My descendants burn incense and worship me as a real immortal

Chapter 609 The Yang Family from Yang Fu's Perspective
"My brother... He went to the Demon Realm and never came back."

Speaking of Yang Qiangzheng, Yang Qiangjing couldn't hide her sadness.

The older brother she had taken care of since childhood eventually left her and hasn't returned all these years.
"I know he went to the Demon Realm. Didn't you go with him? What happened in the third year after he went to the Demon Realm?"

After that, Yang Genshuo could no longer see Yang Qiangzheng at all.

He knew something about what Yang Qiang had done in the Demon Realm a couple of years ago.

It's basically about challenging powerful demons.

There were victories and defeats, but thanks to the immortal-level talent [Split Rebirth] that Yang Genshuo bestowed upon him at the end, he would not die even if he lost.

This caused quite a stir among the Golden Core stage demons.

A human in the early stage of the Golden Core realm dares to fight a demon in the late stage of the Golden Core realm!
And they win more often than they lose!
What's even more infuriating is that some demons always think they've defeated Yang Qiangzheng and killed him, only for him to reappear unharmed a few months later.

During those years, Yang Qiang's battles with the demons were life-or-death struggles.

And they get stronger with each battle!

Each time he wins, he can absorb a Golden Core stage demon. He was originally extremely weak in magic, and only the two dragon heads could help him make up for this.

But the demons are different; they are naturally skilled in magic.

Anyone who doesn't possess a few unique skills or family-inherited techniques would be too embarrassed to go out and greet the demons.

In comparison, the bodies of demons are not as resilient as those of monsters.

Yang Qiang was absorbing mostly the bloodline talents of the demon race, and he gradually mastered a large number of demon bloodline techniques, making up for his weakness of only being able to fight hand-to-hand.

In three years, Yang Qiang had become invincible in the late Golden Core stage.

He began to challenge demons who had reached the Great Perfection of the Golden Core stage.
But it was at this time that Yang Genshuo lost contact with him.

All I know is that he won once and suddenly burst into tears.

Yang Qiangjing was still somewhat confused at this point.

“Me? I haven’t seen my brother since he went to the Demon Realm. At that time, the conflict between the Demon Realm and the Sky Garden Dynasty was getting more and more intense, and we couldn’t cross over at all. It wasn’t until more than ten years later, when the city was built, the great array was sealed off, and the border gradually stabilized, that I asked Sister Weiwei to use her demon slaves to go to the Demon Realm to look for my brother a few times, but to no avail.”

Yang Genshuo: "???"

"Wait, are you sure?"

"Ok?"

Yang Genshuo knew that Yang Qiangzheng had not actually been alone during these three years.

The record clearly states that Yang Qiangjing's red-clad doppelganger was with Yang Qiangzheng.

In the 152nd year, the demon race of the Hanging Gardens Dynasty was largely wiped out by a nuclear bomb. Subsequently, the Feng family wiped out the remaining demons. Yang Qiang, having lost his opponent, was at a loss for what to do. After three days of blank staring, he transformed into a demon and entered the Demon Realm.

Yang Qiang is currently deep in the Demon Realm, fighting against various demons and absorbing a large number of demon corpses.

Three days later, Yang Qiangjing's red-clad clone crossed the demon realm passage and found Yang Qiangzheng in the demon realm, assisting him in surviving there.

In the 153rd year, Yang Qiangzheng's strength grew ever greater, but he spoke less and less. Furthermore, Yang Qiangjing in red failed to bring him back as she had hoped. That same year, the Demon Clan launched a counterattack against the Sky Garden Dynasty, leading to a border war that turned the area into a forbidden zone.

In the 154th year, after a breakthrough, Yang Qiang covered his face and wept bitterly, shouting to the sky, "Why...why is it my mother? Why?"

[With the loss of faith, you have lost sight of Yang Qiangzheng.]

At this moment, Yang Qiangjing's expression of "I've never seen Yang Qiangzheng before" made Yang Genshuo fall into deep thought.

"Xiao Jing, do you remember that you have a clone?"

"My clone?"

Yang Qiangjing fell into deep thought, and after a long while, she said, "Ancestor, have I ever had a clone?"

"Sigh~~~"

Yang Qiangjing has actually forgotten that she once had a red-clad doppelganger!

"You've been using your red-clothed clone to help you manipulate the formation, relay orders, and even help Yang Qiang absorb evil thoughts—have you forgotten all that?"

"Didn't I make all of these myself?"

Yang Qiangjing didn't seem to be faking it; she genuinely forgot.

"Wait a minute. Let me take a look."

Yang Genshuo checked Yang Qiangjing's records again over the years, searching for information about her doppelganger.

