Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 598: Chapter 506 This is Your Majesty’s will, it is not a matter of discussion with everyone, it is just to inform everyone._2

In addition, there are four Innate Martial Artists who are independent of any Sect forces.

As well as the Minister of Martial Arts Temple, Marquis Jianchang Zhang Luan.

Including Yang Zhenshan, there are now eighteen Innate Martial Artists present.

Such a gathering of Innate Martial Artists is a rare occurrence in Da Rong, unseen in a century.

Watching the group of Innate Martial Artists, some seated, some standing, with varied expressions, Yang Zhenshan also did not get stage fright. He stepped forward and walked up to the group.

”Young Yang Zhenshan pays respects to all the seniors!”

He first bowed deeply.

Isn’t that so?

Here, he is the youngest.

For instance, Zhang Luan is already in his seventies, and Princess Ming Xi is also past her sixties this year. Besides Yang Zhenshan, the youngest would be Princess Ming Xi.

Yang Zhenshan is now fifty-three years old, too.

Elsewhere, he can call himself an old man; here, he can only call himself a junior.

The group of Innate Martial Artists seemed very distant. When Yang Zhenshan paid his respects, they merely nodded slightly as a response.

That is normal; here, in terms of age and seniority, Zhang Ye, Granny Meng, Xuanzhen, and Li Shouning of Yangtian Sect are the oldest.

These four are martial artists of the same era, all over one hundred and thirty years old.

Right now, with these four not speaking, it also was not appropriate for others to speak.

Yang Zhenshan didn’t mind whether others responded or not, and continued, ”Thanks to His Majesty’s trust, I am appointed to oversee the matter of the Star Origin Fruit!”

”However, before dealing with the Star Origin Fruit, there is another matter I need to discuss with all the seniors!”

The people below were unresponsive, neither picking up the conversation nor adding anything, akin to a group of wooden stakes.

Yang Zhenshan scanned over the crowd, a faint smile hanging on his face, ”By His Majesty’s decree, from today onwards, all Innate Martial Artists of Da Rong will be regarded as royal retainers, holding a position equivalent to First Rank!”

Now, the expressions of the Innate Martial Artists finally changed.

Those who were already informed could still sit still, such as Xuanzhen, Li Zhen.

Those uninformed either frowned or had a grim expression.

Clearly, they were not fond of the title of royal retainer.

At that moment, Master De Zhao of Tibet’s Da Zhao Temple stood up, ”Amitabha, may I ask, Mr. Yang, are there any restrictions upon becoming a royal retainer? Does it require staying in the Capital City?”

”Master De Zhao!” Yang Zhenshan bowed in response, smiling, ”No, being a royal retainer is merely a title, and it will not forcibly require the seniors to stay in the Capital City or other places. However, if the court faces difficulties, and His Majesty decrees, it might be necessary for the seniors to lend their strength!”

”I see!” Master De Zhao nodded slightly, then sat down.

The title of royal retainer was not something he cared much about, but if it was Emperor Yanping’s decree, he would still comply.

Because Da Zhao Temple and Dacheng Temple have a lineage connection, Dacheng Temple is a royal temple, whereas Da Zhao Temple, although not a royal temple, is in essence part of it.

Thus, he was not resistant to the title of royal retainer.

”What if we refuse?”

Just after Master De Zhao sat down, someone suddenly spoke.

Yang Zhenshan looked towards the voice, his face immediately wearing a cold smile.

The speaker was none other than Jing Mingzhou from Lingxiu Villa.

Jing Mingzhou, the Manor Master of Lingxiu Villa, eighty-two years old this year, reached the Innate Realm over thirty years ago and is also the grandfather of Jing Changyuan.

Clearly, Jing Mingzhou had already heard about the death of Jing Changyuan before coming here.

However, what he cared about was not the life or death of Jing Changyuan, but Yang Zhenshan’s words.

He has many grandsons; losing one or two doesn’t weigh heavily on his heart.

But Yang Zhenshan’s threat to exterminate the Lingxiu Villa was something he had to keep in mind.

Since he arrived in Cui Xia Valley and saw Yang Zhenshan, he had not shown a pleasant face towards Yang Zhenshan.

”Refuse, huh, Senior Jing, are you sure you want to refuse?” Yang Zhenshan looked at him with a seemingly amused gaze.

Jing Mingzhou stared at him, his gaze as if laced with poison.