Chapter 92

Yang Junshan and Yang Junxian were only a year and a half apart. Perhaps because of their close age, the two often fought from a young age. Later, when Yang Tiangang and Yang Tianlei had their disputes, their children also looked at each other with disfavor. After that, the two fought less, but each time they did, their attacks were even more vicious. Their relationship, which had once been playful, became increasingly distant and even hostile.

Yang Junxian was two years younger than Yang Junshan. When they were young, Yang Junshan often got the short end of the stick in their fights. However, Yang Junshan had his own cunning, and his sneak attacks, traps, and ganging up on Yang Junxian made the latter suffer as well.

Yang Junshan looked at his cousin and sneered, "Second Brother, how old are you? You take a child's words seriously, I'm embarrassed for you!"

Yang Junxian's face turned red. Yang Junshan had left Qingstone Town at the age of nine, and he was only eleven. Taking the playful words from back then seriously, Yang Junxian, who prided himself on being clear and proud, felt he needed an excuse to act today.

Yang Junshan, reading his cousin's expression, said coldly, "Was it Uncle Twelve who incited you to come?"

Yang Junxian was taken aback, then his face turned red as if he had been insulted. "Nonsense, do I need others to incite me to beat you?"

Yang Junshan clapped his hands. "That's right, if you want to fight, just fight. When did you, Yang Junxian, start to use such grand and hollow excuses? This lame reason really makes me laugh!"

"You bastard!"

Yang Junxian took two steps forward, and the ground paved with three-inch blue stones began to creak under his feet, like a wild bull about to charge. Before he even approached, his fists were already striking at Yang Junshan, and two balls of spiritual energy shot out from his fists, colliding with Yang Junshan from a distance of three feet.

At the fourth level of cultivation, cultivators could not cast spells with their bare hands, but they could skillfully release the spiritual energy within their bodies. Compared to the third level, their strength had significantly improved. Yang Junxian, also at the Foundation of Immortality stage, was clearly stronger than Yang Tianshou, with a more solid foundation.

Before Yang Junshan could dodge, the two balls of spiritual energy had already reached him. Yang Junshan was not panicked. He also punched, and the thick earth spiritual energy directly dispersed the two balls of spiritual energy, and then collided with Yang Junxian's fists that followed.

Punching!

Whoosh! A wave of air exploded from the center of their fists, scattering the dust on the ground and forming a large ring of earth.

Yang Junxian felt as if his fists had hit the forehead of a mountain ram, the intense pain making his lips twitch involuntarily, while Yang Junshan's expression remained unchanged.

Pretending, really pretending!

Yang Junxian didn't believe that Yang Junshan was unscathed. He retreated, then made a quick leap, crossing a distance of one zhang to Yang Junshan's side. His left foot stepped forward, and patterns of light appeared from the bottom of his foot. With a loud boom, the ground paved with blue stones shook.

Not good, it's the Earthquake Spell. This Yang Junxian had even carved the Earthquake Spell patterns on the soles of his shoes, using the power of the patterns to cast the spell.

The Earthquake Spell doesn't shake the ground but the people on it. It can make the person standing on the ground dizzy and disoriented, giving the opponent an opportunity; in severe cases, it can even scatter the spiritual energy within the cultivator's body, leaving them at the mercy of others.

However, Yang Junshan soon realized that even with the help of the patterns, Yang Junxian had not fully mastered this spell. Yang Junshan staggered back, but the spiritual energy within his body instantly dispersed the invading force.

Seeing Yang Junshan retreat, Yang Junxian smiled smugly. He shuffled his feet, and his whole body slid forward, making a "sanding" sound. It was clearly another extension of the Yang family's inherited spiritual technique, the Sand Flying Spell, but it was not yet fully mastered, only used to increase his speed.

As Yang Junxian was about to take advantage of Yang Junshan's unsteady footing, Yang Junshan suddenly raised his head and showed a mocking smile.

Yang Junxian felt a sudden unease, thinking it was not good and wanting to retreat, but he had cast the Sand Flying Spell as a "sliding" spell, and the spell he had not fully mastered could not be canceled in a short time. His body still slid rapidly towards Yang Junshan.

Suddenly, a shiny pebble appeared in Yang Junshan's hand. He flicked it with his thumb and index finger, and the pebble shot towards Yang Junxian.

Yang Junxian tried to twist his body to dodge, but the pebble exploded with a "pop" as it approached him, and a shower of gravel hit him.

"Shattered Pebble Spell!"

