery World Interstice, the Yang Household and the Mountain and River Hall became enemies.

While the relationship between the two sides wasn't exactly tense, minor frictions did occur from time to time.

Ba Commandery, Huai River City.

On the second floor of the restaurant, the brothers Yang An'nan and Yang Anping sat facing each other, drinking.

With worry in his eyes, Yang Anping said softly, "Brother Nan, that Marquis Old Devil is Devil Cultivator at the Golden Core Realm. Although he is severely injured and his strength is greatly diminished, he is still not someone that we two Foundation Establishment Cultivators can kill. You should think carefully!"

"Don't worry, Brother Ping, when have I ever done anything without being sure of success?" Yang An'nan smiled calmly and transmitted his voice, "I received intelligence that several inner disciples of the Mountain and River Hall were also targeting Marquis Old Devil."

They were all cultivators at the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment or the Great Perfection stage. Given the Old Devil's current state, he might not be able to defeat them.

"Brother, do you mean to cooperate with the disciples of the Mountain and River Hall?" Yang Anping was stunned for a moment, then shook his head like a rattle drum, saying repeatedly, "No, no, the relationship between my Yang Household and the Mountain and River Hall over the years is obvious to all."

Those disciples of the Mountain and River Hall, arrogant and self-important, always think of the Yang Household as nouveau riche and look down on us. How could they possibly cooperate with us?

"Cooperation?" Yang An'nan smiled smirked. "Why would I cooperate with those arrogant and incompetent fools? It's nothing more than using someone else to do my dirty work, using one enemy to devour another, and reaping the benefits!"

"The fisherman benefits?" Yang Anping exclaimed in surprise. "Brother, don't scare me. Although we've fallen out with the Mountain and Mountain and River Hall, we can't do something like ambushing their disciples. It could easily escalate into a major conflict, and the Clan Rules clearly state that we must not..."

As he spoke, Yang Anping's tone softened, and he realized that his elder brother was a lawless and ruthless man. By the Lineage's standards, he was a complete Evil Cultivator.

"Brother, you must think this over carefully!" Yang Anping could only say in the end.

Seeing this, Yang An'nan smiled, "I know what you mean, Brother Ping. If possible, I would not want to kill and rob."

However, we both have the aptitude of Five Spirit Roots and poor comprehension, making it difficult to receive preferential treatment from the Lineage's resources, and breaking through to the Golden Core stage seems a long way off.

According to Mortal standards, he's already past his eighties, yet he's still stuck in the Foundation Establishment Realm, which is truly disheartening.

Without robbing, stealing, or killing, how can one compare to those exceptionally talented members of one's clan? How can one ascend the Great Dao and attain immortality?

In my view, Clan Rules are just a bottom line for us, not something we are supposed to follow exactly.

Looking across the Cultivation World, which major power rose to power without leaving a trail of blood, stepping over the corpses of other forces to reach its peak?

I refuse to believe that those important figures in the Lineage have clean hands.

As long as we don't prey on our own people or take advantage of those around us, there won't be a problem.

Moreover, the Mountain and River Hall is a potential competitor and a future enemy. We will have to confront them sooner or later. How can we be lenient with an enemy?

Yang An'nan's theory left Yang Anping speechless.

He felt his elder brother was talking nonsense, but couldn't find a way to refute him, so he could only nod weakly and say helplessly, "Fine, I can't argue with you, but if you insist on doing things this way, you must make thorough arrangements!"

"Don't worry about me!" Yang An'nan smiled calmly and focused on preparing the Spirit Cuisine in front of him.

Three days later, a fierce battle broke out at the border between Luochuan Commandery and Ba Commandery.

One of them was a weak and thin Golden Core Devil Cultivator, none other than Marquis Old Devil.

On the other side, there were also four Foundation Establishment Cultivators, each with extraordinary cultivation. At this moment, they were forming Formation to surround Marquis Old Devil.

Call!

