Yang Ao slowly stood up, and the ninth-level emperor's aura burst out without reservation, causing the restrictions protecting the house to be activated. If there were no restrictions around the walls, the aura that Yang Ao had just burst out would raze the entire courtyard to the ground. The voice was cold: "Elder Yan, can I understand that you are threatening me?"

Yan Xiyun was secretly shocked by the momentum that Yang Ao had just burst out, and said to himself: "Yang Ao is indeed worthy of his reputation. The momentum that burst out at the ninth level of the Emperor actually made me, a quasi-emperor, feel palpitations."

After all, he was a strong man of the quasi-emperor. He was only slightly shocked and calmed down his state of mind. He looked at Yang Ao and said: "Master Yang has misunderstood. This is just a little suggestion from someone Yan. Why does Master Yang have to be so angry?"

"No matter what the reason is, Elder Yan, I will tell you the truth. Di Xiao is really nothing in my eyes. I call him the Fifth Prince because of the face of the Emperor of Heaven. As for him personally, he is just a Saint Lord. In my eyes, he is like an ant. He is not qualified to be taken seriously. Tell him for me that my daughter will never marry him. Don't think I don't know his little thoughts. I will explain to the Emperor of Heaven myself." Yang Ao said directly and mercilessly.

Everyone has something they cannot tolerate, and threats are one of the things Yang Ao cannot tolerate. Since they have already torn their faces apart, there is no need to continue pretending. Besides, Yang Ao has no good feelings towards Di Xiao, so his words are very direct, and he does not show any mercy to Di Xiao.

At this time, Yan Xiyun's face was as gloomy as water could be squeezed out. He originally thought that he could make Yang Ao submit obediently by the pressure of the Emperor of Heaven, but he did not expect that Yang Ao would not be soft or hard, and he was played by the two of them several times. You can imagine how angry he was in his heart, but he also knew that this was the sphere of influence of the Yang family, and he would not be allowed to be presumptuous. If it was somewhere else, Yan Xiyun would have exploded long ago.

Since the head of the Yang family has said this, it seems that he has made up his mind. I will definitely convey the words of the head of the Yang family. I will take my leave and leave with a wave of my sleeves.

Seeing Yan Xiyun leave angrily, Situ Mingyang worriedly said: "Husband, we offended Yan Xiyun and Di Xiao like this, aren't we too impulsive? Although Yan Xiyun is not to be feared, he has an important position in the Royal Elders Group and has considerable power. And that Di Xiao, although his cultivation is not high, he is the son of the Emperor of Heaven after all. He is very scheming and has won over many talented people over the years. Moreover, if we do this, the Emperor of Heaven will not be able to get away with it."

"It's okay, let them do whatever they want. My Yang family is not afraid of anyone. As for the Emperor of Heaven, I will explain the whole story to him in person after he comes out of retreat. I believe that with his broad mind, he will definitely not care." Yang Ao comforted.

As soon as the voice fell, a hearty laugh came from outside the door, "Xiao Ao, I'm back, haha..." The man was burly, with black hair that was not bound in any way, falling down on his shoulders, and a strong body of muscles that showed his wildness. Such an appearance also showed his straightforward and generous character. The man was Feiyun, one of the two Yinkong envoys, and also Yang Ao's life and death confidant.

Seeing the man, Yang Ao hurriedly went up to him and said happily: "Brother Nie, why are you back?"

Nie Yang looked bitter: "Alas, the situation is not good. The enemy has begun to gather a large army. I'm afraid there will be a big war soon."

"I don't know how many disciples will be wiped out in this war next," Yang Ao said sadly when talking about this level of melee.

Seeing Yang Ao in such a state, Situ Mingyang felt distressed. He had never seen his husband so powerless before. Even in so many life-and-death situations before, he was still so high-spirited and arrogant. But since he took over as the successor, the fate of countless people has been weighed on him, making him breathless. Even though he tried his best to handle everything every day, the things that came one after another made him so powerless.

Situ Mingyang stepped forward to comfort: "Husband, don't worry too much. Although the war is cruel, it is also a blessing for them. If they can survive this battle, I believe each of them will make further progress, which is what every cultivator hopes for."

"Surviving is not easy! The battle between two armies is not like fighting between people. There are endless battle formations, artifacts, and formations in the army. Even people of our level of cultivation dare not guarantee that they can retreat unscathed, let alone them?" Yang Ao sighed a little helplessly.

