Cultivating a family of immortals

Sitting on the cart was Zheng Xuanzhou, the head of the Zheng family.

He lightly covered his mouth and nose with his hand, his gaze fixed on Xu Wanghe, who was surrounded by the crowd.

On the Xu family's side, Sun Erzhu stepped forward and shouted in a deep voice:

"If the Zheng family dares to set foot in this forest today, your entire family will die!"

A smile appeared on Zheng Xuanzhou's lips as he slowly placed the hand covering his mouth and nose on his knee, leaning against the side of the cart.

"I heard you've appointed a new garrison commander, a mere mortal, and seeing him today, it's indeed true. That old dog, what gives you the audacity to take over this mess that belongs to the Wang family?"

Although Xu Wanghe was a mortal, he held the post of guarding the area, making him the only one present with such "official status." Zheng Xuanzhou didn't even glance at Fang Shouzhuo and Lin Wan.

He was once a great cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Refining, and his strength was among the top ten in the Chaoyang Immortal Sect. He must have seen countless cultivators, and cultivators like Fang Shouzhuo and Lin Wan were just ordinary people in his eyes.

Xu Wanghe frowned as he looked at the man.

In the past, this person was a cultivator, but his cultivation level was unknown. If we had met him before, regardless of our affiliation, we would have had to kneel down and respectfully address him as "Immortal Master".

but……

"It's just a pity," Xu Wanghe said with a smile, looking at the other person, "so you are Zheng Xuanzhou. I'm very curious, how can a cultivator whose cultivation has been crippled and reduced to a disabled cripple still have the face to serve as the head of the Zheng family?"

Zheng Xuanzhou was not angered by this, and sneered, "Face? The Zheng family's face has never been based on one's cultivation level. Even if I have lost my cultivation, I still know the Zheng family's roots, the clan's rules, and the ways of the outside world by heart. What do you old dog know?"

Xu Wanghe calmly said, "I don't understand anything, but I'm not crippled and don't need anyone to push me around."

Zheng Xuanzhou's face gradually darkened.

A man stepped forward beside him; this was Zheng Shutong, the second son of the Zheng family. He said in an icy tone:

"You old fool, what were you when my father stood atop the clouds? How dare you spout such nonsense?"

"So you are the son of this old cripple?" Xu Wanghe asked in return.

Zheng Shutong was immediately enraged and rushed forward with a sharp blade in hand.

"The Zheng family has crossed the line, attack them!"

Sun Erzhu immediately shouted.

A great battle thus began abruptly.

The local militia swarmed forward.

Zheng Shutong was handed over to Fang Shouzhuo to deal with.

The Zheng family's militia rushed up, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

Xu Wanghe frowned and began to ponder:

"The other party started fighting after only a few words, which clearly indicates that they are preparing to fight. But such a large-scale mobilization must be for some benefit."

"In other words, this pointless fight will eventually involve other cultivators."

"In this way, all we need to do is fight. With cultivators on both sides, the moment whichever side can't help but make a move will be the time to retreat."

Xu Wanghe snorted coldly, reached for a long sword at his waist, and joined the local militia in the battle.

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, their eyes are especially red with hatred.

The militia on both sides fought with extreme ruthlessness, each move aimed at taking the enemy's life.

The local militiamen raised their gleaming machetes and began hacking at the man's face. One blow killed him instantly.

The local militia, carrying weapons forged by the Xu family, wielded knives and swords with no discernible pattern, slashing at their opponents with all their might.

Even the sword was wielded with the force of a blade.

Zheng Shutong and Fang Shouzhu fought each other, mostly testing each other. The two held sharp blades and occasionally used a spell during the fight. The spell was not enough to kill, but it could obstruct the view.

Lin Wan and Zheng Linyuan, the eldest son of the Zheng family, stared at each other from a distance, wary of the other making a move.

The situation gradually became tense.

Not far away, the mighty Mochuan River surged, its sound echoing through the forest, blending with the commotion of war on this side.

The night was breathtakingly beautiful, but the battle was incredibly fierce.

Just then, a sword aura suddenly descended from the sky, flashing and swift, pointing directly at Fang Shouzhuo.

The villagers below were terrified, and the experienced militiamen immediately shouted:

"The great immortal has made his move! Run!"

As soon as the words were spoken, both groups of people stepped back.

Xu Wanghe looked up and then ran back very quickly.