A foul wind blew in, and Marquis Old Devil threw out a black and red pocket. Drops of filthy black blood dripped from the edge, and the sound of ghosts wailing and wolves howling filled the sky, making the sky seem to darken for a moment.

"Oh no! This is the Black Blood Drape! It can corrode Law Artifacts, Spiritual Power, and Fleshly Body. Stabilize the Formation! Don't let this thing touch you!" A female cultivator in her late teens cried out urgently, but it was too late.

With a hissing sound, pungent black smoke enveloped the four people.

With a whoosh, the Black Blood Drape was directly placed over the head of a young man.

In an instant, the flesh and hair on his head were completely corroded away, his breath dissipated, and he died on the spot.

"Junior brother!" the woman cried out in anguish, somewhat regretting that she had led her men to hunt down this Marquis Old Devil.

Hunting down Golden Core Devil Cultivators can indeed yield great rewards, but you have to be alive to reap them.

"Heh heh, a few Foundation Establishment juniors think they can ambush and kill our Old Ancestor? They're just delusional." Marquis Old Devil chuckled, his voice sharp as a night owl.

As soon as he finished speaking, he moved his hand, and the Black Blood Drape turned around and pounced towards the woman at the head of the group.

When!!

A resounding bell chime Yunxiao, and a large brass bell, painted with mountains and rivers, stood before the woman.

This was clearly a Third Tier Law Treasure.

"Law Treasure? It seems our Old Ancestor's Fortune has finally arrived!" Marquis Old Devil was not surprised but delighted. Even for Golden Core Cultivator, a Law Treasure is quite valuable.

"Go!" The Black Blood Drape flew out again, colliding with the Bronze Bell.

On the other side, Marquis Old Devil, riding a Black-Haired Zombie, blocked the remaining two disciples of the Mountain and River Hall.

It was clear that his injuries were indeed severe; he didn't even dare to use too much Law Power, obviously suppressing his injuries.

Facing three opponents alone, Marquis Old Devil had the upper hand and was about to break through the Bronze Bell when, unexpectedly, a disciple of the Mountain and River Hall suddenly appeared from behind him.

With a sharp shout, the Talisman he had prepared for a long time was instantly activated.

"Die!!"

Boom!!

The intense flames spread across half the sky, resembling Volcano cloud from afar, a truly magnificent sight.

However, Marquis Old Devil was facing the Demon-Refining True Fire head-on, was startled. He did not expect that the disciples of the Mountain and River Hall had actually split into two groups: one group was drawing fire from the front, and the other group was launching a surprise attack from behind.

I have no idea what method this investor used to manage to deceive my Divine Sense.

A series of thoughts flashed through his mind like lightning. Marquis Old Devil's expression changed. He stopped using his Law Power to suppress his injuries and instead used all his strength.

Boom!!

The full force of the Golden Core swept across the sky, but the Third-Tier Talisman activated at full power was equally formidable.

The two forces collided, and Marquis Old Devil, caught off guard, ultimately suffered a great loss. A large hole was burned in his back by the flames, his skin and flesh melted away, and his ribs could even be seen through the hole.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot.

The four disciples of the Mountain and River Hall exchanged glances and attacked simultaneously.

The woman held Bronze Bell and, without hesitation, burned her Essence Blood to activate it.

The resounding bell chimes transformed into layers of sound waves, exploding in Marquis Old Devil's mind and causing his consciousness to momentarily freeze.

The other three rushed forward, throwing out Second-Tier Upper-Grade Talisman as if they were free, and unleashing their Law Artifact at full power, aiming at Marquis Old Devil.

They held nothing back, and in an instant, only ten or twenty percent of their Spiritual Power remained.

Persistence pays off. Despite his severe injuries, Marquis Old Devil was unable to withstand the combined attack of four cultivators at the Ninth Layer of Foundation Establishment and was killed on the spot.

The Golden Core broke through the Dantian, trying to escape, but was trapped by the Bronze Bell. With a tremor, the soul within was shattered into pieces.