Protect Our Patriarch

As the words echoed.

A woman floated from afar, soaring through the sky, slowly descending to the ground. Her white hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes behind the veil were as deep as ice, showing no emotion, sweeping over Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun.

She was dressed simply and without ostentation, yet she seemed ethereal and otherworldly, devoid of any worldly aura.

Her jade hand reached out.

The Long Yan sword, suspended in the air, hummed softly, "Hum~~~", and moved like a living creature into her palm.

"Long Yan!"

Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun's pupils contracted, both involuntarily stepping back, their eyes filled with shock and fear. After so many years, the terrifying memory of Long Yan still stubbornly lingered in their minds.

It was her!

With a sword that could topple a city, she was as dreamy and noble as a fairy descending from the heavens.

Despite being outnumbered, she had boldly slain their powerful allies.

Fifty years had passed, and apart from her hair turning white, she had hardly changed. Her eyes were deeper, her demeanor more reserved, but also more mysterious.

The clansmen and retainers of the Liu and Zhao clans were all nervous and fearful, slowly retreating. But despite their fear, many still stole curious glances at Long Yan.

Her name was equally mysterious among their two clans. With her own strength, she had supported the Wang's Clan till now, even the Ancestor was extremely wary of her.

In contrast to the low morale of the Liu and Zhao clans.

The people of the Wang's Clan were excited and thrilled. Ancestor Long Yan had appeared, would the Liu and Zhao clans still dare to be arrogant?

Only Wang Shouzhe remained calm from beginning to end, as if everything was under his control.

However, Liu Zhide and Zhao Bojun, who had lived for over a hundred years, quickly recovered from their shock and fear.

Zhao Bojun took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming serious: "Long Yan, aren't you afraid that forcing yourself to fight with your Xuanqi will backfire and cost you your life?"

That's right.

Everyone in Ping'an Town knew that Ancestor Long Yan of the Wang's Clan had been seriously injured and was barely holding on. And recently, there had been rumors that Ancestor Long Yan's life was hanging by a thread.

Could it be that she was just forcing herself to hold on?

The people of the Liu and Zhao clans couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Their morale, which had hit rock bottom, gradually recovered, and they all turned their eyes to their two ancestors.

Feeling the hopeful gaze of his clansmen, Liu Zhide knew that he couldn't back down at this moment.

Immediately, he straightened his body, his hands behind his back, exuding a calm and composed aura: "Long Yan, I admit that you are very impressive. But the injuries you've suffered over the years, not to mention whether they have dragged you down. In the past fifty years, we have been practicing day and night, our strength is no longer what it was..."

"Try it."

Ancestor Long Yan didn't bother to argue with him. She flew forward, raised her jade hand, and the Long Yan sword, with a soft hum, attacked Liu Zhide.

This sword seemed ordinary, but at the moment it was drawn, the surrounding air temperature seemed to drop by dozens of degrees. The moisture condensed into beautiful dancing frost, quickly gathering around the Long Yan sword, forming a frost storm covering several meters, enveloping Liu Zhide.

Liu Zhide's pupils contracted, he exclaimed: "Xuanbing Sword Technique." Then he retreated in fear.

The superior sword technique "Xuanbing Sword Technique" was the unique sword technique of the Binglan lineage of the Zifu Academy, which had to be used in conjunction with the cultivation technique "Xuanbing Jue".

It was said that when practiced to the extreme, a single sword could cover a hundred meters with frost, annihilating everything.

However, it was too late for Liu Zhide to retreat. The frost storm had already frozen him stiff and numb, his movements were several beats slower than usual, and the deadly Long Yan sword was already stabbing towards his heart.

Before the sword arrived, the Xuanbing sword qi had already arrived.

Feeling a faint pain in his heart, Liu Zhide hurriedly turned his palm over, and a dark gold bowl appeared in his palm.

Spiritual Tool Purple Gold Bowl!

Liu Zhide held the bowl in one hand and suddenly urged his Xuanqi.

"Hum!~~"

The Purple Gold Bowl emitted a high-frequency vibration, deep and resonant like a drum at dusk or a bell at dawn. It floated up, emitting a golden light. The golden light condensed and did not disperse, forming a semi-circular shield in the blink of an eye.

The whole thing seemed complicated, but it all happened in an instant.

The Long Yan sword, carrying the frost storm, hit the golden shield of the Purple Gold Bowl head-on.

"Clang!"

A violent collision sound rang out, frost flowers danced in the sky, waves rippled on the golden shield, but it stood firm like a lone peak in a storm.

Only Liu Zhide, who was spiritually connected to the Purple Gold Bowl, bore some of the impact, his face turning slightly pale.

But at least, he survived!

"Huh, the Purple Gold Bowl from the Prajna Temple?"

The sword did not achieve its full effect.

Ancestor Long Yan let out a soft "huh", slightly surprised. But she quickly dismissed the thought, saying coldly, "It's just a spiritual tool imitation. I suppose the real Purple Gold Bowl wouldn't fall into your hands."

There were various kinds of spiritual tools in this world. Ancestor Long Yan once owned two spiritual tools, the Long Yan sword and the Turtle Scale Shield. But these two spiritual tools were original creations made by master refiners using the characteristics of the materials.

In the world, there were no shortage of master artifact refiners who would imitate some famous and powerful magical treasures. Although their power and efficacy could not reach the level of the genuine treasures, they were more suitable for cultivators at the Spirit Platform realm.