In the sky, Fang Shouzhuo's eyes were bloodshot; he had no way to dodge this sword energy.

"Haha, as expected, they've made their move! Junior Brother Fang, quickly step back!"

At the same time, a figure rapidly flew through the air from a shadowy spot in the forest, simultaneously making a hand seal.

"The Myriad-Foot Cloud Piercing Technique!"

Instantly, dozens of sword lights converged in the night sky and collided with that sword energy.

With a bang, the sky brightened for a moment.

Fang Shouzhou and Zheng Shutong had already left.

The militiamen who had retreated to the rear looked up and saw two figures hovering in the air.

"Senior Brother!" Fang Shouzhuo's heart trembled, and a feeling of turning from death to life welled up within him.

The newcomer was none other than Lin Jinglan, the senior disciple of the inner sect of the Haoran Immortal Sect and a powerful expert at the peak of Qi Refining.

Opposite him, a figure floated in the void. This person was Xiang Qingfeng, the personal disciple of the Chaoyang Sect Master.

Subsequently, several figures emerged from the territories of the Zheng and Xu families, using the [Lightness Technique] to barely float in the air.

"Xiang Qingfeng, you have some nerve! Your Chaoyang Sect has indeed set its sights on this batch of spirit stones!"

Lin Jinglan pointed his sword at Qingfeng, "Since you dare to come, then you shall stay here today!"

Xiang Qingfeng burst into laughter, then suddenly stopped, coldly saying, "Lin Jinglan, if you die here today, that old bastard Lin Qingcang will be without an heir!"

"Hmph, today I'll let your Xiang family gain a few more souls under my sword!" Lin Jinglan held his sword and made a hand seal, countless sword lights surged into the sword, and attacked the opponent.

The two sides clashed again.

However, at this point, even Fang Shouzhuo and Lin Wan were not qualified to participate.

Below, countless militiamen hid in the woods, under trees, behind rocks, and some even dug shallow pits and lay down inside...

Xu Wanghe found Xu Jinglei and Xu Jingtao in the shack and hid them under a tree.

Above their heads, the moonlight shone brightly, sword light swirled, and Taoist magic continued, making the night sky a bit brighter.

"Is this the true power of an immortal?" Xu Wanghe thought bitterly.

But then he thought of the Xu family mansion and the snow-melting mountain, where Chang Le and Guan Yi had already begun their cultivation, and Jing Lei and Jing Tao, who would eventually complete their cultivation...

He lowered his head, but a slight smile still played at the corners of his mouth.

"Master, Jing Lei, he..."

Xu Jingtao's panicked voice pulled Xu Wanghe back to reality.

Xu Wanghe turned his head and was immediately shocked.

Xu Jinglei rushed toward the boulder, his small figure appearing incredibly tiny under the sword light.

"Jing Lei, come back quickly!" Xu Wanghe shouted angrily.

Xu Jinglei ignored it and ran straight to the boulder, bent down and helped a figure up, then continued running back.

Xu Wanghe looked closely and realized that the person was Sun Erzhu.

His leg was limping; he must have been slashed.

Xu Wanghe was taken aback; it turned out they had gone to rescue Sun Erzhu.

He didn't have time to scold her, and told Xu Jingtao to hide there while he slipped out to meet her.

Sun Erzhu was helped to run, his legs weak and powerless. He angrily shouted:

"Put me down and go back!"

"No, Father, I want to take you back!"

"You unfilial son, listen to me!"

"No, I won't!"

Xu Jinglei's eyes were filled with tears, but his gaze was incredibly resolute.

Sun Erzhu was furious, but there was nothing he could do to stop him, so he could only run as fast as he could.

Fortunately, Xu Wanghe came to help.

The two sides converged, and Xu Wanghe, supporting Sun Erzhu on the other side, struggled to drag him back.

"Master... I'm troubling you, please don't let anything happen to you..."

"Enough with the small talk, let's go back!"

On the other side of the boulder, Zheng Linyuan watched this scene with a sinister grin on his face.

Holding a longsword, he used the [Lightness Technique] on his feet. Although he could not fly, he was extremely fast and caught up with the three in an instant.

"How dare you!" Fang Shouzhuo and Lin Wan attacked simultaneously.

Despite his serious injuries, Zheng Linyuan thrust his sword forward fiercely.

"Who is the down-and-out old dog today?"