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"Hey, did you hear? A big family moved in from Willow Leaf Town, dozens of people."

"Of course, I also heard that this family has an Immortal Master, and they've now submitted to the main family."

"It's truly enviable. If we could be fortunate enough to join the North Bank Clan in this lifetime, that would be great."

Two traveling merchants chatted as they walked, and after turning a corner, they arrived at the main road in front of Zhao Mansion.

They glanced at the plaque of Zhao Mansion, their expressions showing a hint of disgust.

"Those few good-for-nothings from the Zhao family are truly hateful!" one of them said, shaking his head.

"Yeah, they were taught a lesson by the clan soldiers before, but they still haven't learned. It hasn't been long, and they're already causing trouble on the South Bank."

The other chimed in, "The Zhao family's reputation has been ruined by these few individuals. Now, as soon as the shops on the South Bank see them from afar, they get so scared they have to close up shop."

From the complaints of the two, it was clear that the young masters of the Zhao family had indeed gone too far.

Just as they walked past the entrance of Zhao Mansion, a series of piercing screams suddenly erupted from within the courtyard.

"Ah!! Help!!"

"Murder!!"

The two merchants shivered at the sound, and the surrounding people also gathered upon hearing the commotion.

The screams from within Zhao Mansion continued, but the gates were tightly shut, and they didn't dare to go in and investigate.

About fifteen minutes later, the screams stopped, leaving only faint sobs.

Slam!

The main gate of Zhao Mansion was kicked open. Everyone looked towards the sound and saw Zhao Dapeng, disheveled and covered in blood, walking out.

His appearance terrified the passersby, who scrambled backward in fear.

The two merchants, a mixture of fear and curiosity, poked their heads out. They saw that Zhao Dapeng was holding a cleaver in one hand and dragging a burlap sack in the other.

This type of sack was usually used for grain, but it was unclear what was inside now, as it was also stained blood-red.

Zhao Dapeng, dragging the blood-stained burlap sack, walked all the way towards the Yang Family's residence.

Clan soldiers, having received the news, quickly reported it upwards. Yang Tieli rushed over.

"Elder Brother Zhao, what are you doing?"

Yang Tieli stopped Zhao Dapeng and asked.

Zhao Dapeng looked at him, panting, and forced out a smile. "Leader Tieli, don't worry. This old man isn't looking for trouble. I feel ashamed and am going to the main family to beg for forgiveness."

"Beg for forgiveness?"

Yang Tieli glanced at the burlap sack behind him and had a rough idea of what was happening.

"Since I'm going that way anyway, why don't we go together?"

"That would be best!"

After Zhao Dapeng agreed, he walked alongside Yang Tieli to the entrance of the Yang Family's residence.

Yang Feiyun was already waiting at the door.

Outside the gate, a dense crowd of onlookers had gathered, craning their necks and trying to push forward.

Zhao Dapeng wasted no time. Upon arriving, he immediately knelt and kowtowed three times to Yang Feiyun.

"Master! I failed to discipline my subordinates. These fools have disgraced the clan outside. This is the fault of my Zhao family."

As he spoke, Zhao Dapeng emptied the contents of the burlap sack. It was six severed heads!

"Whoa!"

This gruesome scene made the surrounding villagers gasp. The fainter-hearted even rolled their eyes and fainted from shock.

Zhao Dapeng pointed at the rolling heads on the ground and said, "These few black sheep could not be kept. I have dealt with them according to family rules. Zhao Dapeng was originally just an old farmer from the mountains. My current achievements are all thanks to the benevolence of the main family. Today, in front of all you villagers, I swear to you, Master, that such a situation will never happen again in the Zhao family. If there is a repeat offense, I, Zhao Dapeng, will present my head!"

As his voice fell, the onlookers began to murmur. Some applauded, some sighed, and some were simply there to watch the spectacle with amusement.

Zhao Dapeng heard them but paid no mind. Their opinions didn't matter; what mattered was how the Yang family viewed this.

After Zhao Dapeng finished speaking, Yang Feiyun turned and gave a few instructions to his steward before stepping forward and helping him up.

"Master, I..."

"Don't say anything more. This matter is not your fault."

