PDLP Chapter 121 Yellow, White, Vermilion, and Crow
Chapter 121 Yellow, White, Vermilion, and Crow
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The old martial arts master sneered repeatedly, and with a sweeping motion of his large hand, he made a grabbing motion like an eagle's claw, the force of which was sharp and fierce, clearly demonstrating that it was also a profound martial art.
The young man surnamed Huang hurriedly dodged. He also possessed martial arts skills, and his iron bones rang out loudly. He was also an Iron Bone Martial Master and could be considered a promising young talent.
But the old martial arts master's eagle claw remained hovering over his head. Despite his repeated dodges, he was still caught on the shoulder by the claw.
With a flick of his arm, the old martial arts master lifted the young man up like a chick. His vital points had been seized, and the young man curled up. The old martial arts master then flicked his arm three more times, releasing his inner energy.
With a series of cracking sounds, the young man's bones rattled inside his body, and his hands and feet were dislocated.
The old martial arts master stretched out his arm and shoved him away, throwing him into a pile of rubble by the roadside, where he crashed to his head and bled profusely.
"Hmph, someone from beyond the fifth degree of kinship, who just happened to have some ancestral blood on him, dares to call himself a member of the Huang family?"
"The hierarchy within the Huang family must be observed according to the rules of heaven."
"Pah... You dare to use the surname Huang?"
"Does he even deserve to talk to someone about rules?"
The young man lay groaning in the pile of rubble, his joints broken and his hands and feet dislocated, paralyzed and unable to move. Bloodstains stained his brocade robe, a glaring sight.
Yang Silang noticed that the young man surnamed Huang was wearing new brocade clothes, but the soles of his boots were badly worn, indicating that his family was not well-off.
This brocade robe, perhaps carefully chosen by him to make a good impression at the party, has now fallen into the mud and lost its luster, just like its owner who is now dim and embarrassed.
Inside and outside the flower gate.
Those who arrived at the door but could not enter often showed expressions of pity, a sense of shared sorrow.
Most of those who entered the door continued to chat and laugh, taking it all in stride and treating it as a joke.
The steel-dirty martial arts master made a ruthless move, intimidating everyone present. Afterwards, the two men reprimanded the others without any mercy, and they all slunk away, not daring to cause any trouble.
Yang Silang noticed Pei Buqi sigh, then turned his face away as if he hadn't seen her.
Pei Buqi comes from the prestigious Pei family, and although he is within five degrees of kinship, it is not too far removed, so he can be considered a member of a branch family. The young man surnamed Huang, however, is too distantly related, so it is indeed difficult for him to be called a member of the Huang family.
However, being treated this way by the Huang family's servants is still quite poignant.
In addition, it was quite comical that a martial arts master was dressed as a servant to guard the gate.
"Brother Pei, you are a great martial arts master, how can you be a servant like this?" Yang Silang asked, somewhat puzzled.
Pei Buqi explained in a low voice that these aristocratic families brainwashed those with outstanding martial arts talent among their servants from a young age, using resources to accelerate their development. They did not require high combat power, only loyalty.
The martial arts they practice have flaws unknown to outsiders. They crumble at the first touch when faced with the family's ultimate techniques. They also control their relatives and family members, and some even use drugs to control their bodies. Their lives are entirely in the hands of their master.
It's not that they don't want to leave their families, but that they can't. So they can only work diligently and faithfully, hoping to maintain their dignity in their old age and benefit their descendants. Perhaps they will become influential stewards or similar figures, and that would be considered a success.
The two entered the arena while they were talking.
Yang Silang and the others stood outside the platform, some distance away. A dozen or so young men and women were already sitting on the platform, chatting and laughing.
At this distance, Yang Silang could clearly see their faces, but he couldn't hear them clearly when they spoke in a low voice.
Moreover, the other party is sitting while they can only stand; that is the difference.
Just by looking at them from a distance, you can feel that the dozen or so people gathered together have vigorous blood and energy, which raises the temperature of the surrounding air by several degrees.
Especially after Yang Silang cultivated his divine soul.
Perceiving it from the perspective of the soul, the platform seemed to have more than a dozen furnaces burning fiercely, and the intense heat even made the soul want to avoid it.
Grandma Tianjing once said that martial arts qi and blood are yang, while Taoist magic and spirit are yin.
