Ch169 Wang Yang’s Full Strength

On the far side of the Wang Family Mountain, a 6th-level Foundation Establishment cultivator stealthily makes his way into the Wang Estate.

With an acquired Spirit Grade Illusory Demon Physique, none of the automated security arrays at the top of the mountain can sense him.

Not even the late-stage Qi Refining elders can sense his presence when he’s meters away from them.

This old Ye Clan demon does not bother to kill anyone.

It could potentially blow his cover, and it would be a waste not to let the new assassin team in training wipe out the Wang Clan. This would be their first big mission and would most likely grant two of them access to Foundation Establishment pills from the branch clan patriarch.

It is possible even the eldest of the three could be gifted a rare set of high grade tier 2 elixirs with properties capable of safely dissolving his damaged foundation. Many that have taken this elixir set in the past benefit from the lingering effects that strengthen their dantian over time, giving them the chance to challenge Foundation Establishment again.

This demon is capable of mimicking appearances, physiques, and even the outer fluctuations of souls perfectly.

He is the elder who trained up the last assassin team and often visits other counties to gain foreign resources on the branch clan patriarch’s orders.

Such a simple mission in Lingshi City would never be assigned to him normally. He was not given any direct information on what the information is they are searching for, but after witnessing that celestial event in the sky, he knows his patriarch must be looking for something extremely special. He is no longer feeling resentful about being picked for such a simple job.

This old demon has been in the presence of the Wang and Mu patriarchs many times in the past century, in passing during large public events, and knows the condition of their souls and spirit beasts quite well.

Fighting the old Wang patriarch and his spirit moose will not be easy, but he is confident he can win if he uses all his hidden cards.

This old man, being thought of as an easy target, watches as the mysterious guest who has become his clan’s saviour leaves down the mountain.

The sun sets, and he prepares to return to his cultivation chamber and begin cultivating qi into his dantian and attempt to make some true cultivation progress for the first time in decades.

However, small fluctuations of foundational-level aura ripple up the mountainside.

He turns to his spirit moose, places a hand on its forehead, and both of them release the full might of their mid-stage foundational auras.

It is a clean, pure, overwhelmingly hot strength.

Many of the oldest members of the Wang Clan know this as the patriarch's aura. Even a full kilometer away, it can be felt.

Though, they have never felt it to this extent.

It is like he’s been brought back to near his prime a hundred years ago. Now, he has far more meridian and root maturity, paired with the wisdom and mental conditioning from suppressing his aura and holding his soul together for all this time.

His natural acuity toward sensing souls is especially high after many days within that illusory soul fox’s presence.

The hidden demon, waiting in the shadows a mere hundred meters away behind one of the brick estate’s walls, almost has a heart attack at the rush of power surging through the air.

The Lesser Yang spirit moose lets out a roar that shakes the mountain beneath them, and the old Wang patriarch turns his head to look straight at the hidden demon’s position.

“Show yourself! And state your intentions for intruding onto the Wang Family Peak!”

A bright copper rod is thrust into the ground, ejecting mid-grade Foundation Establishment-strength array flags from this illusory demon.

He activates a handful of low-grade soul explosion talismans and appears to split into three identical copies of himself.

Two are Spirit-grade phantom manifestations, while one is his real body, attempting to distract the old man while his trap is laid out.

“Your senses aren’t as dull as I thought they would be in your old age. It’s no matter! I’ll just have to make a bit more of a mess!”

The old demon yells out from three different angles.

Wang Yang lets out a loud laugh, punching forward at the barrage of low-grade soul explosion attacks.

They break into swirling white mist without leaving any damage.

His moose stomps on the ground, opens its mouth, and charges up an orb of extremely bright white energy.

A natural, hot, disk-like array starts to form around the spirit beast, making the copper array flags that attempt to activate a trap all tremble and take far longer to activate.

Two of the Spirit-grade Illusory Demon illusions head straight in toward Wang Yang, each of them holding mid-stage foundational strength.

They summon bright white blades made of pure soul wisps, qi, and the vibrations of their clones’ physiques.

