Gou became an immortal and became an ancestor in the world of immortality

Chapter 42 Auction

In the early morning of the next day, dozens of spiritual rainbows rose from the ancestral land of the Yang family, pierced the sky, and headed straight for Baiyun Shanfang City.

The leader among them was an old man with an old face and a withered figure. He was wearing a gray moiré robe that was swaying back and forth in the strong wind.

Even if they are far away, many casual cultivators near Baiyun Mountain can feel that a burst of powerful foundation-building spiritual pressure is spreading in all directions.

Like a storm, it seems to be declaring some kind of determination.

Sensing the movement, Li Zhengran walked out of the small courtyard of the villa and quickly looked up at the dozens of black spots that had disappeared in the sky.

"The ancestor of the Yang family really went there in person."

Li Zhengran knew that Baiyun Shanfang City was now flooded with wolves, and there were countless late Qi training overhauls.

Relying solely on Fangshi's first-level high-grade formations, coupled with Yang Qingshan's ninth-level Qi training, it was already somewhat impossible to control the situation.

Not to mention, there may be individual foundation-building monks hiding in secret.

Therefore, the ancestor of the Yang family went there this time not only to intimidate Xiaoxiao from his position in the city, but also to announce to the world that the Yang family was bound to obtain the Foundation Establishment Pill.

"One for foundation building, two for nine-level Qi training, five for late Qi training, and ten for mid-level Qi training."

"This posture should be stable, right?"

Feeling the rush of spiritual power fluctuations, Li Zhengran was secretly frightened.

Apart from Yang Qingshan and Yang Qinghe, there are only two people in the Yang family who are at the ninth level of Qi training.

They are all old men who have long lost hope of building a foundation.

Just like last night, he accidentally saw the third elder leaving quietly and returning to his ancestral home in Baiyun Mountain.

At this moment, he was expected to be among the two ninth-level Qi practitioners who went to Fangshi together.

"It seems that the Yang family's ancestral land is only guarded by the head of the family, Yang Qinghe."

Relying on the second-level spiritual veins and second-level formations, as well as the ninth level of Qi training and the cooperation of dozens of Yang family monks, even if it was attacked by monks in the early stage of foundation building, it could barely last for half an hour.

Thinking of this, Li Zhengran felt more and more how decisive the Yang family's determination was this time.

Even the safety of the family's ancestral land was temporarily put in second place.

"It seems that the senior leaders of the Yang family are also very aware of this."

"As long as the Foundation Establishment Pill is obtained and a new Foundation Establishment realm is born for the Yang family, the family can continue to survive no matter what kind of blow it suffers."

"Otherwise, even if you have a second-level spiritual vein, it will only be a reflection in the water."

Putting away his thoughts, Li Zhengran shook his head and sighed.

In the Yang family, he didn't want this big tree that shielded him from the wind and rain to fall down.

Almost at the same time, Yang Jinxue, who was in the small courtyard on the north side, also looked away, her hands clenched, her brows solemn, full of hope.

Baiyunshanfang City.

The outermost area is a group of low sheds, which are dilapidated and old. They are mostly used as residences for casual cultivators in the early stages of Qi training.

Close to the central area, there are well-renovated black-tiled bungalows, and the spiritual environment is also relatively rich. From time to time, various vendors can be seen sitting in different places, and Qi-training monks are bargaining.

Looking along the way, in the centermost area, there are several pavilions rising from the ground. There are a dazzling array of shops and restaurants on both sides of the street, and there is no shortage of talismans, magic tools, spiritual objects, etc. for sale.

At this moment, in a small courtyard behind the pavilion, several Yang family monks looked up at the sky with solemn expressions. Yang Qingshan, who was wearing a dark moiré robe, was also standing there.

Compared with years ago, time still left no trace on his face.

The burly figure still stood tall and proud, his eyes shining brightly.

"coming."

After the words fell, not long after, dozens of mighty spiritual rainbows were seen piercing the sky and flying straight towards them.

"Ancestor!"

Yang Qingshan bowed respectfully.

Behind him, several Yang family law enforcement team monks also bowed their heads and bowed.

"Ah."

The vicissitudes of words sounded, and the ancestor of the Yang family took a step forward and walked closer.A closer look shows that there are a few yellowish brown spots on his old face, his hair is gray, and his figure under the robe is as skinny as wood.

Even if a mortal is here, he can feel the faint twilight energy exuding from his body.

"Qingshan."

The ancestor of the Yang family raised his withered palm and patted Yang Qingshan's shoulder, a hint of complexity and guilt flashed through his cloudy eyes.

Seeing this, Yang Qingshan remained silent and just shook his head slightly.

Sighing secretly, the ancestor of the Yang family put away his thoughts, looked around, and then nodded and said: "Let's go."

"Yes!"

The group of people immediately stepped out and rushed to the attic of the auction.

On the way, Yang Qingshan quietly glanced at Yang Dahai, who was hanging behind the crowd, and said through his spiritual consciousness: "Zheng Ran didn't come with you?"

After being stunned for a moment, Yang Dahai kept walking and answered honestly: "No."

"Alright."

Yang Qingshan looked calm, but quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Not long after, the group of people walked into the attic and came to the interior of the auction venue.

Several Yang family monks who had been waiting here quickly greeted him and took him into the VIP room on the second floor.

Sensing the movement, many monks who had been waiting here turned their heads to look, their eyes flashing, and their minds turning.

"It is rumored that the ancestor of the Yang family suffered a serious injury many years ago, which damaged his foundation and shortened his life span by thirty years. From this point of view, it is true."

"If nothing happens, he will probably pass away in a dozen years at most."

"It's a shame. At the beginning, the Yang family was still building foundations in two disciplines. What a glorious sight."

Secretly, many divine consciousness transmissions were heard everywhere, and there was an undercurrent surging.

"Lao Yang, you are willing to show up."

Suddenly, a calm old voice sounded.

Looking around, an old man wearing a red robe walked out from behind the auction table, with a rosy face and a steady breath.

"Haha."

The ancestor of the Yang family paused for a moment, smiled heartily after hearing this, clasped his fists and said to the other party: "This auction is conducted by Deacon Liu himself."

"As the host, I, Yang Taosheng, should naturally come."

"otherwise."

As soon as the words changed, his expression softened and he glanced coldly at several people with malicious intentions around him.

"I don't know how many people thought that I, Yang Taosheng, had already been buried."

Landing with a deep sound, the powerful foundation-building spiritual pressure emitted instantly, directly transmitting the spiritual consciousness that was discussing in the dark corner and forcibly interrupting it.

Immediately, several late-stage Qi-training monks who were mixed in the crowd groaned, and their faces turned pale, obviously not feeling well.

"Hey."

Deacon Liu sighed silently, and after a few breaths, he raised his hand to dissipate his pressure and said through a message: "Lao Yang, this matter is beyond my control."

"You should know the rules of the Chamber of Commerce."

After hearing this, the ancestor of the Yang family returned to calm expression. As he walked into the VIP room on the second floor, he responded: "Old Liu, there is no need to say more."

"I just hope that what you promised me this time will not change again."

Seeing his old and desolate figure, Deacon Liu, who was wearing a red robe, was silent for a moment.

The scenes of the past are still vivid in my mind, and a sense of guilt comes to my mind.

After all, he sighed and nodded, agreeing to the matter.

(End of this chapter)