74: The storm is coming

He couldn't help but mutter to himself.

"One, two, three, ten."

"Eighty."

"Ninety."

After counting back and forth, there were simply too many.

He had forgotten how many there were himself.

By estimation, there were at least several hundred people.

And these hundreds of people represented different factions.

In other words, there were currently nearly a hundred factions, large and small, eyeing the Zhang Family.

If the Zhang Family showed even the slightest slack, this group of people would likely attack in unison.

The old man believed Haitang's words at this moment.

He did not intend to help the Zhang Family anymore.

Just seeing those few familiar faces was enough to know it was not something he could handle.

"You little girl, your insight is as clear as fire."

"At such a young age, you are already so calculating."

"The future will belong to you young people."

While the old man spoke words of praise, there was a trace of worry between his brows and eyes.

Although Haitang was the Pavilion Master of Duobao Pavilion, she was not actually a member of Duobao Pavilion.

Being able to enter Duobao Pavilion and become its Pavilion Master was due to the connection with the Shangguan family.

Duobao Pavilion was unwilling to offend the Shangguan family.

Some time ago, an important figure from the Shangguan family went to Duobao Pavilion and brought Haitang along.

No one knew what this important figure had said to the Chief Pavilion Master of Duobao Pavilion, but regardless, Haitang became the Pavilion Master of the Duobao Pavilion in Tian Yuan City.

As for why Haitang wanted to be the Pavilion Master of the Tian Yuan City Duobao Pavilion, no one knew.

The reason the old man followed Haitang here was, firstly, to protect Haitang, and secondly, to investigate Haitang's true purpose.

The Shangguan family would not casually let the apple of their eye go to a small city to be a Pavilion Master.

There must be a huge secret hidden within this.

An hour later, Zhang Maolin still had the patience to wait, but the onlookers and the old man in the teahouse could no longer endure it.

The first to erupt were the onlookers.

Some were exasperated; they didn't know where they got a few eggs, but they threw them directly at the Yang family's entrance, cursing as they threw.

"Is your Yang family all dead?"

"How long have we been waiting and you still won't come out?"

"If you don't come out, we're going in."

Others threw rotten vegetable leaves.

"Get out here immediately."

"Are you afraid of the Zhang Family?"

"If you're afraid of them, hurry up and come out to apologize."

"Kneel and beg for mercy."

"Don't play the coward inside."

Someone also waved their arms, taking the lead to shout loudly.

"Everyone, shout with me!"

"The Yang family are cowards!"

"The Yang family are cowards!"

Quite a few people really joined in the commotion, raising their fists and shouting loudly.

"The Yang family are turtles."

"The Yang family are turtles."

The Yang family Disciples were so angry their faces turned green.

But without the Family Head's order, they dared not let Zhang Maolin in on their own, nor did they dare to promise anything.

Up in the teahouse, the old man sneered.

"I don't know what Yang Yi and the others are up to."

"Just one person from the Zhang Family, and they are too scared to come out."

"Even if they could become the fuse that destroys the Zhang Family, I'm afraid they will also vanish into thin air in this disaster."

"Looking at their style of doing things, I know they will never become important figures."

The corners of Haitang's mouth lifted slightly.

Because she was wearing a veil, the old man did not see it.

If he had seen it, he would definitely have questioned Haitang as to why she was so disdainful.

Others might not know the situation of the Yang family, but Haitang understood it quite well.

The Yang family was not as cowardly as the old man said.

As for why they still hadn't come out, although Haitang couldn't figure it out, she knew that Yang Yi must have his reasons for doing this.

Perhaps he simply looked down on Zhang Maolin.

Perhaps he had other plans.

Suddenly, the onlookers became quiet.

No one knew what had happened.

It was terrifyingly quiet.

The Yang family's gate creaked and slowly opened.

Six people walked out one after another.

The person leading them was Zhong Mingyi, holding the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword.

The other five were the five strongest children of the Yang family.

Zhong Mingyi stood forward, and the five children stood behind him, each of them puffing out their chests and holding their heads high, as if they were triumphant generals returning, arrogant and overbearing.

As soon as these six appeared, everyone else was left at a loss.

They had thought Yang Yi would come out, or that Yang Ming would come out, but they didn't expect the people coming out to be Zhong Mingyi and five children who hadn't even reached adulthood.

The six of them standing there looked exceptionally funny.

Zhong Mingyi was already an adult, one meter eight in height, and could be considered a tall and handsome man.

The five children were basically under one meter five.

One tall, five short, uneven and mismatched.

Yet their expressions were so serious.

"Are you the Family Head of the Yang family?" Zhang Maolin asked with suspicion.

Before Zhong Mingyi could speak, someone in the crowd gave Zhang Maolin the answer.

"He is not the Family Head of the Yang family."

"He doesn't even count as a member of the Yang family."

"He is Zhong Mingyi, the son of the Dragon Tiger City Lord."

"He is the adopted son of the Yang Family Head."

"So you are Zhong Mingyi."

Zhang Maolin had heard of Zhong Mingyi's name.

He knew this guy was extremely smart, and he also knew he had a very powerful Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword.

As for Zhong Mingyi's intelligence, Zhang Maolin was dismissive.

No matter how smart a person was, in the face of absolute strength, they would turn into nothingness.

What he focused on was the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword behind Zhong Mingyi.

This sword was indeed extraordinary.

Just a simple glance, without even seeing the full appearance of the sword body, he knew this sword was definitely not ordinary.

If he obtained this item, his combat strength would definitely increase.

In an instant, he thought about killing Zhong Mingyi and then seizing the precious sword.

The scene fell silent again.

A moment later, Zhong Mingyi took a step forward, scanned the crowd, and smiled faintly.

"Let me reintroduce myself."

"You may know my identity."

"But I now have another identity."

The crowd wore expressions of curiosity, and then they heard Zhong Mingyi shamelessly introduce himself loudly.

"I am the adopted son of the Yang Family Head, Yang Yi."

"Now my adoptive father has arranged a new identity for me."

"I am the Pavilion Master of the Yang family's Zhaoxian Pavilion."

"From now on, you can call me Pavilion Master Zhong."

Zhaoxian Pavilion?

The crowd didn't know when the Yang family had established another Zhaoxian Pavilion.

Some time ago, they knew the Yang family had added a Zhongyi Hall, and now another Zhaoxian Pavilion had popped up.

It seemed they were recruiting troops and buying horses to expand the Yang family's influence.

"What is the Zhaoxian Pavilion for?" someone asked.

Zhong Mingyi laughed, hands behind his back, nose in the air.

"Do you not know what Zhaoxian Pavilion means?"

"You are too uncultured."

"Just as its name suggests."

"Naturally, it is to recruit talented scholars for the use of my Yang family."

"There are already over a hundred extraordinary people in the Zhaoxian Pavilion now."

"Is there anyone else willing to join?"

"You can sign up with me."