The yin and yang of an individual are inherently one, and the spirit and flesh are naturally united. After all, the soul is also born from the thought in the Niwan point, which is a treasure of human beings. Therefore, the soul can reside peacefully in one's own qi, blood, and flesh without any obstruction.
However, the vital energy of others is like snow meeting the morning sun to a newly born soul—it is their natural enemy.
Only when one's spiritual cultivation reaches a high level can one resist the erosion of others' vital energy.
This relationship is like water and fire; it depends entirely on the cultivation levels of both parties. Water can extinguish fire, and fire can also evaporate water.
Yang Silang compared their qi and blood with his own and was surprised to find that the cultivation levels of everyone on the stage were all a level higher than his own, and they should all be powerful experts at the Mercury Blood Grandmaster level.
Among them, there was another person whose vital energy was even stronger than the others. His vital energy was intense, sometimes expanding and sometimes contracting, as if he was in the early stages of some kind of transformation.
Yang Silang suspected that this guy was not far from becoming a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow.
He was secretly shocked. This family's strength was truly terrifying. The younger generation had such cultivation. What about the old guys in the family?
Yang Silang suppressed his thoughts and continued to observe.
There were several empty prayer cushions on the platform, presumably because their owners had not yet arrived. As for the lotus platform in the middle, it was naturally prepared for the White Fairy.
He gently tugged at Yang Silang's sleeve, carefully raised his hand and pointed to a handsome young man with a silver crown and plain clothes on the platform, his face full of envy.
"That is Pei Shiliang, the heir of my Pei family. In terms of martial arts cultivation alone, he has reached the perfected realm of Mercury Blood Grandmaster. It is said that he is only one step away from the Golden Marrow Grandmaster."
"Among the younger generation, he is number one in martial arts..."
Yang Silang raised an eyebrow.
This Pei Shiliang was the person whose vital energy he sensed was the strongest. However, Pei Buqi's words had a hidden meaning: was he the number one in martial arts alone?
In other words, in terms of overall combat strength, it may not be number one.
And what does it mean to only consider martial arts cultivation?
Pei Shiliang should also be following the path of a disciple from a prestigious family who cultivates both martial arts and Taoist practices.
As his thoughts raced through his mind, Pei Buqi introduced everyone on the platform to him one by one. They were all legitimate sons and daughters of various noble families, and even illegitimate children were not allowed to go on stage.
Pei Buqi whispered in Yang Silang's ear.
"However, I am not trying to undermine the Pei family's prestige."
"Although my Pei family is among the prominent families, we are not considered first-rate among the prominent families in the provincial capital. There are about seven or eight other families that are similar to my Pei family."
"These families, including my Pei family, have only been around for five hundred years. They are considered founding heroes of the Shun Dynasty, and their ancestors were mostly meritorious officials who followed the founding emperor."
"The truly first-class families in the provincial capital are the four families of yellow, white, red, and black. The shortest of them has existed for a thousand years and can be traced back to the previous dynasty. The oldest, such as the Huang family, has been passed down for two thousand years and has survived four dynasties."
"About a quarter of the land in the provincial capital belongs to the Huang family, which gives you an idea of how powerful they are."
"Therefore, the aristocratic families are divided into two factions, the old and the new. However, it is not so strict. The aristocratic families intermarry with each other, and there are often situations where one family is intertwined with the other. Of course, there are also mortal enemies and irreconcilable rival families."
Yang Silang nodded slightly.
He understands the difference between the old elites and the new elites.
Back then, the Confucius family could monopolize Qufu City. In his opinion, the Huang family's failure to become half of the city was simply too restrained.
at this time.
Several more young men and women walked out from the flower archway.
These people were not dressed in particularly luxurious clothes. The one in the lead had an ordinary appearance, wearing a cotton blue robe and holding his hair with a wooden hairpin. He was not as well-dressed as the young man surnamed Huang who had been thrown out in his brocade robe.
But his eyes gleamed with a sharp light as he stared directly at everyone, his face dignified and exuding an air of authority.
Among the group was a strikingly beautiful young woman adorned with numerous jingling accessories, exuding an air of wealth and attracting considerable attention.
The two burly martial arts masters guarding the door immediately knelt down and bowed their heads.
The young man in plain clothes and his companion did not stop walking or even glance at the two great martial arts masters, and went straight through the flower gate.
on the platform.
Pei Shiliang and the others stood up, smiling, and took a step or two outside without leaving the platform, but they had already made a welcoming gesture.
Around the platform.
