29: Chapter 29 Dare to touch my grandson, I will surely kill you!

Jiang Daoran made a hand seal, and the sun hung high above Jiang Yaoyang's head, its roaring flames transforming into Solar True Qi that poured down.

It injected into Jiang Yaoyang's body, aiming to help him suppress and refine the Evil Spirit Qi.

However, the Evil Spirit Qi had already invaded Jiang Yaoyang's Meridians, bones, and even his Sea of Consciousness, almost fusing with him into one.

If it were forcibly refined with brute force, it would also harm Jiang Yaoyang.

If the power was insufficient and failed to refine the Evil Spirit, the Solar True Qi would instead become nourishment for the Evil Spirit, causing it to grow stronger.

Because of this, as time passed, the Evil Spirit grew increasingly powerful, having even begun to give birth to consciousness and turning into an evil god.

"Ah! Ah!"

The sun hung high, but Jiang Yaoyang remained in excruciating pain, constantly reaching out to tear at his own face and body.

His clothes were torn, and black blood dripped from him.

His entire person appeared extremely disheveled and wretched.

"My grandson!" Seeing this, Jiang Daoran wore a look of deep sorrow. At this moment, his white hair had lost its luster, and he looked as though he had aged a hundred years.

Burning the Legacy Bloodline within his body—every single wispy thread of it meant burning his life and burning his Origin power.

It would harm his Foundation, making it as difficult as ascending to the heavens if he wanted to charge into the Great Saint Realm in the future.

Unless he was cleansed with the true essence blood of a Great Emperor to perfect his Foundation.

At this time, ripples surfaced within the bedchamber.

Wang Zhiyin and Wang Linglong appeared.

"Yaoyang!" Wang Zhiyin immediately rushed to the side of the couch, grabbing Jiang Yaoyang's hands that were wildly tearing at his body.

"Grandmother..." Jiang Yaoyang opened his eyes and looked at Wang Zhiyin.

"Grandmother is here, Grandmother is here." Wang Zhiyin hurriedly spoke, her face full of sorrow.

Wang Linglong also grabbed one of Jiang Yaoyang's hands.

"Brother Yaoyang, hold on a little longer. It won't be long before Uncle Jingyang returns from Outer Space, and he will definitely be able to cure you."

Wang Linglong said.

"I can't hold on anymore, kill me! I don't want to turn into a monster, kill me!" Jiang Jingyang pleaded.

"No, Brother Yaoyang, no matter what price I have to pay, I will not let you die, and I will not let you turn into a monster!" Wang Linglong said, tightly gripping Jiang Yaoyang's hand.

Wang Zhiyin looked at Jiang Daoran beside them, saying with a ferocious and stern gaze, "Jiang Daoran, can you really be this cruel, just watching idly as Yaoyang is eroded by the Evil Spirit?"

"This Evil Spirit has already grown into a climate—it is not something I can cure," Jiang Daoran said with a sorrowful expression and a face full of helplessness.

"Not something you can cure?" Wang Zhiyin said. "Can't you ask a Quasi-Emperor of the clan to make a move?"

"The Quasi-Emperors of my lineage are already aged, and all of them are in secluded cultivation, charging towards the Emperor Realm... How could they easily make a move?" Jiang Daoran sighed. Expending their Origin to make a move would cause those Quasi-Emperors to lose the chance of attaining the Dao as an Emperor, even if it was just reducing the chance by one in ten thousand.

For those Quasi-Emperors, that was also impermissible.

The Dao is merciless...

These Quasi-Emperors had witnessed far too many geniuses wither away, among whom there was no lack of Saints and divine sons.

In their hearts, only the Dao existed eternally.

If one did not attain the Dao as an Emperor, everything was an illusion.

Therefore, few people would expend their own Origin for the sake of the younger generation in the clan.

Even if a biological grandson was injured, there were still Saints who were unwilling to burn their Origin.

Examples of this were far too numerous in every Emperor clan and Immortal Holy Land.

Thirty years ago, Jiang Daoran had once burned his Saint blood to resist the Evil Spirit Qi for Jiang Jingyang.

If not for that, with his talent, as the dignified Holy Master of the Jiang Clan, how could he only be at the half-step Great Saint Realm?

Now, he was once again burning the ancient ancestral Emperor blood remaining in his body for Jiang Yaoyang, which was undoubtedly severing his own Foundation—let alone attaining the Dao as an Emperor.

