Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

He meant the brother-in-law title sincerely.

Because his brother-in-law had said he would recommend him for an official position.

This was something Yu Qingyi had said yesterday, intending to persuade the four masters not to mess around.

But the masters disregarded her nonetheless, whereas Luo Feiyu took it to heart.

Yu Qingyi felt both embarrassed and annoyed, but couldn’t bring herself to criticize, even feeling quite delighted in her heart.

Fellow disciples are like brothers, so calling someone brother-in-law isn’t wrong, is it?

In front of the gatehouse, Hua Jinqiu, Cao De, and a third person stood in a triangular formation opposite Yang Zhenshan.

Hua Jinqiu was at the front, with Cao De and the third person behind, all wielding swords. Hua Jinqiu’s sword pointed slightly up, while the other two’s swords pointed slightly down.

Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan felt a surge of solemnity.

In a duel with Jianghu Martial Artists, one must be prudent.

Fortunately, this battle was just a contest, not a fight to the death. He couldn’t use hidden weapons, and likewise, the other side would not resort to underhanded tactics.

”Then I won’t hold back!” Yang Zhenshan said softly.

The next moment, the spear thrust forward, aiming directly for Hua Jinqiu’s face.

Hua Jinqiu’s expression was icy, unfazed by the fierce spear light. She slightly lowered her body, dodging Yang Zhenshan’s thrust, while her sword moved swiftly to target his lower body.

Behind her, Cao De and the third person leaped up, their sword lights flashing like stars, one targeting Yang Zhenshan’s face and the other his chest.

Yang Zhenshan narrowed his eyes; damn, with the three striking simultaneously, they were impossible to block!

He retracted his spear and retreated backward.

His large frame shot backward like a cannonball.

Sword lights flickered, trailing Yang Zhenshan like scattered stars in the sky.

Yang Zhenshan’s retreat was swift, but the speed of Hua Jinqiu and her companions’ assault was relentless.

The three maintained a constant formation, moving in unison even at high speeds.

Their sword movements kept changing; if Yang Zhenshan retreated even a bit slower, he would likely be marked with numerous cuts.

In terms of exquisite moves, Yang Zhenshan was far inferior to any of the three.

In terms of combat experience, he was also far outmatched.

They were Jianghu Martial Artists, having practiced for decades, always studying how to win in single combat.

What about Yang Zhenshan? He practiced for the battlefield, charging forward without retreat.

Forget about being a prodigy; talent is relative. Martial Arts cultivation values innate ability, but combat emphasizes technique and experience—of course, if one’s cultivation crushes the opponent, that’s another story.

Yang Zhenshan retreated more than ten zhang, yet he still couldn’t escape from Hua Jinqiu and her companions’ onslaught.

Faced with such a situation, Yang Zhenshan was forced to change tactics.

”Be careful!”

As he moved, Yang Zhenshan did not forget to offer a warning.

His arms rotated, the spear positioned across his waist, and in the next instant, Yang Zhenshan himself began to spin.

The spear tip whirled like a fan blade, generating a howling gust with each turn.