Storming the Zhang Household, Plundering and Killing at Will

"What kind of power is the Yang Household of Cloudmoor City?"

"Never heard of them. Do any of you know?"

"I do. My distant cousin lives in Cloudmoor City. She told me the Yang Household is the city's foremost lineage!"

"Cloudmoor City's foremost lineage? Why have they come to Clearwind Town dressed like Martial Warriors and spoiling for a fight?"

"Huh? The direction they're heading... Is that the Zhang Household?!"

"Quick, let's see what's going on!"

"Come on, come on!"

A large crowd from Clearwind Town hurried after Yang Piyuan and the others, though no one dared get too close for fear of provoking them.

They were Martial Warriors. Though no match for cultivators, they were stronger than ordinary people.

Before long.

The Zhang Household.

Outside the lineage grounds.

Whoosh!

Yang Piyuan and a hundred elite Martial Warriors of the Yang Household dismounted in unison, their presence overwhelming.

The onlookers' hearts trembled at the sight. They retreated several yards, privately fearing that disaster awaited the Zhang Household today!

"Lü Qiaogu, Lin Xingqi, you two stay here and lend Elder Yang and his men your support and presence."

"Everyone else, get on my robe. We're going to the Cloud Offering Sect!"

Seated atop the robe, Yan Qiuhua, a core disciple sent by the Cangri Sect, issued his orders.

"Yes, Senior Brother Yan!"

The ten Cangri Sect disciples answered in unison.

"Thank you, Young Hero Yan!"

Seeing that Yan Qiuhua had thoughtfully arranged for his fellow disciples to bolster his forces, Yang Piyuan hurriedly thanked him.

"Finish your business here quickly. We'll destroy the Cloud Offering Sect soon enough, so don't waste everyone's time!"

Yan Qiuhua spoke with cold arrogance. At the third level of the Foundation Establishment Realm, he naturally thought nothing of the Cloud Offering Sect.

"Understood, Young Hero Yan!"

Yang Piyuan answered solemnly.

Whoosh!

Yan Qiuhua could not be bothered to say more. He stirred his Source Power and departed in a streak of light with eight disciples.

"Martial Warriors of the Yang Household, charge into the Zhang Household! Plunder and kill as you please!"

At the sight, Yang Piyuan gave the order.

"Yes, Grand Elder!"

"Kill!"

A hundred Yang Household Martial Warriors charged into the Zhang Household grounds, weapons in hand.

Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi remained where they stood, unmoving as mountains.

For cultivators to attack ordinary people, especially to kill them, ran counter to the Heavenly Dao and could harm their cultivation.

At best, their progress would stall and their path of cultivation would end. At worst, inner demons would take root and drag them onto the demonic path.

Unless they had no other choice, cultivators would not attack ordinary people. Besides, Lü Qiaogu and Lin Xingqi were there only to lend the Yang Household their support.

The Zhang Household.

The council hall.

"Patriarch, terrible news!"

"A band of Martial Warriors shouting the Yang Household's name has charged into our grounds!"

"Our Martial Warriors are fighting desperately to hold them off, but the attackers are too strong. I'm afraid they won't last long!"

Zhang Hengbai, a Zhang Household steward, rushed into the council hall and reported in a panic.

"Hm? Yang Household Martial Warriors? Could they be from the Yang Household of Cloudmoor City?"

Zhang Qingping's brows shot up.

"I believe so. We began selling Communication Talismans in Cloudmoor City four days ago. Perhaps that angered them!"

"Patriarch, what should we do?"

Zhang Hengbai asked, frantic with worry.

The people of Clearwind Town might not know of the Yang Household of Cloudmoor City, but Zhang Qingping and Zhang Hengbai managed the Zhang Household's Communication Talisman sales there. How could they not have heard its name?

"Have our Martial Warriors hold them off with everything they have. I'll contact Xingfeng and ask the Heavenly Mist Sect to send help!"

After a moment's thought, Zhang Qingping answered calmly.

"The Heavenly Mist Sect?"

"What Sect is that? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Isn't Xingfeng a disciple of the Cloud Offering Sect?"

Zhang Hengbai looked utterly confused.

"Never mind those questions for now. Do as I say!"

Zhang Qingping had no patience to explain. His voice turned stern.

"Oh, and Patriarch, our people also saw cultivators arrive with the Yang Household Martial Warriors."