Yang Junxian let out a strange cry and quickly used his hands to protect his head and face. However, the flying gravel still hit his arms painfully, and some sharp fragments even cut small wounds on his skin, with red blood droplets seeping out.

The information he had was that Yang Junshan was still at the third level when he last faced Uncle Twelve, and now he had just advanced to the fourth level. He was in the library to choose his life spell, but Yang Junxian couldn't understand how Yang Junshan had mastered the Shattered Pebble Spell so quickly.

What he didn't know was that Yang Junshan had only come to the library to put on a show. Not only did he know the three extension spells like the Shattered Pebble Spell, but he also knew the Yang family's inherited "Earth Splitting Spiritual Technique" inside and out. As long as his cultivation was sufficient, he could cast it at any time.

The pebble he had thrown was one he had brought from the small pond in the West Mountain Spirit Spring Cave. He had already carved simple patterns on its surface when he was at the third level, and as soon as he reached the Foundation of Immortality stage, he could use it to cast the Shattered Pebble Spell.

The only regret was that Yang Junshan had just advanced to the fourth level. Although he could use external force to cast spells, he had not yet engraved the spell patterns on his Foundation of Immortality, making the spell much less powerful. Although Yang Junxian suffered, he was not seriously injured.

After taking such a hidden hit, Yang Junxian naturally wouldn't let it go. He quickly regained control of the flying sand, and the sand particles flew up and hit Yang Junshan from all sides.

The flying sand itself was not very powerful, but it could obscure the senses. In the hands of a skilled cultivator, it could even seep into the nose and lungs, suffocating the person.

Although Yang Junxian could not control it so precisely, he could use it to confuse Yang Junshan's senses and then sneak an attack.

Seeing Yang Junshan enveloped in the flying sand, Yang Junxian smiled viciously and was about to rush in to give him a good beating. However, as he charged forward, the flying sand in front of him suddenly shrank rapidly. Yang Junxian tried to regain control of the spell, but the sand seemed to no longer listen to him and was attracted by a strange force.

Yang Junxian's heart sank. His spell had been broken by that little brat Yang Junshan!

Yang Junxian tried to retreat again, but the sand ball that had condensed in front of him suddenly exploded again, and a cloud of sand rushed towards him.

This time, even if Yang Junxian protected his head and face, he couldn't resist the dense sand. He was covered in dust and dirt. After he finally wiped the sand off his face and opened his eyes, he saw a fist growing larger in front of him.

Yang Junshan, still angry from being bullied by this kid when they were young, was determined to give him a memorable lesson. This punch, though he held back a bit to avoid bursting his eyeballs, would at least give him black eyes for ten to fifteen days.

Just as the fist was about to hit, Yang Junxian braced himself for the pain, but the punch never came.

Yang Junxian opened his eyes suspiciously and saw that the fist, only three inches from his eyes, was held by a hand that had grabbed Yang Junshan's wrist.

"Seventh Uncle-in-law!"

"Seventh Uncle-in-law!"

Both of them bowed to the suddenly appearing An Xia, who glanced at them and asked sternly, "What's going on? Why are you fighting in front of the library? Aren't you afraid others will laugh at you?"

Yang Junshan, looking relaxed, said, "He was blocking me here!"

Seeing that An Xia's aura was almost as strong as his father's, Yang Junxian secretly gulped but laughed, "It's been a long time, just, just sparring with Fourth Brother."

How could An Xia not know what was really going on? He gave a heavy cold snort, making Yang Junxian shudder. "A cousin and a younger cousin, both from the Yang family, meet like enemies, even using half-baked spells. Truly amazing!"

Both of them lowered their heads, and An Xia said irritably, "What are you standing there for? Are you waiting for me to leave so you can continue to trouble your brother?"

Yang Junxian trembled, apologized to An Xia, and shot a dark look at Yang Junshan before turning and hurriedly left.

After Yang Junxian was gone, Yang Junshan said with a smile, "Congratulations, Seventh Uncle-in-law, on your great improvement in cultivation. When did you return? The last time I went to your house, you weren't there!"

An Xia glared at him and said, "Stop being cheeky with me. Tell me, did you give your father any bad ideas? I just advanced to the second level of the Martial Realm and hadn't even consolidated my cultivation when he urgently called me back from elsewhere, saying it was about the Spirit Valley and that I should ask your uncle?"

Yang Junshan "uh"ed, smiling awkwardly. "Then you should go ask your uncle!"

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