180: Chapter 180 The Waste of Canglan

Half an hour after Cang Xing retreated, Ancestor Ye Rongming and Zhao Zuoxiang finally arrived late.

Seeing that Qingsong Ridge was intact, the two exchanged glances, and a seed of doubt was buried in their hearts; could the Wang Family have secretly defected to the East Sea Yao Beast?

It made no sense that every part of Cangjiang Prefecture had been attacked by Yao Beast, yet Qingsong Ridge only had a mess at the front mountain, while the rest remained unscathed.

"Patriarch Wang Lingyun, come out!"

Ancestor Ye Rongming shouted loudly, his voice reverberating throughout Qingsong Ridge, startling the Wang Family members who had just finished resting; could the Yao Beast have returned to attack again?

"Everyone, do not panic; it is Ancestor Ye Rongming of the Ye Family, not a Yao Beast."

The Wang Family members who had met Ancestor Ye Rongming immediately calmed the frightened clansmen, putting an end to the local commotion.

"Old Ghost Ye, why aren't you staying properly at your Luomu Mountain instead of running over to my Qingsong Ridge?"

A chubby figure walked slowly and leisurely from the depths of Qingsong Ridge, his deep voice exploding in Ancestor Ye Rongming's ears.

"Patriarch Wang Lingyun, was Qingsong Ridge not attacked by the East Sea Yao Beast?"

Ancestor Ye Rongming could not be bothered with small talk and directly posed the question in his heart.

"Old Ghost Ye, are you blind? Can't you see that the front mountain of my Qingsong Ridge has been razed to the ground by the Yao Beast?"

The fat on Patriarch Wang Lingyun's chubby face quivered as he scolded him unceremoniously.

"You..."

Ancestor Ye Rongming was furious; not only had the area around his Luomu Mountain been reduced to ruins for dozens of miles, but his Family's Fifth-Rank Formation had finally been breached, resulting in immense losses.

Yet, Qingsong Ridge only had some disorder a few miles outside the mountain gate, and there were no signs of the Family being attacked inside. Did the Yao Beast come here for a fall outing, or what?

"Then what about the Black Dragon that attacked Qingsong Ridge?"

Zhao Zuoxiang asked in a stiff tone.

"Oh, and how should I address this Fellow Daoist?"

Patriarch Wang Lingyun narrowed his eyes into slits and asked curiously; where did Ancestor Ye Rongming hire a Martial King who had relieved the Family's siege ahead of the Wei Family and the prefecture government?

"Zhao Zuoxiang of the Zhao Family." Zhao Zuoxiang glanced arrogantly at the big fatty and continued to ask, "Speak quickly, where did that Black Dragon go?"

"So it is Fellow Daoist Zhao of the East Sea Zhao Family; excuse my lack of manners." Patriarch Wang Lingyun changed his previous laid-back attitude and said solemnly, "Half an hour ago, that Black Dragon was no match for my offensive; after being heavily injured by me, it retreated back to the East Sea on its own."

"You single-handedly heavily injured a Fifth-Rank Black Dragon?"

Ancestor Ye Rongming looked at the fatty in front of him with suspicion; he knew Patriarch Wang Lingyun's strength all too well. How could he possibly accomplish such a feat? It would be good enough if he hadn't been killed by the Black Dragon.

"What, you don't believe this Old Ancestor?"

Patriarch Wang Lingyun released the kingly pressure unique to a Four-Star Martial King, making Zhao Zuoxiang finally start to take the big fatty in front of him seriously; the level of a Middle Stage Martial King and an Early Stage Martial King was completely different.

"Fatty Wang, you actually achieved a Breakthrough to a Four-Star Martial King."

Ancestor Ye Rongming whispered with an ugly expression; after Patriarch Wang Lingyun's Breakthrough, he was the only Martial King Old Ancestor among the three great families of Cangjiang Prefecture still at the Early Stage, and the division of Family power would likely change.

Regarding the Breakthrough of cultivation, Ancestor Ye Rongming once again felt a sense of urgency; one slow step means every step is slow. In this era of great contention, if you do not advance, you retreat.

The entire Great Wei is currently in a period of rapid development, and many rare resources are produced from time to time in various Secret Realms.

Only with great strength does one have the qualification to sit at the table to eat; if one's strength is insufficient, let alone drinking soup, one probably doesn't even have the qualification to smell the fragrance of the food.