A stir ran through the attendees, with some shouting, "Greetings, Prince Huang!" and "Greetings, Miss Wu!"
Many people greeted them, and the young men responded with nods and smiles. They strode onto the stage, greeted Pei Shiliang and others familiarly, and after a few words, sat down on the prayer mats.
Thus, with everyone present, all that remained was to wait for Fairy Bai.
Pei Buqi leaned close to Yang Silang's ear and spoke in a very low voice.
"The core members of the direct lineage of the four great families of the provincial capital—Huang, Bai, Zhu, and Wu—have arrived!"
"Walking at the front is Huang Shouren, the eldest son of the Huang family. Although his cultivation level is not the highest among them, his family has the greatest influence, and his words always carry a lot of weight."
"Another person to pay attention to is Wu Shi Nu, Wu Shu Ying, who is the apple of the eye of the Wu family patriarch and is more favored than her brothers, because she is a Dao cultivator in the Possession Realm."
"A mere possession-stage Dao cultivator is not frightening; what is frightening is that the family has contracted a demon slave named Mighty Horned Bull for her. When possessing the horned bull, she can command the horned bull to kill enemies, and ordinary Mercury Blood Grandmasters are no match for her."
"She has the greatest potential and may be the most outstanding among this group of students in the future."
"In addition, Bai Chengyu of the Bai family and Zhu Jingxing of the Zhu family were already Grandmasters of Mercury Blood several years ago. I wonder what level they have reached now."
Yang Silang's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, and he stared directly at Wu Shuying, Wu Shinu.
This woman was dressed in gorgeous clothes, with a face as beautiful as a peach blossom, and a pair of very bright eyes with a touch of natural charm. She had a smile on her lips. Who would have thought that she was a master of the Possession Realm?
Tianjing's maternal grandmother gave him a brief introduction.
The three realms of Daoist arts—astral projection, wandering soul possession, and spiritual possession—are equivalent to the realms of martial arts—copper skin, iron bones, and steel filth.
Generally, those who possess Daoist cultivators have limited abilities and are not considered ruthless. Normally, they would give way to martial artists of the same level who are skilled in martial arts.
However, for someone like Wu Shuying, a core member of a prestigious family, it's extraordinary that her family spared no expense to prepare a contracted demon slave for her.
Moreover, Wu Shuying is considered by her family to have extraordinary talent in Taoist arts and may go further in the future. She is only at the Possession Realm now, but it is hard to say what will happen in a few years.
Huang Shouren, Wu Shuying, Bai Chengyu, and Zhu Jingxing are the core disciples of the four families. If any one of them were to die, it could trigger a full-scale retaliation from the aristocratic families. They also have a voice within their families, and their words and actions can represent the will of the aristocratic families, so they hold extremely high positions.
Therefore, even the eldest sons of other prominent families, such as Pei Shiliang, had to give face to the four of them.
Yang Silang glanced at the disciples of various noble families on the field. Each of them possessed cultivation, and not badly at that.
He thought to himself, in this other world where the strong rule and individual martial prowess can suppress those who refuse to submit, the aristocratic families can be said to be wicked and greedy, but they cannot be said to be stupid and incompetent.
I didn't see any disciples from aristocratic families who were weak, or rather, those who were weak were not worthy of being disciples of aristocratic families and would have been eliminated from the family long ago.
The approximately twenty men and women on the platform represent the most powerful and influential young generation in the provincial capital. In a few decades, these same people will likely be in charge of the provincial capital.
If the White Fairy can befriend these people and make them willingly wait for her, then how powerful must the Five Talismans Sect behind her be?
He's thinking about this.
Suddenly, I heard what sounded like pleasant music playing in the air.
Then they saw a sedan chair flying through the air, carried by four porters who stepped in mid-air and ran straight towards the platform.
The onlookers gasped in surprise, and some of the newlyweds at the event cried out.
"Look, they can fly!"
"That's a paper talisman artifact from the Five Talismans Sect. Of course it can fly. Let's keep quiet, or we'll be seen as bumpkins..."
Yang Silang had sharp ears and overheard people whispering nearby.
He looked around the empty sedan chair, on which sat a graceful woman in a white robe, her face veiled. A bright red plum blossom dotted the center of her forehead, and her eyes, as clear and bright as a lake, swept down, though she only glanced briefly at the hundred or so people below.
However, everyone felt that the fairy above was looking at them seriously, and many people subconsciously tensed up and their faces turned red.
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