Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather-Chapter 303 - 294 He is the Big Boss of the Jing’an Yang Family!

Chapter 303: Chapter 294 He is the Big Boss of the Jing’an Yang Family!

Time passed by the second, and the people outside had already come to his door.

Just as Yang Mingcheng was ready for battle, a sudden creaking sound of the door opening was heard from outside.

"Who are you?"

Following that, a questioning voice resounded. Yang Mingcheng knew whose voice it was.

Wu Da!

"Kill!"

Just then, a deep voice rang out, and the door was violently smashed open.

"Master, be careful!"

Wu Da issued a warning.

At the same time, two figures dressed in black robes and masked burst into Yang Mingcheng’s room. Just as they had charged in, a fierce spear pierced through their chests.

A straight stab penetrated the chest of the two men, Yang Mingcheng without any fear, withdrew his spear and attacked again.

However, this time, his spear was blocked.

A robust figure surprisingly held up his sword to catch Yang Mingcheng’s spear.

Yang Mingcheng’s eyes flickered, his spear thrusted repeatedly, attacking continuously.

The narrow space limited the movement of his spear, but it also restricted the opponent’s movements, leaving them no choice but to defend.

However, the opponent seemed very strong, parrying over ten of Yang Mingcheng’s thrusts without any mistake.

"Protect the master!"

"Break out!"

At this moment, the guards on both sides were already fighting with the people in black outside, and as the commotion grew, the inn became noisy.

The guests staying at the inn were all awakened, but they did not show themselves, just hiding in their rooms or secretly watching the battle outside.

For the Jianghu Martial Artists and merchants traveling North and South, such situations were not uncommon.

Generally speaking, as long as they didn’t involve themselves, the fighting parties would not implicate outsiders, since anyone daring to travel in the Jianghu likely had some strength.

Involving others could potentially bring major troubles.

Thus, Jianghu struggles generally targeted specific individuals and avoided unnecessary complications.

Of course, sometimes collateral damage was inevitable; fights were often uncontrollable.

Inside the room, Yang Mingcheng had retreated to the edge of the bed, not forced by the opponent but because he purposefully retreated to allow the opponent to enter the room.

The doorway was too narrow, limiting his effectiveness; the room was much more spacious, allowing him to freely wield his spear.

As soon as the opponent charged into the room, their blades fluttered towards Yang Mingcheng like snowflakes.

Yang Mingcheng was still fearless, his iron spear danced tightly, keeping all the blades at bay by three feet.

The clanging sounds echoed, igniting sparks in the dim room.

"Who are you, and why are you trying to kill me?" Yang Mingcheng even had the leisure to ask the origins of his opponent.

However, the opponent stayed silent, just fiercely attacking continuously; each long knife strike was heavier and faster than the last, sweeping like a relentless storm.

Yang Mingcheng stood immovable, his legs as steady as boulders, withstanding the opponent’s furious assaults without breaking his defense.

From the beginning, Yang Mingcheng had often been the most overlooked among the Yang family brothers, but in truth, Yang Mingcheng was the one with the highest cultivation and the strongest among them.

Seeing the opponent remain silent, Yang Mingcheng’s figure suddenly dashed backward, breaking through the window to jump outside of the inn onto the street.

He had intended to ask about the opponent’s origins, but it was clear that the opponent would not easily reveal their identity.

In that case, there was no need to overthink; it was better to deal with the opponent first.

The street outside was more open, beneficial for his movements, and of course, also advantageous for the opponent to surround him.

Indeed, just as he jumped onto the street, a large group of people in black appeared.

A brief glance revealed there might be twenty people, adding those inside the inn, at least thirty.

"Kill!"

Another muffled shout rang out, and the people in black rushed towards Yang Mingcheng.

"Kill!"

Yang Mingcheng also roared, not retreating but advancing, his spear whirling and instantly knocking the two closest people in black flying.

The fight intensified under the cold moonlight, with the interplay of blades and swords, and warm blood splattered.

Yang Mingcheng’s tall figure, like a fierce tiger fighting a pack of wolves, demonstrated his formidable and domineering presence.

Meanwhile, inside a room of the inn, a gaze was fixed on the street fight.

No, not one gaze but two.

"Brother, who would have expected such a splendid fight tonight!" A woman wearing a bright red dress with an enchanting figure entered the room, speaking to the cold, handsome man by the window.

The man’s gaze stayed on Yang Mingcheng in battle, and the woman also looked towards him.

As the fight grew fiercer, Yang Mingcheng’s spear became even more sharp, each movement seemingly carrying the weight of ten thousand pounds, ensuring death or injury on contact.

"Eh, this man’s cultivation seems not low! He might possess the Postnatal Sixth Layer!" The woman exclaimed in surprise.

The man, however, frowned, "Among the people in black, there are three with the Postnatal Sixth Layer!"

The woman’s gaze swept over the people in black on the street, nodding slightly.

Excluding those still inside the inn, there were nearly twenty, but the rest of the people in black were not strong, only three on the outskirts had considerable strength.

These three blocked Yang Mingcheng’s surroundings, cutting off his routes of escape.

A charming smile appeared on the woman’s face, she giggled, "Brother, shall we make a bet on how long he can last?"

"No bet!" The man said decisively.

