222: C222 The Days of the Undercurrent

C222 The Days of the Undercurrent

Time quickly passed, and unknowingly, a month and a half passed by, and in this half a month, nothing major happened. It was just that Holy Wind Academy experienced another Yue Sai, and Yang Liefeng managed to obtain first place in individual synthesis once again.

And these peaceful days were about to be broken by the arrival of the annual gathering!

That's right, the annual Clan Assembly was coming up. Many of the disciples that were powerful enough to leave their families, or those that wanted to increase their strength in the sect, would all return to their families to participate.

As for the Yang family, Yang Linfeng was no exception.

At noon, the blazing sun hung high in the sky!

In the room, Yang Xiao sat on the bed with both of his eyes closed. From the looks of it, he was actually cultivating.

If it was Yang Zhong, Yang Yi and Su Yun who saw this scene, they would be extremely shocked and uneasy.

Inside the small courtyard, Liu Hua sat alone at a stone table with worry in her eyes.

Inside Gu Zixuan's room, she was sitting in front of a round table. Her beautiful eyes were similarly filled with worry.

Obviously, both Liu Hua and Liu Hua were worried that Yang Linfeng would be hurt after he returned.

In a side room, Yang Zhong had a complicated expression on his face as he sat at the head of the table. Yang Mingfeng was seated at the first seat of a row of seats on the right side of the side hall.

His position in the Yang family would naturally rise as well, which would inevitably threaten Yang Zhong's position. However, it wouldn't be that easy to touch Yang Linfeng, not to mention Yang Yi and his wife, even Bai Chen himself wouldn't allow him to do as he pleased. After all, Yang Linfeng represented the Yang family's future.

Moreover, Yang Linfeng's talent in cultivation was extremely good. Although his talent wasn't as heaven defying as others, his talent in wind attribute spirit energy was not weak at all. It was possible that his position in the Tiaoying Sect wasn't weak either.

Therefore, Yang Linfeng could not move!

Therefore, Yang Zhong was in a complicated mood, so he was both annoyed and helpless at the same time. Yang Mingfeng naturally wanted to inherit the position of Patriarch, so towards Yang Linfeng, who could threaten his own position as Patriarch, Yang Mingfeng naturally had enmity in his heart, but, his strength was far too inferior to Yang Linfeng, and he could not even win against Yang Linfeng. Therefore, he could only endure the frustration and helplessness in his heart.

Some people were happy while others were sad.

At this very moment, in Yang Yi's room, Yang Yi and Liu Lizhen were seated in front of a round table, drinking wine together, in an extremely good mood. This was because, in three days, Yang Linfeng would return, and at that time, they would be able to remove the thorn in their side, Yang Liefeng.

When that time came, it would be a situation where good things happen in pairs. How could they not be happy?

In Yang Zhenfeng's room, Yang Zhenfeng was also sitting at the same table as a large group of young masters of the Yang family, drinking wine with the same happy mood as his parents.

"Yang Liefeng is doomed this time. When my big brother returns three days later, Yang Liefeng will be waiting to be crippled. I have the ambition and I thought that I was powerful enough to reach the heavens. How laughable!" Ever since Yang Liefeng had risen to prominence, he had been bullied and humiliated at the hands of others. Thus, when he thought about how quickly Yang Liefeng was going to die, Yang Zhenfeng was so excited that he simply could not fall asleep.

"Haha, that's right, Yang Liefeng really thinks of himself as a spring onion. When Brother Lin Feng returns, he'll show him what he's made of!"

"After Yang Liefeng is crippled, we brothers will bully him and let him regain his former feelings!"

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Inside the room, the other sons of Yang Yi's concubines all had faces full of flattery as they spoke.

"Haha, to recover his former feelings, well said, we should make him, Yang Liefeng, regain his former feelings!" Yang Zhenfeng laughed heartily as he said those words complacently. Then, he gulped down the fine wine in his cup.

At the Yang Mansion, in a garden that was rarely seen.

Yang Liefeng held the demon spear, spirit force surging around his body, his footsteps were agile, dancing with the demon spear!

During this period, Yang Liefeng would come here to practice the Phantom demon spear Spear Technique after eating his meal everyday!

Not far away, on a tree branch of a big tree, there was Bai Chen, dressed in white, with white hair and white eyebrows, his clothes fluttering in the wind, looking at Yang Liefeng's figure dancing with the demon spear, he revealed a puzzled expression, and thought in his heart: "This spear technique, is truly mysterious and powerful, where did this brat obtain it from?"

"Hu hu"

In the end, Yang Liefeng's spear exploded out, causing the air to vibrate. A sharp glint flashed across his eyes as he sneered, "The annual meeting is in three days, Yang Linfeng.2

Three days of time quickly passed by, and on this day, it was also the end of this month. Furthermore, it was the last annual meeting of the Holy Wind Academy, and after this year's annual meeting ended, the Academy would be on break, while the third year students had already completely ended their three years of stay in the Holy Wind Academy. Of course, to Yang Liefeng, there weren't even three years.

However, he would also graduate with an ordinary third-year student, and then wait for the deacons of the various sects to come and recruit students.

It was early in the morning and the sky had just started to brighten. As usual, Yang Liefeng accompanied his parents and Gu Zixuan for breakfast before heading to Holy Wind Academy.

Yang Liefeng watched the entire morning as an audience. At noon, he did not return to the Yang Mansion, but instead went directly to the converging chamber to cultivate.

At this moment, in the Yang Mansion, there were people who were sad yet happy.

At the entrance of the Yang Mansion, Yang Zhong, Yang Yi, Liu Lizhen, and Yang Mingfeng were all waiting, waiting for the return of the most outstanding Yang Mansion juniors of their generation.

However, Yang Zhong and Yang Mingfeng's feelings were obviously different from Yang Yi and Liu Lizhen.

Not long after they had waited for a while, the sound of footsteps could be heard. A moment later, a figure appeared in their line of sight.

"So it's Zhenfeng. I thought it was Lin Feng." After clearly seeing that the person who had arrived was Yang Zhenfeng, Liu Lizhen said somewhat dejectedly.

Hearing this, Yang Zhenfeng was naturally unhappy, but he did not express it on the outside. Instead, he asked, "Is my big brother still not back yet?"

"No, but it should be soon." Liu Lizhen said.

"Oh, oh." Yang Zhenfeng replied, he walked to the side of Liu Lizhen and the rest and stood by the side, waiting for Yang Linfeng's return.

"Then what about Yang Liefeng?" Liu Lizhen suddenly asked.

"He seems to have gone to the converging chamber to cultivate. On the day of his annual meeting, he doesn't seem to be coming home at noon." Yang Zhenfeng said.

"What else is there to cultivate? Anyway, today, he will ?"

"Cough cough!"

Liu Lizhen's complacent sneer was interrupted by Yang Yi's cough. Liu Lizhen immediately realized that Yang Zhong and Yang Mingfeng were still here, and there were some words that she could not say too clearly right now. Otherwise, if she were caught red-handed, it would become troublesome, especially on this calm and peaceful day like today, when there were actually undercurrents.

"Since it's the annual gathering today, what's the point of cultivating? Why don't we just relax?" Li Lizhen quickly changed her words and said with a smile.

Although her words were cut off by Yang Yi at first, and then she changed it herself, but from her words, Yang Zhong and Yang Mingfeng could already hear some things, and the father and son's expressions became even uglier.

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