Immortal Cultivation Families: The Rise of the Jinling Immortal Clan

Chapter 181 Punishing Yang Taikong

Upon witnessing this scene, Xia Yuhui couldn't help but beam with joy and exclaimed, "Wonderful! Of the three spiritual roots of water, earth, and wood, with fire spiritual root accounting for 65%, he is truly a promising talent."

"Wonderful! Haha..."

“In the future, my Qing’er will surely become an immortal and attain enlightenment.”

Seeing is believing, and Xia Qiu was overjoyed to be certain that Xia Guangchang had not lied to her.

Laughter rose and fell, echoing throughout the room.

Xia Yuhui picked up Xia Qing in his arms, his face beaming with joy, and asked, "What's your name, little one?"

"Qing'er, quickly pay your respects to your uncle." Seeing this, Xia Qiu quickly sat up straight and instructed Xia Qing.

Xia Qing had been pampered since childhood, so he showed no fear at this moment. Instead, he replied with a bright smile, "Hello, Uncle. My name is Xia Qing. I am Father's seventeenth son and the youngest one."

"Oh, very good, very good. From now on, you will be called Xia Liangqing, the ninety-eighth cultivator of the Liang generation." Xia Yuhui transmitted his voice to Xia Guangyao. After learning the current number of people in the Liang generation, he immediately gave Xia Liangqing a name with a beaming smile.

"Thank you so much, Uncle, for giving me this name!"

"Then you two have a good chat first. I will come back to catch up with you after I have dealt with that matter."

After naming Xia Liangqing, Xia Yuhui gently put him down, and then stepped out of the room with Xia Guangchang, leaving the father and son enough space to chat.

"Fortunately, that kid was hidden in the cellar by Xia Qiu, otherwise he probably wouldn't have escaped the clutches of that Ghost Taoist." Xia Guangchang said with undisguised joy. Now that Xia Qiu's wish has been fulfilled, the guilt he felt for failing to protect Xia Qiu has lessened a bit.

“Yes, this is indeed a joyous occasion. My lineage finally has an heir.” Xia Yuhui nodded in agreement.

“Speaking of which, it’s about time for you Jade generation members to marry your Daoist partners.”

"Hmm? Well, there's no need to rush this, is there?"

……

"Yu Hui, from what you just said, do you already know the whereabouts of that Ling Gui Dao Ren?" After some small talk, Xia Guangchang got down to business.

“Indeed, I already know the exact location of that Spirit Ghost Taoist. It’s getting late, Elder, you should quickly summon the clan’s senior members for a meeting.”

"Okay, I'll go right away." With that, Xia Guangchang dashed off like an arrow to summon the others.

"Oh, right, Elder, please summon Yang Taikong as well." Xia Yuhui added before leaving. If he hadn't said so, Yang Taikong, who was not of the same surname, would probably not have had the chance to enter the council hall.

After Xia Guangchang left, Xia Yuhui also vanished without a trace, like a ghost.

Before long, he appeared in the family council hall. The hall was empty at the moment. Xia Yuhui sat leisurely in the main seat and brewed himself a pot of spiritual tea.

Before long, a person flew over at lightning speed and opened the door.

"Haha, you're finally back! I've been waiting for you so long!" With that, Xia Yuhua rushed to Xia Yuhui's side like a gust of wind, moved the pot of spiritual tea from Xia Yuhui's table to her own, and then took out the clan leader's token and the family's inherited spiritual sword, which symbolized the supreme status of the family, from her storage bag and placed them in front of Xia Yuhui.

The reason he rushed here in such a hurry was simply to hand over the reins of the family business.

Xia Yuhui also happily put the two treasures into his storage bag. "Yes, we're finally back. It's been seven or eight years since we last met. Our family now has three Foundation Establishment cultivators. This is truly a cause for celebration."

"Hehe, you've been at the Foundation Establishment stage for over a decade, while I've only been at it for a few years. How come there's such a huge gap between us? Back then, the older generation of the family praised me as being as handsome as Pan An, saying that I would definitely become an extraordinary immortal in the future. But now I'm not even as good-looking as you, the fifth brother. It really annoys me."

"Talent is like an elusive cloud, hard to grasp. But don't worry, as long as you practice diligently, you might have a chance to compete with me in the future," Xia Yuhui said with a slight smile.

"You bastard, sigh, well, I am truly ashamed of myself for not being as good as you, you old red devil. Your reputation is already legendary, spreading throughout the entire ancient kingdom. All forces, big and small, are in awe of you. I'm afraid I'll never be able to catch up with you in this lifetime."

Just as the two were joking with each other, another person walked in from outside the door. Upon seeing Xia Yuhui and Xia Yuhua, he immediately became as startled as a rabbit and said respectfully, "Yang Taikong greets the clan leader and the fifth elder!"

When Xia Yuhui saw Yang Taikong arrive, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a cheetah hunting its prey, and he sneered, "Yang Taikong, you really have brought me a 'surprise'. Do you still remember how I warned you that day?"

Before he finished speaking, he erupted like a volcano, unleashing a surge of killing intent that swept towards Yang Kongtai like a tidal wave.

Yang Taikong was enveloped by this terrifying killing intent, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. His back was instantly soaked with a bone-chilling cold sweat. His legs went weak, and he immediately knelt on one knee like a candle in the wind. He said tremblingly, "Reporting to the clan leader, it was Taikong who was trapped by his obsession and bewitched by demons that caused him to commit such a rebellious act. I beg the clan leader to punish me."

Yang Kongtai had already recalled Xia Yuhui's warning to him that day, but the allure of Foundation Establishment was like a deadly poison, how could he resist it? How could he give up this broad road to the Great Dao just because of a few threats?

If what Xia Yuhui said is true, that one must report to him when establishing one's foundation, then it is uncertain whether he can keep his foundation-building spiritual object.

But kneeling before this crimson old ghost, he felt a surge of regret. Among the many cultivators of the Xia family, he had always only feared this crimson old ghost.

Ever since he learned that Xia Yuhui had escaped death in the northern frontier, he has been unable to calm his mind even when meditating. As soon as he closes his eyes, Xia Yuhui's hideous and terrifying face appears in his mind.

"Alright! Then I'll teach you a lesson today!" Xia Yuhui waved his arm, and a small streak of crimson lightning appeared like an arrow released from a bow, striking Yang Taikong's abdomen with lightning speed.

Yang Taikong immediately collapsed to the ground like a scarecrow struck by a heavy hammer, his face contorted in agony, yet he dared not utter a sound.

Seeing the black charcoal already inside Yang Kongtai's stomach, Xia Yuhui coldly said, "From today onwards, your offerings for five years will be deducted, and you are not allowed to exchange any spiritual items from the contribution list during this period. This is just a small lesson. If you do it again, you know what the consequences will be. Take a seat!"

"Thank you for your mercy, Chieftain!" Yang Taikong took a deep breath. The outcome wasn't too severe, and he could only endure the excruciating pain as he stood up and bowed.

Xia Yuhui nodded and slowly sat down.

Meanwhile, a chair in the middle of the long table had been pulled out out of thin air.

Upon seeing this, Yang Taikong immediately sat down, but his head remained lowered, his face already wet with sweat, which continued to drip down.

At this moment, the crimson lightning had begun to burn his meridians and internal organs, causing him excruciating pain.