83: There are countless powerful people in the Zhang family

"The Zhang family has a total of four stewards."

"Above these four, there is also a Head Steward."

"Every steward is in the Earth Moon Realm."

"Besides this Head Steward,"

"there are also sixteen Elders."

"Every one of them is an expert."

"The strength of each Elder is not inferior to that of Zhang Zitian and Zhang Yanchen, who came a while ago."

"You all know the strength of those two."

"The two of them are enough to contend with Yang Ming and Zhong Mingyi."

"Adding these sixteen Elders to the mix,"

"I wonder if you all think the Yang family still has any chance of winning."

At the wine table,

someone drank a large bowl of wine,

and laughed heartily.

"The strength of the Zhang family is indeed terrifying,"

"but it seems the Yang family hasn't fully mobilized either."

"Have you all forgotten someone?"

"Who are you talking about?"

"Yang Yi of the Yang family."

"This guy hasn't shown his face yet."

"His strength is definitely above that of Zhong Mingyi and Yang Ming."

"If he were to make a move,"

"I wonder if this group of experts from the Zhang family could defeat him?"

Regarding this matter,

everyone had a major disagreement.

Some believed that Steward Gong was enough to contend with Yang Yi.

After all, he had already reached the Earth Moon Realm.

But others believed that Yang Yi was hiding his true depth.

Being able to train experts like Zhong Mingyi and Yang Ming,

his own strength must be quite extraordinary.

I'm afraid the Zhang family's steward

might not be Yang Yi's match.

The crowd argued endlessly.

They were even more eager for the Zhang family to arrive quickly,

and even more eager for Yang Yi to make a move.

Time flew by,

and three days passed.

Within the Yang family, it was calm and peaceful.

Everyone went about their business as usual.

The children were the same as any other day,

continuing to go to Zhongyi Hall to study.

Even when the Zhang family came knocking a while ago,

the children's studies were not delayed.

As for everyone else,

they continued to Cultivate,

and continued to conduct business.

They were not affected in the slightest.

On the fourth day,

inside the Yang family's Hall of Seeking Talents,

Zhong Mingyi was mobilizing the people inside the Hall of Seeking Talents,

preparing to face the Zhang family.

Currently,

the people gathered in the Hall of Seeking Talents basically had grudges against the Yang family,

or were people who simply disliked the Yang family.

Upon hearing that they were going to have a decisive battle with the Zhang family,

they were all eager to fight.

Not a single person backed down.

Not a single person made sarcastic remarks.

Just then,

a chaotic sound suddenly came from downstairs.

Following that,

someone let out a scream.

Zhong Mingyi led the crowd downstairs in a grand manner.

They saw a white-haired old man standing in front of the door.

On the old man's back was a white stone statue.

The statue was of a woman wearing a veil.

Not far from him,

a person from the Hall of Seeking Talents had been beaten until they were spitting blood,

and lay on the ground, unable to get up.

Zhong Mingyi had someone help the injured person up,

and looked at the strange old man with a smile.

"Old man, why did you injure the people of my Hall of Seeking Talents?"

"Could you be a friend of the Zhang family?"

"What is the Zhang family worth?"

"I came to your Hall of Seeking Talents to ask for a drink,"

"but this guy looked down on me,"

"and insulted me,"

"so I taught him a lesson."

"I see."

"Since you are thirsty,"

"please come inside."

"I will let you drink your fill."

Zhong Mingyi raised his hand to make a gesture of invitation.

The old man looked up at the Hall of Seeking Talents,

and sneered coldly.

"This Hall of Seeking Talents of yours is too fragile."

"I'm afraid it cannot bear the weight of the statue on my back."

"That may not be the case."

"Why don't you try it?"

Zhong Mingyi made the gesture of invitation again.

"Are you sure?"

the old man asked.

"Sure, please go ahead."

Zhong Mingyi made the gesture of invitation for the third time.

The old man laughed heartily,

and stepped into the Hall of Seeking Talents.

The crowd made way for him.

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this old man was not simple.

There must be a deep meaning to his arrival.

As soon as the old man stepped into the Hall of Seeking Talents,

the wooden floor of the hall was crushed by his foot.

He took a second step,

and the floor was crushed again.

The cracking sounds terrified everyone.

Although the floorboards of the Hall of Seeking Talents were made of wood,

they were made of an extremely hard type of wood,

comparable to stone.

The fact that the old man could crush them with one step

showed that his strength was extraordinary.

Moreover, every step could crush a floorboard,

without damaging the surrounding areas,

which further demonstrated the person's power.

Zhong Mingyi whispered to the person beside him:

"Go invite my foster father."

The person beside him nodded,

and trotted out.

The old man arrived at the foot of the stairs,

looked up,

and turned back to ask Zhong Mingyi.

"Are you sure you want to invite me upstairs?"

"If you don't want to go upstairs,"

"you can sit downstairs for a while."

Zhong Mingyi was really afraid that he would crush the stairs with one step,

so he politely asked him to rest downstairs.

However, the old man had no intention of stopping.

He lifted one foot,

and slowly stepped onto the first stair.

The Hall of Seeking Talents was full of talent,

both strong and weak.

Although they knew the old man's strength was formidable,

there were always people who felt they were not inferior to others.

One of the people from the Hall of Seeking Talents,

walked quickly to the old man,

and suddenly grabbed his arm.

"Old man, let me support you."

As he spoke,

he forcibly supported the old man's arm.

A gentle surge of Yuan energy from his hand wrapped around the old man,

lifting his arm up by force.

When the old man's arm was lifted,

his whole body also rose slightly.

In this way,

the old man's body weight would be reduced,

and the force under his feet would weaken,

so he wouldn't crush the stairs.

The crowd stared at the old man without blinking.

Now was the time for the old man and the person from Zhaoxian Pavilion to test their strength.

Whether or not the stairs could be saved

depended on whether this person from Zhaoxian Pavilion surpassed the old man in Realm and strength.

They saw the old man press his foot down fiercely.

The crowd felt a terrifying Aura erupt from the old man.

Those with weaker strength

were forced back a few steps directly.

The thumping sounds were incessant.

Zhong Mingyi also couldn't withstand this pressure,

and took three steps back.

Fortunately, someone behind him supported him,

otherwise he would have retreated further.

He was able to defeat an expert like Zhang Zitian

entirely by relying on the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword.

However, under the Aura of the old man,

the Dragon Abyss Nine Dynasties Sword could not exert any effect.

At the same time,

the person supporting the old man was also blasted away.

However,

the old man's foot did not land on the stairs;

it was actually slowly retracted.

He turned back and asked the crowd present,

"Who else wants to take care of this old man?"

While he said "take care,"

it was actually more like a provocation.

Zhong Mingyi looked around at the crowd.

He felt a bit of expectation in his heart.

Zhaoxian Pavilion recruited only elites and capable generals.

Now it was their turn to make a move.

Taking this opportunity,

he could see who was truly a man of virtue,

and who was trash.

A burly man walked carelessly up to the old man,

and chuckled.

"I will support you."

Although he said he would support him,

he had no intention of actually doing so.

One hand clamped onto the old man's wrist,

forcibly fixing him in place,

so that he could not move.