Immortal Cultivating Dynasty

It's just that he hasn't touched these things since he started cultivating.    

    

Calligraphy was extensive and profound, but at this moment, he needed more strength. This was a world where strength determined one's status. Only a sufficiently powerful cultivation could allow him to fulfill his dream and allow him to search for the truth about his parents.    

    

In the afternoon, Yang Xuan finally ended his calligraphy exchange with City Lord.    

    

In fact, it was not a calligraphy exchange. Most of the time, it was City Lord who taught him. Although he had a good foundation in calligraphy, City Lord had studied calligraphy for a long time, so he naturally could not compare to City Lord.    

    

Most importantly, he had a feeling. When City Lord was teaching calligraphy, he seemed to be reflecting the method of cultivation. The entire morning had benefited him a lot. However, every time he asked about it, City Lord would change the topic. After experiencing it a few times, he gave up the idea of asking.    

    

After the discussion of calligraphy ended, Yang Xuan did not have any intention of staying any longer. He immediately wanted to leave.    

    

He could vaguely see a lot of people outside the study. Recently, there seemed to be a lot of things happening in the city, and many of them needed to be seen by City Lord.    

    

However, Old City Lord liked calligraphy very much. Almost everyone knew about it. No one dared to disturb him, so they could only wait outside.    

    

Yang Xuan looked at the people walking back and forth outside the door guiltily. He coughed a few times, adjusted his expression, and wanted to walk out.    

    

"Mr Yang."    

    

Behind him, Old City Lord suddenly said.    

    

"The competition of the three great families is about to begin. You seem to be a participant as well."    

    

Yang Xuan turned around and nodded, "Yes, I was lucky enough to obtain a spot in the family."    

    

"You are quite modest. However, if you were lucky enough to obtain a spot, those young men might feel ashamed."    

    

City Lord smiled faintly, raised his head and looked over. He continued with a slightly emotional expression, "The impact of this competition will be great. You have to be careful. I heard that there is a young man from the Lau family who is also very powerful."    

    

"City Lord, thank you for your concern. I will do my best to win glory for my family."    

    

"I hope so."    

    

Old City Lord showed a nonchalant expression and waved his hand lightly. Yang Xuan understood what he meant immediately. He bowed and nodded before walking out.    

    

"He is a heaven warping genius. What a pity."    

    

Behind him, a long sigh slowly drifted away.    

    

As soon as Yang Xuan left the City Lord's Mansion, his body stopped. He turned around and looked behind him with a complicated look in his eyes.    

    

"City Lord seems to be teaching calligraphy, but there is a cultivation method in it. But why does he want to use this method?"    

    

He had some doubts in his heart. If injecting the Spiritual Force and Qi only made him suspicious, then everything that happened today made him completely certain.    

    

Although the two of them had been talking about calligraphy from the beginning to the end, every word Old City Lord said had some kind of principle that secretly matched the cultivation method. Through Old City Lord's explanation, he understood a lot of things.    

    

This had nothing to do with cultivation. What he talked about was more about the state of mind and how to use the Spirit Aura.    

    

No matter how he thought about it, it could not be a coincidence.    

    

When he thought of Old City Lord's last warning to him, Yang Xuan could not help but feel warm in his heart. The two of them were not related by blood. Just because they shared the same interests, Old City Lord helped him like this. Old City Lord really helped him a lot.    

    

He pondered for a while, then bowed deeply to the City Lord's Mansion.    

    

"Second Young Master, what are you doing?"    

    

His bow instantly frightened the four guards, causing their faces to turn pale.    

    

He and Zhou Sheng addressed each other as brothers. Him bowing to them was no different than sending them to their graves. If anyone accepted his bow, then they would not only end up losing their jobs.    

    

For a moment, the four of them jumped two steps to the side at the same time. Their movements were very neat, and in an instant, the area in front of Yang Xuan was empty.    

    

After Yang Xuan finished bowing, he slowly stood up. He looked at the four guards who were far away from the door with surprise. He did not ask anything and just left.    

    

"That was close!"    

    

The leader of the group, the tall and thin man, heaved a sigh of relief and walked back to his post.    

    

"The second young master of Yang family is too terrifying."    

    

He muttered. The situation just now was critical, and he was so scared that he broke out in cold sweat.    

    

The other three men looked at each other. They looked at Yang Xuan's back as he left, and their faces were filled with fear.    

    

At this moment, the main street of Qingzhou City was bustling with noise and excitement.    

    

Although the competition was approaching, the Yang family was deserted. Everyone was cultivating in seclusion, but ordinary people were not affected.    

    

The hawker who sold the sesame seed cakes was still shouting with all his might.    

    

The doors of the shops on the street were wide open. The wide street was filled with all kinds of people.    

    

Yang Xuan squeezed in the crowd and looked at the people around him. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. After all, it was the afternoon and there weren't that many people in the past.    

    

"Make way!"    

    

The crowded crowd slowly dispersed to the sides.    

    

Yang Xuan also followed the crowd and retreated a little.    

    

What drove over was an extremely gorgeous carriage. The black carriage was covered with all kinds of golden patterns. There were many decorations on the carriage, and on the roof of the carriage, there was a fist sized emerald-green jade bead. It was very eye-catching.    

    

The one pulling the carriage was a pure white horse. This horse had an elegant body and its head was raised high, giving off a faint sense of pride.    

    

"This is Bai Xu's carriage."    

    

Yang Xuan looked at the familiar carriage and raised his eyebrows.    

    

Although the driver had changed, the carriage still looked the same. Because he had followed the carriage for a long time, and it was his first time taking the initiative to attack, he had a deep impression of it.    

    

However, although he had guessed the identity of the person in the carriage, his expression did not change at all.    

    

For someone like Bai Xu who bullied the weak, it was hard for him to feel guilty.    

    

The carriage slowly drove past him. At this moment, a voice suddenly came from within.    

    

"Stop!"    

    

The voice was female. It sounded a little old, but it was full of energy.    

    

The carriage stopped, and a short old woman walked out. Her movements were slow, but extremely light. She quickly landed on the ground.    

    

"Who are you?"    

    

As soon as the old woman landed on the ground, she immediately looked at Yang Xuan. Her expression was serious.    

    

Yang Xuan furrowed his brows and didn't say anything.    

    

The old woman sneered and continued, "I just felt your hostility in the carriage."