Invincible Bloodline

Countless people, including the guards of the city, came to and fro the martial artist. None of them seemed to realize that there were nine more people in the long line of people entering the city, as if they had been standing there for a long time.    

The person in the lead was Black-Clothed Youth. He was twenty years old and had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes. He had an imposing appearance and had a warm smile on his face. He held a cute little princess who was wearing a white princess dress and looked like a porcelain doll with both hands. He looked at the little princess with loving eyes.    

Behind the young man was a middle-aged man in white clothes. He looked to be in his forties or fifties and had a hunched back. He was so humble that he did not even dare to raise his head too high. He looked like a loyal servant. It was just a coincidence. The aura that he exuded made one feel as if an ancient god had descended into the world. They couldn't help but kneel down and worship him.    

As for the other six people, each of them was a rare beauty in the present world. Each of them was devastatingly beautiful, and their facial features were peerless. They were like fish sinking into the water, and even the moon was shy in front of the flowers. There weren't many women in the entire Great Tang Dynasty who could compare to them. This caused the gazes of the people in the surroundings to turn towards them.    

Everyone loved beauty. This was human nature.    

However, the surrounding people were still restraining themselves, and they didn't make any excessive moves.    

This group of people all wore extraordinary clothes and had decent manners. One look and one could tell that they were not born from ordinary families. They were not people they could afford to provoke.    

In the martial artist world, there was a sense of gratitude and enmity. If there was a slight disagreement, they would attack each other with their swords and sabers. This was a common occurrence.    

Especially these young masters and young ladies. Each of them had a ruthless personality, and they could easily take their lives.    

For the sake of a few girls who were destined not to be his woman, he would have to sacrifice his own life for nothing. That would be an injustice.    

. . .    

The nine people in this group were none other than Yang Fann and his group.    

In the blink of an eye, half a year had passed since Yang Fann returned to Seven Stars Mountain Range.    

At this time, Yang Fann gradually had the intention of returning to Spiritual Martial Arts Continent.    

Being by his parents' side at all times was indeed a carefree and intoxicating life, but Yang Fann understood that this was also the easiest way to reduce a person's fighting spirit.    

If this continued, he might really be intoxicated by it, and he wouldn't be able to raise his fighting spirit anymore.    

At that time, no matter how great of a fortuitous encounter he had, his achievements in this lifetime would be like this.    

This was definitely not something Yang Fann was willing to see. The heavens loved him so much, so how could he stop advancing just like that?    

In his life, he was destined to step onto the peak of the martial arts and stand at the peak of all living beings.    

Since he had decided to return to Spiritual Martial Arts Continent, Yang Fann would not deliberately conceal his cultivation base.    

First, he found Qin Hu and Manniu, the two former brothers. What Yang Fann didn't expect was that these two former good friends were one step ahead of him, starting a family and starting a family. Especially Manniu, who could even play the supporting role of his son.    

He thought back to the days he spent with Qin Hu and Manniu. It really felt like a lifetime had passed.    

However, what made Yang Fann a little sad was that both Manniu and Qin Hu had a kind of indescribable respect and restraint towards him. There seemed to be a layer of shackle between the three brothers. Yang Fann understood in his heart that the three of them would probably never be able to find their former intimacy again.    

As expected, people would change.    

Even Qin Hu and Manniu could not avoid it.    

Perhaps this was the price of maturity.    

. . .    

Finally, after leaving ten thousand slots for Manniu and Qin Hu, Yang Fann left Qin Hu's house with a somewhat dispirited mood. He found Sect Master Han Muyang and briefly explained his situation over the years. Yang Fann once again left five hundred thousand slots for Han Muyang.    

It wasn't any weaker than Northern Wasteland Courtyard. Comparatively speaking, Yang Fann still had a deeper relationship with the Seven Stars Sect, which was also five hundred thousand slots. However, how big the Northern Wasteland Courtyard was and how many disciples the Seven Stars Sect had, the two of them were not on the same level. The gap was a hundred times, or even a thousand times.    

Of course, Yang Fann would never forget the Yang family.    

After all, blood was thicker than water. Compared to the Northern Wasteland Courtyard and Seven Stars Sect, the Yang family was Yang Fann's root. Just like him, the same blood flowed in his body.    

One million, a total of one million slots.    

Although the Yang family had been developing rapidly over the years, their foundation was still a little shallow. The number of experts was not inferior to any of the other big families, or even more. However, when it came to the number of family members, they could not even catch up with those big families that had been passed down for tens of thousands of years.    

In the entire Yang family, even including those remote branch family disciples, there were only about a million of them.    

A total of one million slots was enough to include almost all the disciples of the Yang family.    