Even becoming a Quasi-Emperor would be impossible.

Facing Wang Zhiyin's reproaches, he also had bitter words that were hard to voice.

"Unwilling to easily make a move... Isn't that just giving up the competition for the position of Holy Master? Is the position of Holy Master really more important than Yaoyang's life?" Wang Zhiyin said angrily, completely devoid of her previous rationality. Watching her grandson's painful appearance, her heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife.

"If I could save Yaoyang, I would immediately give up the position of Holy Master, but... what they want is for our lineage not to compete for the position of Holy Master for three thousand years... Even if I agreed, the clan elders of our lineage would never agree!" Jiang Daoran said sorrowfully.

Their lineage had a full several hundred thousand core disciples.

The collateral descendants numbered even in the millions.

Who wouldn't fantasize about producing a brilliantly peerless junior from among themselves, Awakening the Legacy Emperor blood of the ancient ancestor, and ascending to the Emperor throne by virtue of it?

To make them give up competing for the position of Holy Master was equivalent to cutting off their path of the Dao.

After all, the resources possessed by the Holy Master's lineage far exceeded those of ordinary lineages.

"Hmph, if you have no way, then don't blame me for resorting to extraordinary methods," Wang Zhiyin said with a cold and stern gaze.

"Extraordinary methods! Wang Zhiyin, are you going to make a move against Wushang?" Jiang Daoran abruptly stood up, his body blazing with roaring flames and an overbearing Aura. Behind him, the flame-wrapped Dharma form with dancing red silk also glared angrily. He stared coldly at Wang Zhiyin. "If you dare to act presumptuously again, I will surely behead you."

The killing intent was piercingly cold.

He was also aware that Wang Zhiyin had once sent Jiang Zhen to apprehend Xie Wushang.

Jiang Daoran naturally knew what the woman before him wanted to do.

Thump, thump.

Jiang Daoran's powerful Aura caused Wang Zhiyin's body to stagger backward.

Wang Linglong also shivered.

"What a terrifying Aura..."

"Is this still that weak and incompetent Holy Master?" Wang Linglong thought to herself, looking at Jiang Daoran in disbelief.

It was the first time she had seen the Holy Master before her glare like a fierce Vajra.

"Hmph, I am merely borrowing a wisp of Great Emperor essence blood from your grandson, it won't take his life." Wang Zhiyin stubbornly said, "Do you have to fly into a rage at me? If you had the ability, why would I have to shoulder infamy and commit such unrighteous deeds?"

Hearing this, Jiang Daoran frowned.

He felt guilty in his heart.

If it weren't for his incompetence, such things would not have happened.

"Ah! Ah!" At this moment, Jiang Yaoyang let out a painful sound.

"Yang'er..." Wang Zhiyin hurriedly prostrated herself over the couch, reaching out to grasp her grandson's hand.

"Grandfather, please don't blame Grandmother... It is all Grandson's fault for coveting the Great Emperor's Opportunity... and being injured by the Disaster King."

"Ah! Ah..."

"Grandfather, kill me. Grandson is already a cripple; please don't let a rift form between you and Grandmother because of Grandson."

"And do not harm others' lives because of Grandson..."

"Grandson does not want Grandfather to shoulder infamy..."

Jiang Yaoyang's tone was weak. He struggled to remain lucid as he spoke in a clear and orderly manner.

By the end of his words, he spat a mouthful of black blood and passed out.

"My grandson..." Jiang Daoran's heart panicked as he hurriedly stepped forward. Guiding a hand seal, boundless True Essence within his body poured into Jiang Yaoyang's body. Light patterns flashed between his brows, and a holy medicine flew out, suspending above his head as rich medicinal Qi poured into his grandson's body.

"If this goes on, Yaoyang will soon not be able to hold on. Yet Jingyang is in Outer Space... and cannot return for a time."

Jiang Daoran felt deeply sorrowful in his heart.

"Hmph, useless thing." Seeing Jiang Daoran's sorrowful expression, Wang Zhiyin let out a cold snort.

Immediately afterward, she turned around, and a Void Realm passage materialized beside her.

Wang Linglong hurriedly got up, "Great-aunt, where are you going?"

"Going to my Wang Clan to invite our Old Ancestor to make a move."

Wang Zhiyin let out a cold snort and stepped into the Void Realm teleportation channel.

Before Wang Linglong could follow, the Void Realm channel closed, and Wang Zhiyin had already disappeared.