50: Chapter 50 Repelling the Enemy

Yet when Wang Chongyang raised his head, there was not the slightest trace of panic in his mostly cloudy eyes.

"Family Head Ning, Family Head Yan."

Wang Chongyang stood with his hands behind his back in front of the mountain gate. Though his voice was not loud, it steadily reached the ears of everyone present, "The two of you have brought the elites of your entire clans to our doorstep. What is the meaning of this?"

Ning Shengli sneered, "Wang Chongyang, stop playing dumb. Your Wang Family killed over thirty people from my Ning Family. This blood debt must be settled today."

Wang Chongyang's expression remained unchanged, "Family Head Ning says the Wang Family killed people from the Ning Family. Do you have any evidence?"

"Evidence?"

Ning Shengli let out a derisive laugh, his gaze sweeping over the Loose Cultivators sprawled on the ground, and his voice suddenly rose sharply.

"In this territory of the Three Counties, besides your Wang Family, who else has the ability to kill over thirty people from my Ning Family overnight?

Could it be these spineless Loose Cultivators?

In this Wanshan County, besides your Wang Family, who else could do such a thing!"

The Loose Cultivators in the plaza looked at each other in dismay. Old Daoist Chen struggled to crawl to his feet and rasped,

"Family Head Ning, you say the Wang Family committed murder, but do you have proof? You can't just convict people based on your word alone!"

Ning Shengli's eyes turned fierce, and the pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage crashed down overwhelmingly. Old Daoist Chen let out a muffled groan, being forcibly pressed down onto one knee.

Yet he gritted his teeth, his withered hands supporting the ground, and stubbornly refused to collapse.

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong stood to the side, speaking with a smiling expression that was identical to how he usually looked when negotiating business.

"Brother Chongyang, as straightforward people, let's not speak in riddles. Today, Brother Ning and I have come together for only one matter.

Your Wang Family has been far too prominent lately. Preaching to Loose Cultivators and killing fellow Cultivators—the Three Counties are almost becoming the world of your Wang Family.

Our two families don't ask for much: hand over the murderer and hand over the method for raising Spiritual Fish, and today's matter will be considered written off."

As he spoke, his tone was as mild as a spring breeze, as if he were discussing a most ordinary transaction, "As for who the murderer is, in truth, Brother Ning and I do not care. However, that method of raising..."

The meaning in his words was all too obvious; what the two of them were after was the very Foundation upon which the Wang Family established itself.

Wang Chongyang glanced at him and suddenly laughed.

There was not a shred of fear in that laughter, only the clarity and contempt possessed only by an old man who had lived for over a hundred years and seen all the vicissitudes of the world.

"Family Head Yan certainly knows how to calculate. The method for raising Spiritual Fish is the lifeline of the Wang Family; you think I'll just give it away because you ask? As for the murderer, that is even more preposterous. Today, this old man would like to see who can step foot past this mountain gate."

He took a step forward.

With just this single step, the Aura surrounding his entire body suddenly changed.

A visible crimson wave of Qi surged out explosively from within his body, the bluestone slabs beneath his feet cracked inch by inch, and the stone steps in front of the mountain gate were baked white by that heat wave.

When an old man with only two years of Lifespan left desperately burned his own life, that Aura was enough to make any Foundation Establishment Cultivator's heart freeze.

Ning Shengli's expression changed slightly, and he instinctively retreated half a step.

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong's smiling expression finally faded a bit, and the green leaf Magical Artifact beneath his feet drifted backward by over a zhang.

Both of them were Foundation Establishment Cultivators. In terms of cultivation, neither of them was much inferior to Wang Chongyang.

But the Aura on Wang Chongyang was truly desperate and risking his life.

A person on the verge of death did not care how much longer he could live, did not care if his Foundation was damaged, and did not care about hurting the enemy a thousand while self-damaging eight hundred.

All he cared about was the mountain gate behind him.

Ning Shengli steadied himself and said sternly, "Wang Chongyang, your Lifespan is near its end. Even if you risk this old life of yours, you cannot withstand the joint forces of the two of us. Do you think dragging these Loose Cultivators into this can give the Wang Family peace of mind?"

As soon as his voice fell, an old and hoarse voice suddenly sounded in the plaza.

"Family Head Ning is right."

Old Daoist Chen crawled up from the ground.

His legs were still trembling, and the Foundation Establishment pressure pressed down on him so hard that he could barely stand straight, but he still stood up.

Behind him, a second Loose Cultivator stood up as well, followed by a third and a fourth.

Dozens of Loose Cultivators had their faces turned as pale as gold paper under the Foundation Establishment pressure, yet not a single person turned around to flee. Instead, they silently and firmly walked before Wang Chongyang, forming a dense, dark crowd in front of the mountain gate.

They had all received the grace of Wang Chongyang's preaching and had voluntarily stayed behind on Wogui Mountain after the preaching concluded.

Old Daoist Chen straightened his hunched back. There was no fear on that aged face, only stubbornness.

"The Wang Family might not be able to protect us forever, but Family Head Ning, can you be certain you can protect your Ning Family members?"

He turned around to glance at the dense crowd of Loose Cultivators behind him, then turned back and said word by word,

"People like us have poor Aptitude and mediocre cultivation. In the eyes of you aristocratic families, we are not even as good as dogs.

But there are many of us, and we don't care about our lives. If your Ning Family dares to touch the Wang Family today, tomorrow the Loose Cultivators of the Three Counties will dare to flatten your Xiaoshan County. Do you believe it? Do you want to try?"

Ning Shengli's expression finally changed.

He swept his gaze over the dense crowd of figures on the stone terrace, watching the reckless ruthlessness in the eyes of those Loose Cultivators whose cultivation was at most at the fifth layer of Qi Refining, and instinctively clenched his hands inside his sleeves until his knuckles turned white.

However, he was the head of a clan after all.

"A group of ants, yet you dare to spout nonsense before this seat."

Ning Shengli laughed out of extreme anger, the pressure of the Foundation Establishment Stage sweeping out like a tidal wave, forcibly knocking several Loose Cultivators in the front row over onto the ground.

"Today, this seat would like to see what you will use to flatten my Ning Family!"

Head of the Yan Family Yan Bosong stood atop the green leaf Magical Artifact, his smiling expression completely gone, replaced by a layer of gloomy killing intent.

He did not speak, only slightly raising his hand toward the Yan Family Cultivators behind him.

Right at this moment, a hurried and orderly sound of footsteps came from inside the mountain gate.

Wang Yaozu took the lead, closely followed behind by Wang Yaowen, Wang Yaowu, and over a hundred and thirty Wang Family Cultivators.

Wang Yaowu's son, Wang Shouyi, walked on the far right carrying a heavy sword, with bandages still wrapped around his hand.

Wang Qingyan wore a set of tight martial attire with twin swords hanging at her waist, walking side by side with Wang Shouyi.

Walking at the very back was a little girl with double buns tied in her hair, holding a squeaking mouse in her arms. Though her face still carried a touch of childishness, her gaze was exceptionally calm.

Wang Yaozu strode to Wang Chongyang's side, standing face-to-face against those two streams of Foundation Establishment pressure.

His cultivation was only at the ninth layer of Qi Refining, making it difficult even to stand straight in front of Foundation Establishment Cultivators, yet as he stood there, his back was held straight as a ramrod.

"With the two family heads bringing a crowd here, if the Wang Family were to shut our doors and not come out, it would seem rather discourteous." Wang Yaozu's voice was not loud, but it was as steady as a monolith, "Since you have come, you needn't leave."