Yang Feiyun said gently, "When one person achieves success, their whole family prospers. Anyone else, if they had an Immortal Master in their family, wouldn't be any better off than your Zhao family."

As soon as these words were spoken, Zhao Dapeng was stunned for a moment, then his face lit up with ecstatic joy.

The onlookers let out gasps of surprise. The Zhao family's young master had actually succeeded!

This news had not been released before, and even Zhao Dapeng himself did not know.

"Master! Do you mean... my son has succeeded!"

"Hahaha, do you think I would lie to you? However, Old Zhao, we must now call him Immortal Master Zhao." Yang Feiyun said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, yes, we must follow the rules. It should be so!" Zhao Dapeng nodded repeatedly, his eyes crinkling into a smile.

"Come, I'll take you inside to change your clothes first. Immortal Master Zhao has already accompanied Immortal Master Liang up the mountain, and the two are talking happily, feeling like they've known each other for a long time."

Zhao Dapeng heard Yang Feiyun's words and immediately understood his meaning.

He lowered his voice and said, "Master, rest assured, my Zhao family will definitely support the Liang family!"

The two entered the Yang family's main gate, and the six heads on the ground were cleaned up by the clan soldiers.

No one paid attention to their deaths anymore; the talk was mostly about the main family having two more Immortal Masters from the mountain.

At the same time, the Liang family entourage was also led to their accommodations.

As soon as they entered the courtyard, they were stunned.

The courtyard prepared for them by the Yang family was even more luxurious and grand than their old home in Willow Leaf Town.

This was just the beginning. When they later saw the large tracts of newly reclaimed fertile land, a three-story wine building, and several newly decorated shops, they could no longer suppress their emotions and burst into tears.

They had thought they were coming to rely on others and do hard labor, but they never expected that the Yang family would not only spare their lives but also protect their dignity. More importantly, they felt respected.

"Master Yang, my entire Liang family is profoundly grateful!"

Liang Min, the second-in-command of the Liang family, said with tears streaming down his face, "We have no way to repay such great kindness. We only wish to serve the main family for ten thousand generations without regret!"

"You are too kind, Brother Liang."

Yang Xiaolei waved his hand. "The Liang family has always had ties with my family, and now that the Liang family's Immortal Master has entered my family's immortal mountain, we are family from now on. Don't be so formal."

After settling the Liang family, Yang Xiaolei returned to the Yang family and found Yang Feiyun.

"Second Brother, there are no more issues with the Liang family," Yang Xiaolei said.

Yang Feiyun nodded. "Lingqing's method really worked. We didn't need to intervene at all, and the problem was solved, setting the tone for both families."

As they spoke, the two looked up at Mist Mountain, feeling emotional that the Yang family was fortunate to have a descendant like Yang Lingqing.

Yang family's forbidden area.

After Liang Yi met the Yang family cultivators, Zhao Qi took him to the branch courtyard's residence.

As soon as the two left, the Town Chief of White Stone Town, Gao Hui, arrived outside the formation to pay a visit.

"Greetings, Patriarch Yang."

"Town Chief Gao, you are too kind. Please come in."

Yang Lingqing welcomed him in.

After Yang Guanfeng left, she took over the position of acting family head and had already dealt with Gao Hui quite a bit.

Gao Hui admired this young girl, who had just turned fifteen, from the bottom of his heart.

Her style of handling affairs was different from Yang Guanfeng's, but her skills in managing the family and socializing were just as brilliant as his.

"This is the monthly reward money issued by the Dynasty. Please take it."

After they were seated, Gao Hui took out twenty spirit crystals from his storage bag.

Since Yang Guanfeng was chosen by the Dynasty and left home, the Yang family had been receiving spirit crystals from the Dynasty as compensation every month.

"Twenty? Why are there ten more this month?" Yang Lingqing asked.

Gao Hui smiled. "Brother Guanfeng made a contribution in quelling the rebellion in the east. These extra ten are a reward from the Dynasty."

Upon hearing the words "made a contribution," Yang Lingqing's face showed no joy. Instead, a hint of worry appeared.

More than making contributions or receiving extra rewards, she hoped that their Old Ancestor would be safe and sound.

"I have another matter to discuss with the Patriarch Yang during this visit."

"Please speak freely, Town Chief Gao."