Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

"Old City Lord should be able to infuse all of his Qi into it. Could it be that I haven't practiced enough?"    

Yang Xuan raised his head and glanced at the door that was blocked by paper. He frowned.    

He had forgotten to eat and sleep during this period of time, and even the matters of cultivation had been delayed. It was all for the sake of making this matter perfect. He could sense that this might be of great help to him.    

Furthermore, since it was Old City Lord who taught him, he believed that it wouldn't be useless. He couldn't miss this opportunity to grow.    

When he thought of this, he gathered his Qi and picked up the brush.    

The Spirit Aura between heaven and earth seemed to slowly flow because of this action. With him as the center, it faintly formed a vortex. This vortex was very faint, but the range of this vortex was simply too wide.    

Within the small old house, every corner of the Spirit Aura began to move.    

Yang Xuan carefully controlled the flow of the Spirit Aura within his body. His eyes were tightly shut, and he was completely relying on the Heavenly Eye to sense his surroundings.    

The Xuan paper laid on the table still moved, emitting waves of trembling.    

The surrounding Spiritual Force became thicker and thicker, and even the air became much heavier. Yang Xuan did not seem to notice it. The pen in his hand, which was dipped in black ink, was quietly floating in the air. Strands of power surged out from within, as if a fierce tiger had emerged from its cage. It wanted to tear everything around it into pieces.    

Suddenly, his eyes opened, and they were filled with a terrifying calm. The symbol between his eyebrows emitted a bit of golden light.    

However, at this moment, a loud sound came from outside the small house.    

It sounded as if the wooden door had hit the wall. Then, there were noises of cursing and broken footsteps.    

Yang Xuan frowned and groaned. He immediately dispersed the Spirit Aura in his hand. The Spirit Aura vortex in the small house immediately disappeared without a trace.    

In the blink of an eye, everything returned to normal.    

A bit of black ink seemed to have been freed as it quietly dripped onto the paper, forming a large black dot.    

In the small courtyard, a vague curse could be heard. After that, the paper lump that was blocking the door of the small house collapsed backwards.    

The golden sunlight finally entered the dim small house.    

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes. He blinked twice and then looked at the door.    

He had stayed in the room for too long. He could not adapt to the bright light for a while. He could not help but use his hands to block the sunlight.    

As the paper ball collapsed, the sunlight was not the only thing that came in. There were also a few figures of different heights.    

"Yang Xuan, what are you doing?" The one who spoke was a loud voice. He did not roar, but it still made people feel that it was deafening.    

Yang Xuan narrowed his eyes and immediately returned to normal, but his brows were still tightly furrowed.    

There were three people who entered the cottage, and the leader was a burly man.    

However, this man's face was very young. Yang Xuan had some impression of him. During the competition, he had entered the top ten, and his strength was not bad. However, he had encountered a Second Stage Yang Xuan, which was why he was eliminated.    

Yang Xuan sized him up from head to toe, but there was no change in his expression. Yang Xuan said lightly, "I'm practicing calligraphy. Is there anything I can help you with?"    

He did not have a good impression of these people. They had barged into the courtyard and interrupted his cultivation.    

However, the burly man in the lead did not notice his unusual behavior. After sizing up the situation inside the cabin, he immediately sneered. He said in a deep voice, "Practicing calligraphy? The competition between the three great clans is imminent. You did not cultivate seriously. But wasting time practicing calligraphy here. If we lose to the other two clans, can you bear the responsibility?"    

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. In the end, he directly walked over and grabbed a piece of paper with a black dot on the table with one hand. Soon, it was torn into pieces.    

"This is my courtyard. Practicing calligraphy is my business."    

There was no anger on Yang Xuan's face. He only said a few words seriously. At the same time, he stretched out his hand. The Spiritual Force flowed out of his body. He gathered the scattered pieces of paper in the air and landed on the ground, forming a pile of paper.    

His movement was very small, and at the same time, it gave people a feeling that it was natural.    

The big man looked at the pieces of paper on the ground with a dumbfounded expression. He was somewhat shocked. This movement looked simple, but even he was unable to do it, let alone Yang Xuan who did it so naturally.    

However, he had just calmed down for a moment when the other two people behind him walked up. One of them had an ordinary face. Yang Xuan did not have any impression of him, and the other was Yang Shi, who had come to fight with him in the past.    

Although he had been injured quite badly last time, Yang Shi's style was not affected at all. After he strode forward, he first sneered at Yang Xuan, then stepped on a pile of broken paper.    

The pieces of paper that had been piled together suddenly flew up. As the wind carried by Yang Shi scattered, the house became a mess.    

"Since you have gotten a spot in the competition between the three families, then you should take responsibility. We are supervising you. If you're not happy with what we're doing, then you can just give up the spot. That way, you won't embarrass the Yang family."    

Yang Shi said in a strange tone. At the same time, he winked at the two men beside him.    

Although the burly man looked honest and honest, he wasn't stupid at all. He quickly reacted and gave up on the idea of leaving just now. He said in a deep voice, "That's right. Yang Xuan, if you still remember the kindness of the Yang family to you... Then you will give us the spot to participate in the competition."    

"You have messed up my house."    

Before the big Han could finish his words, Yang Xuan interrupted him.    

At this moment, Yang Xuan was not listening to him. He stared at Yang Shi with a serious expression.    

The burly man's expression was gloomy. Because he had come to find Yang Xuan by force, and Yang Xuan had never offended him before, he did not want to make this matter big.    

However, his words were ignored like this, causing anger to appear in his heart. His palm, which was as big as a palm-leaf fan, was tightly clenched together, and the sound of bones rubbing against each other could be heard.    

"Yang Xuan! I am talking to you!"    

He said in a low voice, like a duck whose throat was stuck. His voice was very harsh.