"They flew toward the Cloud Offering Sect. I fear they mean it harm!"

Zhang Hengbai added.

"Understood. I'll tell Xingfeng and warn Sect Master Lin as well!"

"First, gather our people and hold off those Yang Household Martial Warriors outside!"

Zhang Qingping took out a Communication Talisman as he gave the order.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

Zhang Hengbai hurried away.

The Heavenly Mist Sect.

Inside the Sect.

The Sect Discussion Hall.

"Master, something terrible has happened!"

"The Yang Household of Cloudmoor City sent Martial Warriors into my household, and cultivators have flown toward the Cloud Offering Sect!"

Zhang Xingfeng extinguished the Communication Talisman. His brows were tightly knit, his expression anxious.

"Elder Mo, go to the Cloud Offering Sect at once and help them repel the invading cultivators!"

Li Moqing turned to Mo Lingyuan and gave the order immediately.

"Yes, Sect Master!"

Mo Lingyuan knew that battles between cultivators were unlike those between ordinary people, with attacks traded back and forth. They were often decided in an instant.

Not daring to delay, he hurried away in a streak of light.

"Xingfeng, return to your household at once and protect your family!"

Li Moqing gave Zhang Xingfeng a solemn order.

"Yes, Master!"

Zhang Xingfeng dared not delay either. He swiftly stirred his Source Power, stepped onto Ink Edge, and flew off.

"Master, I want to help Eldest Senior Brother!"

"Master, so do I!"

Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu made their requests.

"Go!"

Li Moqing nodded.

Whoosh!

Before his words had faded, Dongfang Muxue and Chen Guyu stepped onto their weapons and sped after Zhang Xingfeng.

"Eldest Senior Brother, wait for us!"

They called out loudly.

"Thank you, Junior Sister, Junior Brother!"

Warmth spread through Zhang Xingfeng, but he did not slow down.

The Cloud Offering Sect.

Bang!

Without warning, a thunderous crash blew the Cloud Offering Sect's gates to pieces.

Whoosh!

Qin Tingjian and Huang Yanyu, who always guarded the Sect, hurtled into its grounds like meteors.

They slammed into the ground, gouging out a massive crater.

"Pfft!"

Both men spat mouthfuls of blood. It felt as though their innards had been torn apart.

Hearing the commotion, the members of the Cloud Offering Sect poured out and gathered around the crater.

"Tingjian! Yan Yu!"

They called out urgently.

"Sect Master, everyone, we're... cough... fine."

Qin Tingjian and Huang Yanyu were pale and terribly weak, but they forced out the words.

Whoosh!

Just then, a streak of light shot into the Cloud Offering Sect. It was Yan Qiuhua and his companions.

Seated on the robe high above, they looked down on the Cloud Offering Sect members with utter disdain, as though gazing at dead men.

And in their eyes, the Cloud Offering Sect members were dead men already!

"Who are you? Why have you injured my disciples?"

Grief and fury filled Lin Shanghai's face, but he looked at Yan Qiuhua without fear and demanded an answer in a cold voice.

Patriarch Zhang only just warned me, yet they're here already. The third level of the Foundation Establishment Realm? Hah...

He gave a bitter laugh inwardly.

"Who are we?" A cold smile touched Yan Qiuhua's lips. He raised his voice in a long cry. "The men who will kill you all!"

"Die!"

His eyes turned icy. With a shout, he drove his Source Power to a frenzy, formed a sphere of light, and blasted it toward Lin Shanghai.

Boom!

The sphere's crushing force descended, and countless buildings shattered in an instant!

"Hm?!"

Lin Shanghai did not dare take the attack lightly. His expression turned grave, his robe billowed, and he drove his Source Power to its limit, forming a massive palm to meet the blast head-on.

"Die!" "Come and die!"

At the same time, the eight disciples behind Yan Qiuhua leaped off the robe. They drove their Source Power forward and charged the remaining members of the Cloud Offering Sect.

The others of the Cloud Offering Sect showed no fear. They stirred their Source Power and met them in battle.

In an instant, figures darted throughout the Cloud Offering Sect, streaks of light flashed, and wondrous manifestations filled the air.

Power poured out and dust billowed everywhere. Qin Tingjian and Huang Yanyu, already grievously wounded, were caught in the turmoil and lost consciousness!