On the night of the massacre, I dug up the ancestral tomb.

Chapter 220: A Hidden Dragon in the Abyss Will Surely Take Flight

This talisman is slightly larger than a typical second-tier talisman.

On the talisman, a cold light flowed, and at the center of the ancient runes, an arrow condensed.

The arrow is so lifelike, it seems to contain an extremely powerful Yin energy.

This near-third-tier talisman already shows the initial form of a third-tier talisman.

If you add the true blood of a third-tier demon, the quality of the image materials will also be upgraded to a higher level, making it a third-tier talisman.

However, a Tier 3 talisman not only requires the original talisman, but also powerful mental strength to inscribe it.

If one's mental strength is too low, one is simply unable to withstand various materials and the power of heaven and earth drawn in when the runes are formed.

Forcing the drawing will only backfire and damage the soul.

At this time, Yang Jiuli's spiritual power was approaching the late stage of Foundation Establishment, and he could only barely draw a quasi-third-order talisman.

This is because he not only has experience from his previous life, but also cultivates the "Taiyin Evolution Divine Technique" to temper his soul with Taiyin energy, so that his soul power is completely in harmony with the Taiyin Way, which is why he can inscribe such talismans. Otherwise, if he is not careful, he will be backfired.

"With this talisman, I will have an extra layer of protection."

Yang Jiuli's brows relaxed.

He then continued to take out materials, first using the pelt of a near-third-tier 'Cold Moon Wolf' and Moon Essence Gold to refine special talisman paper. Only after the talisman paper was formed could he inscribe runes on it and mass-produce them.

in case the emergency.

Half a year has passed in the blink of an eye.

The sixth day of the first lunar month.

"12 'Lunar Flowing Light Arrow Talismans'..."

Yang Jiuli finished drawing the last talisman.

He was quite satisfied and put it into a jade box and sealed it away.

After putting away the talismans, he left the cave.

In a few days, he will be over fifty-eight years old!

He lit a lamp outside.

He then watered the spirit flowers in the courtyard.

……

Night had fallen.

Ye Xiyu was the one who came to visit.

Yang Jiuli took his seat in the living room.

I poured myself a glass of wine.

"Please!" Yang Jiuli gestured for Ye Xiyu to sit down beside him and poured her a drink.

However, Ye Xiyu glanced at Yang Jiuli, and suddenly moved her jade hand, taking off her dress.

Her graceful figure was on full display.

Yang Jiuli looked at it with surprise in his eyes, and his brows furrowed slightly.

"Mr. Yang... please save my sister..."

Ye Xiyu took a graceful step, her eyes misty, and reached out her jade-like hand, about to throw herself into Yang Jiuli's arms.

"Miss Ye, what are you doing!" Yang Jiuli waved his hand, and a blue light bloomed in front of him, blocking it out.

When her body was blocked by the blue light, Ye Xiyu frowned slightly.

She pursed her lips and said, "As long as Mr. Yang kills Ye Cangliu and avenges his father, Xiyu will not hesitate to become a slave or maid!" Her voice was soft and sweet, and when she looked at Yang Jiuli, her eyes blinked seductively, her eyes were misty, and tears slid down her cheeks.

She looked pitiful.

Yang Jiuli has now been a member of the Ye family for more than eight years.

Ye Xiyu is no longer the sixteen-year-old girl she once was, but her appearance remains unchanged.

With a blink of her beautiful eyes, ripples appeared on her skin, adding to her mature and charming allure.

"Kill Ye Cangliu!" Yang Jiuli's gaze sharpened as he glanced at Ye Xiyu.

"I suppose Mr. Yang is aware that my father was a prodigy of the Ye family, but he was ambushed and murdered... The mastermind behind it all was Ye Cangliu," Ye Xiyu said, her voice trembling with tears. "For years, I've lived in constant fear, waking up in the dead of night to the swaying shadows of the trees outside my window, and I always think it's Ye Cangliu trying to harm me... I don't mind dying, but my sister... she's still so young, she shouldn't be dragged into this mess. Please, sir, save me from this misery!"