"Fellow Daoist Wang, I wonder if you have any thoughts on going to the Wei Family's Wutong Mountain for a meeting?"

Since the Black Dragon of Qingsong Ridge had already fled back to the East Sea, they could only set their sights on the Black Dragon attacking the Wei Family. Hoping that Ancestor Wei Xinghe could hold out until their arrival, another person meant another chance of winning, especially a Middle Stage Martial King, so Zhao Zuoxiang invited Patriarch Wang Lingyun.

"The two Fellow Daoists may go yourselves; I have not yet recovered from my injuries and am not suitable for long-distance travel. I am truly unable to help," Patriarch Wang Lingyun politely refused.

"Fatty Wang, don't regret not going to Wutong Mountain." Ancestor Ye Rongming could see at a glance that Patriarch Wang Lingyun seemed unaware of the situation at the Wei Family, and it was highly likely that he had destroyed the communication jade talismans from all sides to avoid having the tricks at Qingsong Ridge discovered by others.

No matter how the two tried to persuade him, Patriarch Wang Lingyun would not relent, insisting on guarding his Family and unwilling to rush to Wutong Mountain together.

Helpless, Ancestor Ye Rongming and Zhao Zuoxiang could only leave dejectedly.

...

Wutong Mountain

"Yun'er!" Clan Leader Cang Lan received the final message sent by his second son, Cang Yun, and roared in grief, two trails of bloody tears streaming from the corners of his eyes.

The message sent by Cang Yun contained only four short words: "Father King, leave quickly!"

Father and son are connected at heart. Although there were no celestial phenomena when Cang Yun fell, Clan Leader Cang Lan could already feel that the traces of Cang Yun's existence in this world were gradually being erased.

Clan Leader Cang Lan treated his three sons differently. When his eldest son, Cang Xing, was born, he was the happiest because he finally had an heir to inherit his throne.

When his second son, Cang Yun, was born, Clan Leader Cang Lan was equally happy, but not as joyful as when his eldest son was born.

Shortly after his third son, Cang Ming, was born, he revealed excellent cultivation talent, and later experienced two Bloodline atavisms, so the concern for his second son, Cang Yun, became even less, almost to zero.

Clan Leader Cang Lan had always thought that his second son hated him in his heart for neglecting him since childhood.

Unexpectedly, in the final moments of his second son Cang Yun's fall, he did not forget to warn him; the words revealed his care and respect for him as a father.

"Ye Family, and that damned person behind the scenes, you wait for me; this King will definitely come to your door personally and slaughter your entire families!" Clan Leader Cang Lan's shrill voice resounded throughout the entire sky, as if to pierce the heavens.

"Today, I will start with you to pay tribute to my son's spirit in heaven."

Clan Leader Cang Lan changed his previous cautiousness and no longer cared about his heavy injuries; the sharp nails on his Dragon claws were like daggers, tearing through the Void Realm, angrily ripping at Ancestor Wei Xinghe's chest, leaving trails of blood-red marks.

"What is going on? This old Dragon has gone mad."

Behind Ancestor Wei Xinghe were millions of Family disciples; with nowhere to hide, he could only use the Family's secret technique, burning his own essence blood, to struggle and resist Clan Leader Cang Lan's attack.

Fortunately, Clan Leader Cang Lan's injuries were too severe, and his current combat power was only one or two percent of what it was, allowing Ancestor Wei Xinghe to barely resist his attack.

Furthermore, according to the information from the communication jade talisman, four powerful auras were speeding over from two directions; in less than half an hour, they would arrive.

When that time comes, by gathering everyone's strength, they could leave this old Black Dragon behind and completely eliminate the hidden danger.

"World in the Palm!"

"Frost and Snow Filling the Sky!"

"Thirteen Cold Star Swords!"

"Thousands of Threads!"

A huge palm descended from the sky, turning into a cage to trap Clan Leader Cang Lan; then, thin threads flashing with cold light formed a large net to wrap around the cage, and finally, there was snow filling the sky, as well as thirteen cold Fifth-Rank Flying Swords stabbing toward the trapped Clan Leader Cang Lan.

But something that left everyone dumbfounded happened; just as the Flying Swords were about to pierce Clan Leader Cang Lan, he vanished into thin air from within the cage, leaving behind only a Golden Core suffused with Spiritual Qi, attracting everyone's gaze.