After a while, Yang Genshuo had gained nothing.

"Ever since she sent her red-clothed clone out to the Demon Realm to find Yang Qiangzheng, she has completely disappeared, and Yang Qiangjing seems to have forgotten about it as well."

Yang Qiangjing vaguely sensed something at this moment, and she frowned and said:

"It seems my feeling was right, Ancestor. I seem to have lost some memories. Every time I look back on the past, I always feel that something is missing, but nothing is wrong. Now that you say it, I am sure that I have lost my memories, or rather, my memories have been tampered with."

"That's right, you've forgotten about your red-clad doppelganger, but who would tamper with your memories?"

It's not written in this record either.

When Yang Genshuo looks back on the past, he often encounters this problem: he can't see the details, he can only see the big picture.

"Is my clone important? Does she have her own thoughts?"

"Well, it's not a matter of whether she's important or not. She's the kind of person who's very special. I always thought you were the one manipulating things, like 'I cracked my pill.' I never expected your clone to run away on its own."

Looking back now, Yang Genshuo seems to have never noticed whether Yang Qiangjing's clone had its own thoughts or was being controlled by her.

Because their conversations sounded like she was talking to herself, a scene of her split personality.

Its main function is to absorb evil thoughts for Yang Qiang, preventing him from going astray.
"Wait! Evil thoughts... That's right, Yang Qiangjing once said that her clones were formed from her evil thoughts, so the red-clad Yang Qiangjing represents..."

Yang Genshuo suddenly realized something!

Something unusual that he had been ignoring all along!
Yang Qiangjing in front of me is too perfect.

She was never lazy, never angry, never gluttonous, and never lustful. She was like the most reliable person in the Yang family, implementing various policies without any pressure. Even if some family members had all sorts of problems, she could still make the best use of them.

Even though Yang Qianglin and Yang Qiangyuan would often try to annoy her, she would still do what she was supposed to do, always choosing the option that would bring the greatest benefit.

She never felt anything wrong with the so-called demon slaves or evil slaves. She only felt that she would produce whatever the Yang family needed. She did not cultivate demonic arts, nor was she righteous. She simply did what was most beneficial to the Yang family from an absolutely objective perspective.

Her greatest anger over the past century was probably that Yang Fu did not stand with her on the same side and choose the most advantageous path together.

Yang Qiangjing had no ill intentions.

She was merely a tool for the head of the household.

And another Yang Qiangjing in red
"No way?"

Yang Genshuo felt a little scared when he thought about his own speculation.

After hesitating for a moment, Yang Qiangjing shook her head: "There isn't enough information to deduce what happened, and I don't know what happened either. Since it's not important, let's just do what we need to do. If I really did have a clone, I think she would definitely come back to find me."

Yang Qiangjing said affirmatively.

"why?"

“Because if I had ever really manipulated my clone, I would have set such a goal for my clone to prevent it from going too far.” “But she hasn’t come back for almost 100 years. So long that you’ve forgotten she exists.”

"Then she must think it's not the right time yet."

"All right."

Yang Genshuo couldn't understand Yang Qiangjing's thoughts. How could she be sure what a doppelganger she had forgotten would think?

The world of geniuses is always strange.

Yang Genshuo didn't take it seriously.

"However, if we can find your clone, we can find Yang Qiangzheng."

"If she were a part of me, she would never leave Yang Qiangzheng."

"Then I'm relieved. As long as she's half as smart as you, Xiao Zheng's safety is guaranteed."

Even now, Yang Genshuo still desperately hopes to find Yang Qiangzheng and bring him back into the Yang family.

Yang Qiangzheng didn't do anything wrong; he was just a little lost.
"Oh right, and Yang Qiang and Yang Feng too. We'll have to find a way to get them back later."

"Yang Zhu, Yang Qiangzheng, Yang Qiang, Yang Feng... there are so many people we need to find."

Over the course of a century, the Yang family has grown stronger, but it has also become scattered.

Yang Qiangjing seemed to be affected by her loss of memory and the creation of her clone; she was somewhat absent-minded, lost in thought, and had lost interest in conversation.

Yang Genshuo stopped chatting with her and let her unravel her mystery on her own.

He should go find Yang Fu.

The Silver Kingdom, a border town.

Rumble~~~
Two enormous Tesla coils, shooting straight into the sky, flashed with terrifying lightning.

If the sealed spatial passage on the other side shows the slightest disturbance, it can immediately transform into a magnetic storm coil and electrocute those Soul Devourers.

Yang Fu, just as he had a few days before, sat cross-legged on one of the lightning orbs, breathing in and out lightning spiritual energy to temper his dantian and physical body.