As she spoke, Ye Xiyu knelt directly in front of Yang Jiuli, raising her head and looking at him with a pitiful expression.

I felt pity for him.

"Miss Ye, please stand up and speak first!" Yang Jiuli moved his hand, and a blue magic power lifted Ye Xiyu up.

At the same time, her removed clothes were swept onto her shoulders by blue magic.

Seeing this, Ye Xiyu had no choice but to get up.

"Sit down!" Yang Jiuli said.

Ye Xiyu pursed her red lips.

After glancing at Yang Jiuli, she pulled up her clothes with her jade-like hand to cover herself and sat down to the side.

"Why did you suddenly bring up revenge?" Yang Jiuli asked. "Has something happened to your clan?"

"In the past six months, since Ye Cangliu took power, he has been reorganizing the Ye family... handing over many of the most profitable businesses to his people... including my alchemy shop... He also wants to use the pretext of restructuring to force me to hand over 40% of the shares."

Ye Xiyu said.

"Once he's consolidated the Ye family's businesses and holds absolute power, I'm afraid he'll turn his attention to me!"

She blinked her eyelashes, looked at Yang Jiuli, and looked helpless.

"Oh?" Yang Jiuli was slightly surprised upon hearing this.

He was not surprised by this.

Surprisingly, Ye Cangliu was in such a hurry; the old man had only been gone for half a year, yet he was already planning to take action against his clansmen.

Ye Xiyu looked at Yang Jiuli, pursed her lips, wanted to speak, but kept her mouth shut.

"This Mr. Yang is unmoved by me... Legend has it that when he was with the Li family in Yunmeng Lake, he also refused the Li family's attempts to arrange marriages several times... Is he completely uninterested in women, or has he lost his virility?" Ye Xiyu wondered to herself.

She was extremely suspicious.

Her grandfather had mentioned several times before his death that he wanted to allow her to become Mr. Yang's concubine in order to ensure his safety.

Unexpectedly, Yang Jiuli refused several times.

"Am I not pretty?"

She lowered her head slightly and examined herself.

"If you are worried that Ye Cangliu will ambush and kill your sisters... you can stay at Lingxi Peak for the next few years and not come out."

Yang Jiuli pondered for a moment, then said, "Here, there are probably not many people who could harm you!"

"Stay at 'Lingxi Peak'." Ye Xiyu frowned, biting her lip, her face full of resentment.

If Mr. Yang is truly unwilling to take action, then this is the only option she can have.

"What about the pill shop?" Ye Xiyu looked up at Yang Jiuli with resentment.

"Is Ye Cangliu trying to forcibly seize your shares?" Yang Jiuli asked.

"No, he's willing to offer six thousand low-grade spirit stones!" Ye Xiyu said.

Compared to the value of the alchemy shop, six thousand low-grade spirit stones is clearly a robbery.

Yang Jiuli said, "In that case, it's fine for you to accept the spirit stones and then transfer the shares to him."

"This..." Upon hearing this, Ye Xiyu was surprised. She had never expected that Mr. Yang would make such an arrangement.

"Since Ye Cangliu has already set his sights on the pill shop," Yang Jiuli said, "you won't be able to hold onto it without sufficient strength... By transferring it now, you can still get some spirit stones. In the meantime, as long as you work hard to learn pill refining, once you become a second-tier pill master, why worry about not being able to open your own pill shop? At that time, looking back, the current situation will seem insignificant."

"Becoming a second-tier alchemist..." Ye Xiyu said bitterly, "How many years would that take?"

Advancing to the second-tier alchemist is as difficult as the foundation-building stage for a Qi-refining cultivator.

Even more so.

After all, how can one advance in rank without enough second-tier medicinal herbs to learn alchemy?

Once she loses her income from the alchemy shop, she will be unable to afford second-tier spiritual herbs to learn how to refine second-tier pills.

In that case, there's no way to go any further!

"I will devote myself to cultivation for the next few years and have no time to meddle in worldly affairs. When I have achieved my goal, I will give you some pointers when I have free time," Yang Jiuli said. "I think that with your special spiritual eyes and my guidance, advancing to the second tier will not be difficult."