Seeing him like this, Situ Mingyang felt even more sad and whispered: "Everyone has his own life and his own destiny. Husband, you just need to make yourself clear conscience."

"Thank you, Yang'er, thank you for always accompanying me like this." He said emotionally.

"You are so polite to me. If I'm not by your side, then who will be by my side?" Situ Mingyang said with a slightly red face.

"Ahem..." Seeing the two showing affection as if no one was around, Nie Yang on the side coughed twice awkwardly, instantly breaking the atmosphere. Yang Ao, who came back to his senses, also said with an embarrassed face: "I'm sorry, Brother Nie," and made a gesture of invitation.

Nie Yang said speechlessly: "It's okay, anyway, I'm used to it, and then he treated this place as his own home and walked towards the hall."

After hearing what Nie Yang said, Yang Ao became even more embarrassed, and Situ Mingyang blushed. The two looked at each other, smiled at the same time, and followed.

Nie Yang, who sat down and drank tea, said: "Xiao Ao, Mingyang is right, you shouldn't make yourself too tired. Everyone has their own destiny. Their destiny is not something you and I can decide. As long as we can do it with a clear conscience, we will give the disciples who participate in the battle more life-saving cards and elixirs, so that they can have a better chance of winning when they encounter the enemy. We will do our best and leave it to fate. We will do our best and the rest depends on them. "

"That's the only way," Yang Ao said helplessly.

Nie Yang then reminded: "At present, the entire imperial capital is undercurrent, and various forces are fighting openly and secretly. Even the Yang family is full of crises. You must also pay attention to prevention. "

"Yes, husband, what Nie Yang said is right. Now, in addition to the eldest elder, the Yang family also has the third brother Yang Xiao. Although he always seems to be indifferent to the world and gentle and easy-going, he gives me a cold feeling, as if he is planning something behind our backs," Situ Mingyang also expressed his worries.

"Hey, Madam, how can you say that about the third brother? He is my brother. We grew up together. How could he harm me? Even if he is planning something as you said, it must be something that is beneficial to the Yang family," Yang Ao said with a slightly blaming tone.

"Mingyang, don't worry too much. Xiao Ao knows what to do. I came to Xiao Ao to drink today. Please help us get some snacks," Nie Yang saw that the atmosphere was not right and immediately said to smooth things over.

"Okay, then please wait for me for a while, I will get it for you right away. "Situ Mingyang slightly suppressed his sorrow, smiled softly, and turned to leave the hall.

Yang Ao also laughed heroically: "Haha..., we brothers haven't been drunk for a long time. We must drink to our heart's content today. Come on, brother, I have collected a few jars of good wine over the years, let me show you, and then he took Nie Yang to the backyard.

In the valley, light mist lingered, the fragrance of flowers filled the air, and the cool breeze made people feel refreshed. At this time, Yang Chen held his chin with his two little hands and lay on the grass, muttering to the purple-winged unicorn beside him: "Oh, so boring. Let's go home. Mom knows how to nag me all day long. She doesn't let me go out to play in many places. She always tells me a lot of things that I don't understand, which gives me a headache. Although my sister is very good here, she is like an ice cube. She doesn't say a few words a day. Oh, I'm so bored. I heard that it's very lively outside. I really want to go out and take a look."

"Hey, Xiaoyi, do you think it would be okay for us to go out secretly to play?" Yang Chen suddenly said.

"Okay, okay," Xiaoyi agreed quickly, but then said with a bitter face: "But we don't have spirit stones. You use spirit stones to buy things outside. If you encounter something you like, you can only look at it dryly. What's the point!"

Spirit stones are a common currency in the world of cultivation, generally divided into low-grade, medium-grade, high-grade, and top-grade.

"Huh?" Suddenly Yang Chen had an idea and said, "We can go ask sister for it. Sister must have a lot of spiritual stones."

"Then if sister Li asks you for spiritual stones, what are you going to explain?" He said as if he suddenly thought of something.

"Hey, I have a good idea. Sister will definitely not doubt this idea. Yang Chen suddenly jumped up from the grass in joy.

"What is the idea?" Xiao Yi asked in confusion.

"Let's go, let's talk while walking," he said, holding Xiao Yi in his arms and ran to the attic...