His cultivation was profound and powerful, blending seamlessly with the large thunder pool that formed around him. If Yang Genshuo hadn't had his vision, he probably wouldn't have noticed that there was another person at the temple.

It has been completely integrated into the Thunder Pool.

"Yang Fu still loves cultivation so much. He's second only to Yang Feng, that cultivation fanatic. His cultivation level has reached the forty-fifth level of Qi Refining, which is terrifying!"

Yang Genshuo was certain that before finding Yang Feng, Yang Qiangzheng, and Yang Qiang, before Yang Qiangyou emerged from seclusion, and before the Yang family patriarch exerted his power, Yang Fu was the strongest member of the Yang family at present.

Undisputed!

"Having more people is certainly a good thing, but having a top expert like Yang Fu who can rival the Nascent Soul stage is what truly makes a family powerful!"

"Although Yang Fu and Yang Qiangjing disagreed on political views, he still kept our promise from back then and guarded the Silver Land Dynasty instead of returning to the Lingmiao Continent."

Yang Fujian went to the Lingmiao Continent to seek opportunities, but Yang Fu stayed here because only he could stabilize the Yindi Dynasty and the foundation that the Yang family had worked so hard to build.

"Even though you two have some disagreements, the four great dynasties are still ours. The only pity is that we were unable to incorporate the Bauhinia Dynasty and the Sea God Dynasty into our territory as planned."

Yang Genshuo had basically figured out the overall lifeline of the Yang family over the past century from Yang Qiangjing, but he still wanted to hear Yang Fu's opinion.

[A miracle].

"Yang Fu, your cultivation has improved considerably since a hundred years ago."

Yang Fu, who was cultivating, suddenly opened his eyes. Thunderclouds were flashing in the sky!

Rumble!
The sky above the entire town was dark, with countless lightning storms raging in the air.

"Hiss~ What kind of cultivation technique is Lord Yang Fu practicing? There's such a commotion."

"Lord Yang Fu hasn't made a move in a long time. Is he about to return to public life?"

"Could it be that the Soul Devouring Clan is planning something big again?"

"Imperial Guards, come with me to the front lines!"

Yang Fu's movement caused the lightning coils of the two giant Tesla coils to pulsate wildly.

Trembling, he looked up at the sky and uttered the two words he had tried countless times over the past century.
"Ancestor?"

"Is it you?"

Yang Fu seemed afraid that he was hallucinating, so he quickly stabilized his cultivation technique and the surrounding lightning pool.

"Well, I'm back."

A pair of large golden hands appeared in the sky and greeted Yang Fu.

Hearing the ancestor's voice clearly ring in his ears and seeing the familiar golden hand, Yang Fucai truly realized that the ancestor had really returned.

[Blessing: Tranquility]

A golden light flashed in the sky and entered Yang Fu's body, instantly calming his agitated heart.

The thunder in the sky gradually subsided, no longer emanating a terrifying aura.

Yang Fu took a deep breath.

"Ancestor, have you encountered any difficulties? How can I help you? Over the years, I have collected many strange treasures, just waiting for your appearance."

Yang Fu seemed afraid that Yang Genshuo didn't have much time left, so he waved his hand lightly, and a large number of various treasures were laid out on the ground.

They were all kinds of strange and unusual items, some of which were even sealed treasures that Yang Fu himself hadn't been able to unlock.

All the treasures are precious and unique.

Yang Fu arranged the items very naturally and had already categorized them.

"Ancestor, this is a rare and precious treasure. After consuming it, one can absorb it and gain additional abilities."

"The second row consists of ancient relics, some of which have been passed down from ancient times and possess special abilities. I know how to use some of them, but I haven't figured out the others yet."

"The third row contains consumable pills, mostly fifth-tier pills, and one top-tier sixth-tier pill."

"The fourth row consists of strange spiritual creatures. Nobody knows what they do, but they all come from the land of legends. You might recognize them."

"These are all prepared for you, Ancestor. Please accept them!"

Yang Fu's movements were incredibly skillful, and his categorization was extremely meticulous, as if he had rehearsed it countless times. He quickly finished introducing everything he had collected.

Yang Genshuo originally wanted to talk to Yang Fu about cultivation and the previous situation of the Yang family, but when he opened his mouth, he choked up.

Yang Qiangjing wanted to share with him the changes and policies of the Yang family over the past century, while Yang Fu only thought about whether the ancestor would need him. Even if he was only of a little use, he was willing to do his best to offer everything he could when the ancestor needed him.

Yang Genshuo rubbed the sand in his eyes.

"You must have been preparing for a long time to get all these good things."

"I've been waiting for this day, Ancestor, how are you?"

A mist flashed in Yang Fu's eyes; he had finally heard the voice of his ancestor.

(End of this chapter)