. . .    

When Han Muyang and the others were selecting suitable candidates, Yang Fann didn't stay in the Seven Stars Mountain Range for long. Instead, he carried Xiao Sifan and brought Yang Yi and the others down the Seven Stars Mountain Range. He planned to take this period of time to take a walk in the Great Tang Dynasty and see the glory of this empire.    

He didn't know how many years it would take for him to return to Sobbing Blood Continent after leaving this time.    

Perhaps, when he returned to Sobbing Blood Continent, Great Tang Dynasty would become a thing of the past.    

There was almost no imperishable dynasty in the world. Even the sacred dynasty that Saint Sovereign had established had more than one destroyed in Ancient Era, let alone a false dynasty like Great Tang Dynasty that didn't even have a Emperor.    

Yang Fann's first stop was the Fengyang City, the place where he was born.    

. . .    

Looking at the thick and heavy city wall, which was more than a thousand feet tall, Yang Fann's mind was filled with thoughts. In just a few decades, the Fengyang City had become like a vast ocean filled with mulberry fields. That city wall, that magic seal, even a Golden Core Realm King would be mercilessly killed by it.    

Thinking back to more than a decade ago, all the martial artist in Fengyang City, including the Yang family, were killed. A few of them knew about the formation, and most of them had probably never even heard of it.    

There was also that martial artist, a Marquess in the True Acupoint a dozen years ago. Which one of them wasn't high and mighty, and called themselves the sect's ancestor? A single sentence could decide the fate of millions of martial artist warriors. For example, the Blackwater Sword Sect that he destroyed in the past, wasn't it because of a Marquess Stage Blackwater? That was the reason why he was able to dominate the land. Countless powers didn't dare to take him lightly. But now, a true Marquess. . . He was just an ordinary soldier.    

The change was so huge that it made people speechless.    

Yang Fann didn't even dare to believe that this was the Fengyang City in his memory.    

. . .    

"Alright! Let's go into the city!!! "    

Yang Fann carried Xiao Sifan and led the way to the entrance of the city.    

However, what made Yang Fann feel awkward was that he actually could not take out Spirit Stones to pay the city entrance tax.    

He had plenty of Immortal Crystals on him, and most of them were intermediate Immortal Crystals. The rest of the Spiritual Crystals and Spirit Stones had long been swept clean. His Universe Ring was not a place to place trash.    

Lin Yi and the other three were equally embarrassed. What was that Spirit Stone? The In The Spirit Martial Continent was still lying on the ground. No one would pick it up. If he had the time to bend down, he might as well take a few more breaths of air. That thing was much better than Spirit Stones.    

Although Luo Jiahui and the other girls were not as exaggerated as Yang Fann, they could not find a single Spirit Stone on their bodies. For Yang Fann's sake, the four of them had received the best education from the Holy Ji Sect. Sometimes, even some true disciples would be envious of them.    

In the past, they would only use high grade Spirit Stones. Why would they bring any Low Grade Spiritual Stones with them, let alone the lowest grade Low Grade Spiritual Stones?    

They wanted to use Spiritual Crystals to pay the entrance tax. However, what made Yang Fann and the others not know whether to laugh or cry was that a high grade Spiritual Crystal was a high grade item. How could these city guards have the qualifications to see it? They immediately treated the high grade Spiritual Crystal as a useless rock and returned it.    

In the end, Yang Fann had no choice but to use a trick to deceive them.    

Being forced by a few small city guards, who were at the True Acupuncture Point and Marquess, Yang Fann was drunk.    

. . .    

Fengyang City.    

Eighth Street, Nine Mo, the streets were packed with people and rows of carriages. The pedestrians were shuttling back and forth like woven silk, forming a wall and pressing against each other's shoulders.    

There were all kinds of shops, restaurants, tea houses, and Pill Pavilion Armory.    

Compared to the Fengyang City in Yang Fann's image, it was more than a thousand times more prosperous and ten thousand times more prosperous.    

It was like one was in the sky and the other was on the ground.    

. . .    

"Eldest Young Master is patrolling the streets. "    

"Eldest Young Master is patrolling the streets. "    

"Quick, dodge!"    

. . .    

Amidst the exclamations, the countless martial artist on the street seemed to have encountered some kind of ferocious beast. Whether it was the high and mighty Martial Lord or the Bone Forging Martial Master, they all retreated to the sides of the street.    

In just a breath's time.    

In the middle of the street, only Yang Fann and his group were left. It was so abrupt.    

. . .    

"These people don't care about their lives anymore. They still haven't retreated. Do they want to die? That evil young master won't be polite to them. "    

. . .