One slams down toward the old man with a curved blade and the other with a heavy hammer.

Both of these strikes combined should be more than enough to bring the injured old man to his knees, according to the demon’s calculations.

The spirit-locking formation should activate in a matter of seconds. It anchors onto any dantians standing within its formation, forcing the qi flow inside them to become chaotic. It would leave them unable to block incoming attacks or even imprint artifacts to activate them and save themselves.

The true body of this Illusory Demon grins wide, not bothering to conceal his appearance any more as he knows he’s won. He holds up a nine-sided, white-and-copper-colored star artifact in his palm.

He channels all of his stored-up energy into it to unseal the imprint, and a concentrated blast of stored-up qi and souls bursts from the star’s center as it spins in midair in front of the old demon.

“Your Wang Family has hidden itself deep in this Hidden Mist County! I have great respect for you, Old Wang, but I must follow my patriarch’s orders. Though, I must say, I will be doing my young Chu generation proud. They were my nephews, and I shall take pleasure in avenging them!.”

He then laughs as the spirit-locking formation triggers, and all of the copper flags glow white.

However, there is no fear on the old Wang patriarch’s face.

Instead, there is a glint of intensity in his eyes that sends a shiver down the old demon’s spine.

Wang Yang laughs back as his spirit moose releases the orb of energy built up in its mouth, blowing a deep crater into the earth below.

The natural Lesser Yang Physique-imbued energy this beast creates completely disrupts the circle of arrays tightening around their dantians. The entire spirit-locking formation halts, and its inner layer shatters. The shockwave paired with the destroyed ground disrupts the connection to the copper flags, and they all get blown away dissolving the trap.

Wang Yang plants his feet, and both of his fists collide with the manifested soul weapons coming his way from the two illusory demon clones.

The hot essence flowing out of his moose flows through him, deep in their soul bond that has built up for 150 years.

Strange, soul-infused qi with far hotter and denser purity surrounds his fists and shatters the two incoming illusory weapons.

The demons are sent flying backward, giving Wang Yang enough time to weave strange hand movements and take a single step backward to have his back press up against his moose’s head.

The spirit moose digs its feet into the ground and braces the old man, pushing qi through its meridians into his.

In less than a second, both the moose’s and man’s dantians are drained by over 90% of all their remaining qi.

Both man and beast dig deeper into the crater they’ve already formed, growing heavier and heavier.

The nine-pointed star soul explosion artifact’s energy blast collides with Wang Yang’s open palm as he swings it forward.

A shield of bright foundational qi forms, using up half of his shared energy stores.

The shielding in his palm explodes, but so does the massive beam of chaotic souls sent from the demon. Only the excited laughs of Wang Yang can be heard through the eruption of power.

The chaotic jumble of souls in this explosion is meant to destroy everything in its path. Hitting two mid-stage cultivators stuck in a spirit-locking array would guarantee their end.

Even a late-stage foundational cultivator hit by this blast could be badly injured or possibly even killed if caught off guard.

It is not designed to hit a strong shield. Certainly not one made of extremely pure qi channeled by two newly healed souls with no weaknesses.

The Spirit Moose Roars as Wang Yang swings his other open palm like a windmill around in a circle, channeling the other half of their shared energy.

A crescent of sharp foundational qi, strengthened by the Innate Lesser Yang physique of this spirit moose blasts forward through the air.

It collides with the nine-sided artifact in Ye Mutao’s grasp, shattering it to pieces, and blows half of the old demon’s upper body into blood mist as he tries to dodge.

His dantian stays intact from a heavy copper colored orb shaped life saving artifact, but he coughs up blood in disbelief with half his face remaining. The demon pulls a flying vessel from his storage ring and tries to flee.

Multiple soul jade pendants crack around his neck, filling his body with dense white souls to mend his wounds, but he cannot fight in this condition.

A streak of qi disappears from the Wang Clan Peak, attempting to flee down to the city.

Wang Yang’s face is pale from draining most of the qi in his dantian, but the sharp look in his eyes does not go away. He turns to chase down the retreating demon.