"Boring!" The woman complained.

The man glanced at her and stated, "Because this bet has no meaning!"

"What do you mean?" The woman asked, puzzled.

The man slowly drew the long blade in his hand, "That man cannot die here!"

"Why?" The woman grew even more confused.

"He is the great uncle from the Jing’an Yang family!"

With those words, the man jumped into action, his blade gleaming like flowing light, instantly killing two men in black.

The woman was stunned, "The Jing’an Yang family?"

She couldn’t recall a Jianghu force called the Jing’an Yang family.

"Senior brother, which Yang family?"

Unable to remember, she decided to ask.

"Yu Qingyi!" While fighting, the man replied.

The woman suddenly realized.

The Jing’an Yang family was not a Jianghu force, but Yu Qingyi came from the Sky Blue Sword Sect.

"Ah, we really can’t just stand by and watch!"

Somewhat resentfully, the woman murmured to herself before drawing her sword to join the fight.

With their involvement, the tide of the battle quickly turned, greatly alleviating the pressure on Yang Mingcheng who had been under attack.

However, at this moment, Yang Mingcheng’s mind was muddled, struggling to understand the situation.

Why were these people trying to kill him?

Why did those two intervene to help him?

Yang Mingcheng was utterly confused.

Just then, Wu Da and others from the inn burst into action.

"Great uncle!"

Seeing Yang Mingcheng seemed uninjured, Wu Da breathed a sigh of relief but then quickly joined the fight with his guards.

Wu Da was Wu Hai’s eldest son and was among the first batch of servants bought by the Yang family.

At that time, Yang Zhenshan was still serving as a defense officer at Yinghe Castle, which was about five or six years ago.

Over these years, Wu Da had grown from a frail teenager into a capable individual with a cultivation at the Postnatal Third Layer.

The Yang family was always generous to its servants, and Yang Mingcheng was especially straightforward and sincere with those around him.

Although Yang Mingcheng might sometimes be overlooked outside, at home among the servants, he was truly the best master.

Wu Da was extremely loyal to Yang Mingcheng.

As Wu Da and the others joined the battle, the men in black completely lost their numerical advantage, with one of the three Postnatal Sixth Layer opponents already slain by the man who intervened earlier.

"Don’t chase!"

Soon, only one of the men in black managed to flee, and Yang Mingcheng quickly stopped Wu Da who wanted to pursue.

"Great uncle, are you injured?" Wu Da, snapping to his senses, rushed over to Yang Mingcheng, concerned.

"No, are you guys alright?" Yang Mingcheng looked over Wu Da and the other guards.

"Uh, Xiao Liu and Shi Tou are still upstairs, you two go check on them!" Wu Da remembered his colleagues still inside the inn and instructed the guards.

"What happened?" Yang Mingcheng asked.

"They got injured, but don’t worry great uncle, it’s not serious!" Wu Da replied.

Yang Mingcheng nodded and then turned his gaze to the man and woman standing nearby.

"Thank you both for saving my life!" Yang Mingcheng bowed in gratitude.

If it weren’t for their intervention, he feared he might have had to fight to the death today.

The three Postnatal Sixth Layer opponents, although not stronger than him, had forced him into a potentially fatal situation fighting together.

There might have been a chance for him to win, but the likelihood of defeat was greater.

The man stood with his sword, ready to speak, but the woman interjected with a giggle, "Giggle, you are the Yang family’s eldest!"

"Yes, I am Yang Mingcheng of the Yang family, may I ask for your honorable names?" Yang Mingcheng sincerely asked.

"Ha ha, no need to be so formal, I’m Ning Qingqing of Hengdao Sect, hmm, and also a sworn sister to Yu Qingyi. In that case, you should call me ’aunt’!" Ning Qingqing teased with a mischievous smile.

These two were Ji Hai and Ning Qingqing of the Hengdao Sect. When Yang Zhenshan married Yu Qingyi, they had represented the Hengdao Sect at the wedding.

Ji Hai and Ning Qingqing being here wasn’t a coincidence, as the Xinfu Inn they were in belonged to the Hengdao Sect. Not only the Xinfu Inn, but Hengdao Sect also owned many properties in Xinping Town 관심사_visit the town every few months to oversee these assets.

Ji Hai had met Yang Mingcheng when he went to congratulate Yang Zhenshan, so he recognized Yang Mingcheng. The reason for his intervention wasn’t due to any strong bonds between them.

If talking about relations, Hengdao Sect and Sky Blue Sword Sect could barely be considered acquaintances, limited only to maintaining face, which hardly extended to the Yang family.

Ji Hai intervened chiefly out of concerns that Yang Mingcheng’s death in their inn might bring trouble from Yang Zhenshan to the Hengdao Sect.

Yang Zhenshan’s reputation was not all positive; merely his moniker as a god of slaughter could make countless worldly society members extremely wary.

Importantly, this nickname as a god of slaughter was forged with the lives of tens of thousands of Hu Clan members.

If Yang Mingcheng, the eldest son of the Yang family, were to die in their establishment, who could guarantee that Yang Zhenshan wouldn’t hold Hengdao Sect responsible?

No matter what Yang Zhenshan could potentially do, the possibilities were endless.

To avoid vengeance and complications, Ji Hai decisively helped Yang Mingcheng.