Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1362: Chapter 872: Three Yin Weaving the Web

Jiang Ping’an realized what was happening and immediately dragged Yang Jishan towards the courtyard exit.

At this moment, he didn’t know if Yang Jishan was dead or alive, he just knew he had to escape with him.

"Eighth Master!"

Just as he stepped out the door, he saw Yang Cheng’an with a black-robed cultivator’s flying sword pierced through his chest.

Yang Cheng’an coughed up blood and fell to the ground, his eyes turning gray.

"Haha~~ Even an ant-like Martial Artist dares to attack an Immortal Cultivator, courting death!"

The black-robed cultivator said coldly, then he snatched the Storage Bag from Yang Cheng’an’s waist, looked through it briefly, and a sinister smile appeared on his face.

Not only were all the magic artifacts he’d sold there, but there were also tens of thousands of Spirit Stones in the Storage Bag.

His guess was correct; this Artifact Refining Workshop was indeed filthy rich.

Just as he was feeling pleased, a spear suddenly stabbed downwards, piercing into the black-robed cultivator’s abdomen with a puff, the spearhead protruding from his back.

Yang Cheng’an, whose eyes had been dull, suddenly had a bright gaze.

"Ah~~"

The black-robed cultivator screamed in agony, and the raging mana exploded, directly sweeping Yang Cheng’an away.

Yang Cheng’an was slammed into the courtyard wall, collapsing the green stone wall.

However, Yang Cheng’an dared not stay even for a moment. Before he could stabilize his form, he leaped away like a cheetah.

The spear dealt a significant injury to the black-robed cultivator, but it might not have been fatal.

And now, he was also gravely injured, the black-robed cultivator’s flying sword had pierced through his chest, leaving a two-finger-wide hole, even a part of his heart was missing.

Under such circumstances, an ordinary Heavenly Gang Stage Martial Artist would have already perished, but Yang Cheng’an could still persist because he had mastered the Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill to perfection.

Jiang Ping’an didn’t know where he took Yang Jishan. At this time, Yang Cheng’an couldn’t worry about them either, he quickly slipped into the dilapidated shantytown, finding an empty straw hut to lie down.

His injuries were too severe; he had to use the Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill to heal.

The Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill transforms the body into wood, nurturing it, healing injuries. As long as one isn’t killed instantly, it can offer a glimmer of vitality.

Yang Cheng’an entered the state of transforming his body into wood, and with a relaxed Heart Spirit, he felt his vision go dark and lost consciousness.

Meanwhile, Jiang Ping’an also carried Yang Jishan into the shantytown.

Because the shantytown was the gathering place for the bottom-tier cultivators and martial artists, the environment here was most complex and not far from the Yang family’s Artifact Refining Workshop.

In simple terms, the shantytown was the slum of the Lotus Heart Valley, most houses here were wooden shanties or adobe houses, dirty and messy, no different from slums in ordinary cities.

Logically, neither cultivators nor martial artists should live in such difficulty, but this was the Lotus Heart Valley, an Immortal Cultivator’s workshop, where martial artists and early-stage Qi Refinement cultivators were the lowest tier.

Jiang Ping’an, carrying Yang Jishan, broke into a dilapidated adobe house, and as soon as he entered, he saw a sword’s light shooting toward him.

"Wait, I’m not a bad person!" Jiang Ping’an hurriedly said.

The sword light abruptly stopped; in the dim room stood a pale-faced young woman.

She was in her early twenties, not because of some age-defying method, but because she really was just over twenty.

"Get out!" The woman nervously shouted.

"Immortal Master, let us hide for a moment!" Jiang Ping’an pleaded.

The woman scrutinized Jiang Ping’an and then looked at Yang Jishan on his back. "You guys are from the Yang Family’s Artifact Refining Workshop?"

"The Immortal Master knows us!" Jiang Ping’an’s eyes lit up as he asked.

"I’ve seen you," the woman retracted her sword, breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "Come in then!"

The outside was still chaotic, but the shantytown was relatively quieter. It’s such a poor area that those black-robed cultivators likely wouldn’t fancy it.

Of course, that’s the case now; it doesn’t mean it would remain so.

If those black-robed cultivators were just here to loot, they might retreat soon. But if their aim was to seize Lotus Heart Valley, even the shantytown wouldn’t escape the calamity.

The woman assisted Jiang Ping’an in supporting Yang Jishan onto the earthen bed inside the room, while also checking his injuries.

"His injuries are very severe; he likely won’t survive!" The woman stated.

Jiang Ping’an’s face turned pale, "Please, Immortal Master, save him!"

"It’s not that I won’t save him; I simply have no way. He seems to have been burned by poisonous fire. The burns on his body aren’t severe, but he has accumulated a large amount of fire poison inside. Unless there’s a top-grade Detoxification Pill, or he can’t be saved!" The woman explained.

Jiang Ping’an was taken aback, "A top-grade Detoxification Pill!"

He quickly searched through his own Storage Bag and soon took out a Porcelain Bottle, pouring out the elixir inside and stuffing it into Yang Jishan’s mouth.

The woman looked at Jiang Ping’an in surprise, noticing several Storage Bags on him and Yang Jishan.

She had an unusual look on her face but soon let out a silent sigh.

She did harbor greed just now, but suppressed it.

"Do you have Wood Spirit Pills?" The woman asked.

"Yes!" Jiang Ping’an rummaged through the Storage Bag again, handing her a bottle of elixir.

The woman took out the Wood Spirit Pill, feeding them one by one into Yang Jishan’s mouth.

"Wood Spirit Pills contain pure Wood Attribute Spiritual Power. While they can’t detoxify, they can enhance his bodily vitality and improve his resistance to the poison!"

She quietly explained.