This Purple Gold Bowl was clearly an imitation.

"That's right." Liu Zhide held the Purple Gold Bowl in one hand, a proud look on his face, "This Purple Gold Bowl of mine is a defensive spiritual tool. I wonder how it compares to your Turtle Scale Shield, Long Yan?"

His pride was not without reason. A spiritual tool could easily cost tens of thousands of Top Gold. Some low-ranking clans simply couldn't afford it. Even some stronger clans could only manage to accumulate enough to purchase one over a long period of time.

The reason why Ancestor Long Yan had two spiritual tools was because one of them, the "Long Yan Sword", was a product of the most prosperous period of the Wang's Clan.

At that time, Ancestor Zhou Xuan was a powerful cultivator in the late stage of the Spirit Platform realm. He had made a lot of money and accumulated a lot of precious resources during the development process. He personally returned to Longzuo Commandery and commissioned a master artifact refiner to forge two spiritual tools.

One was the "Zhou Xuan Sword", which was now enshrined in the ancestral hall and was the focus of the Wang's Clan's faith. The other was the "Long Yan Sword", which was Ancestor Long Yan's main battle spiritual tool.

The Turtle Scale Shield was a gift from her master, Bing Lan, when she accepted Long Yan as her core disciple. Even the Spirit Palace, with its immense wealth, would not casually bestow spiritual tools on disciples. It was clear that Bing Lan had high hopes for Long Yan, believing that she had a great chance of advancing to the Heavenly Human realm.

Even at its peak, the Wang's Clan had only forged two spiritual tools. For a clan like the Liu's, which was far inferior to the Wang's Clan in its heyday, accumulating enough to purchase a spiritual tool was no easy task.

As soon as the Purple Gold Bowl appeared, even Zhao Bojun and Gongsun's Ancestor showed envious and jealous looks. They didn't have any spiritual tools.

It was said that the Gongsun's Clan did have a spiritual tool, but it was a clan treasure and not something that Gongsun's Ancestor could use at will.

At this moment, Liu Shengye, the head of the Liu's Clan, was gloating over Zhao Jinxian, the head of the Zhao's Clan, "Brother Jinxian, who said that the ability to make money is useless?"

It was very clear that even if Liu Shengye didn't accumulate the Purple Gold Bowl by himself, he had made a significant contribution to it.

Even Wang Shouzhe looked at him with new respect from a distance. Liu Shengye's ability to make money was indeed not bad.

"Hmph!" Zhao Jinxian snorted in dissatisfaction and envy, his attention falling on his son. Fortunately, after Ancestor Long Yan appeared, the ruthless girl had restrained herself a bit and had not continued to torment Zhao Dingteng.

With Zhao Dingteng's strong physique, he could endure some hardship and it would pass after a while.

Just as the people of the Liu's Clan and Liu Zhide were gloating, Ancestor Long Yan said calmly, "We'll know how good its defensive ability is after a test."

Immediately, she rushed forward again and stabbed out with her sword.

This sword was completely different from the first one.

The moment she made her move, it was like a thunderclap and a sudden downpour. As snow drifted in the sky, it turned into countless sword lights that enveloped Liu Zhide.

And Ancestor Long Yan seemed to have transformed into a goddess enveloped in ice and snow, her clothes fluttering, and countless frost dancing around her.

Again?

The smile on Liu Zhide's face froze, and he hurriedly summoned the "Purple Gold Bowl" again, turning it into a golden shield to block the attack.

"Ding ding ding..."

The rain-like sword lights exploded densely on the golden shield like a downpour, splashing frost and stirring up countless golden splashes.

Holding the Purple Gold Bowl, Liu Zhide couldn't resist the continuous impact and kept retreating. He could barely defend himself and was in a sorry state. His heart was filled with horror, and he shouted, "Brother Bojun, help me!"

He knew that if he let Long Yan continue, what would he use to resist the Long Yan Sword when his Purple Gold Bowl's defense was broken?

Zhao Bojun was also terrified. Was Long Yan's injury really healed? If they couldn't suppress her together at this time, there would be endless trouble in the future.

Just as Zhao Bojun was about to move and join forces, Gongsun's Ancestor blocked him and laughed heartily, "Brother Bojun, didn't you want to spar with me? Come on, let's get to know each other better."

With that, Gongsun's Ancestor's aura swelled, and his body even became larger. He threw a straightforward punch, unstoppable and demonstrating absolute power, as if he could break all laws with one punch.

"Gongsun Meng, how dare you!"

Zhao Bojun roared in anger, but he was forced to fight with Gongsun Meng.

Boom boom boom!

The air exploded, and stones flew everywhere.

The four Ancestor-level figures split into two battlefields, each fighting their own battles. However, the fight between Zhao Bojun and Gongsun's Ancestor seemed to be evenly matched.

On the other hand, the fight between Ancestor Long Yan and Liu Zhide was a complete one-sided crush.

The aftermath of a full-on battle between Spirit Platform realm cultivators was great and very dangerous. Therefore, Wang Shouzhe urged everyone to stay far away. The younger generation couldn't intervene in their fight.

Watching the two battles, Wang Shouzhe was deeply moved, his eyes filled with longing. Spirit Platform realm cultivators were really too powerful.

No wonder, if a clan had an Ancestor at the Spirit Platform realm, it could continue to thrive. If it lost its protection, what could it use to resist the bullying of others?I'm sorry, but there is no text provided for translation. Could you please provide the Chinese text that you want to be translated into English?

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