He naturally knew what the woman in front of him was thinking.

Without guidance, it is indeed difficult to advance.

"Spiritual Eyes..." Upon hearing this, Ye Xiyu's heart was filled with turmoil, and her gaze initially darted away.

He dared not look directly at Yang Jiuli.

However, after a moment of panic and dodging, she looked at Yang Jiuli with a face full of surprise.

His eyes were filled with curiosity.

Even her grandfather was unaware that she possessed special spiritual eyes.

But Mr. Yang, in his current statement, clearly knew all along.

This piqued Ye Xiyu's curiosity.

How did Mr. Yang find out about this?

"Mr. Yang is no ordinary person. Since he has already spoken, it is no problem to wait a few more days."

"But my grudge..."

Ye Xiyu pursed her lips, glanced at Yang Jiuli, and finally sighed softly before saying nothing more.

She knew that Mr. Yang was probably truly unwilling to get involved in worldly affairs.

Being too demanding of oneself is not good.

"In that case, Xiyu thanks Mr. Yang!" After a moment's thought, Ye Xiyu stood up and bowed to Yang Jiuli.

Regardless, if she can advance to the second-tier alchemist, she will have no chance to take revenge in the future.

"Go!" Yang Jiuli said. "A dragon lies hidden in the abyss. As long as you are down-to-earth and lay a solid foundation, the time will come for you to soar into the sky."

"I understand your teachings, Mr. Yang. In that case, I won't bother you any longer!" Ye Xiyu stood up, bowed, and took her leave.

Yang Jiuli nodded slightly and watched Ye Xiyu leave.

"Since Ye Cangliu is so eager to integrate the Ye family, it seems that a storm is inevitable."

He whispered something and returned to his cave.

He didn't want to get involved in the ups and downs of the Ye family.

In Yang Jiuli's eyes, it was nothing more than a minor squabble, as long as it didn't affect his cultivation.

……

The next day, someone else came to visit.

However, he was a direct descendant of the Ye family.

Ye Rui and Ye Hong, along with their two descendants, Ye Chenxuan and Ye Mingxuan, came to visit.

Ye Xiaogui also visited with his granddaughter Ye Xijia.

The formation is activated.

The group entered the living room.

Yang Jiuli walked out from the cave behind.

"Mr. Yang..." Upon seeing Yang Jiuli arrive, the group immediately stood up and bowed.

"Sit down!" Yang Jiuli gestured for everyone to sit down.

He sat in the main seat.

"What brings you all here?" Yang Jiuli asked after taking a sip of tea.

"Mr. Yang... We are bothering you today because we would like to ask you to come out of retirement and take charge of the Ye family, to set things right." Ye Xiaogui stood up and bowed to Yang Jiuli, his aged voice carrying a hint of pleading.

"Please, Mr. Yang, come out of retirement and set things right for the Ye family!" Ye Rui and Ye Hong stood up together, bowed, and said.

Several younger people bowed together.

"Oh? To set things right? What happened to the Ye family?" Yang Jiuli asked.

"Since Ye Cangliu succeeded as the clan leader, he has violated the late clan leader's instructions, suppressed clan members... and even attempted to seize our shares in the Ye family's businesses by force... Now, we have no foothold in the Ye family."

Ye Xiaogui said.

"We urge Mr. Yang to uphold the late clan elder's dying words... and set things right!"

As he spoke, he moved his hand, and a scroll appeared in his palm.

Among them was Ye Chongli's will.

If Ye Cangliu disregards the bonds between kin and brothers, Yang Jiuli could step in to remove him from his position as clan leader and select a virtuous successor.

Yang Jiuli did not get up, nor did he look at the contents of the scroll. He gestured for everyone to sit down.

Seeing this, Ye Xiaogui and the others exchanged glances, unsure whether to sit down or remain standing.

"Mr. Yang... this..." Ye Xiaogui began, but hesitated, afraid of saying the wrong thing and offending the important person in front of him.