Invincible Bloodline

Yang Fann pondered for a moment before agreeing to help Stellar Saint. An ordinary senior elder of the Committee Of Elders, even though he was considered one of the higher ups in the upper echelons of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. He had the power to rule a region, but there was no need for Yang Fann to be afraid of him. In terms of identity, he was Sixth Young Master Of The Palaces. Only the Saints, Martial and Spiritual Holy Lord and Desolate Lansheng. The leader of the Committee Of Elders, Red Lotus Saint Mother, was even above the many Senior Elder of the Committee Of Elders. In terms of strength, he was comparable to the elders of the Committee Of Elders. The current him was definitely not any weaker than the Mid Early Half-step Saint Stage Senior Elder of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts. Fang Hong, whose cultivation base was lower than Peak Holy Lord's, couldn't be compared with him.    

In this way, he could be considered to have returned the favor of the Stellar Saint. Of course, the most important thing was that his younger cousin, Luo Jiahui, and his mother Luo Yun had spoken, especially his mother. As long as there was nothing she could do about it. Yang Fann would definitely try his best to satisfy Luo Yun's request.    

If his mother insisted, not to mention that Fang Hong was just an ordinary Holy Lord Stage senior elder, even that Half-step Saint Stage Senior Elder would have a fight with him.    

No matter where and what his cultivation base was, Luo Yun and Yang Yunfeng were the most important people in his heart, and no one could replace them.    

"Thank you, Your Highness, for your grace. . . " Stellar Saint hastily kowtowed and expressed their gratitude. Most of the despair and helplessness in their hearts were expelled in an instant. Given Yang Fann's status in Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, even the elders of Holy Lord would have to give him some face. This was the lord of the Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts's number one monster since ancient times. In the future, there was a high chance that he would be able to become a supreme saint.    

With His Royal Highness Yang Fan holding justice for his daughter, no matter how arrogant and despotic Fang Yi was, he wouldn't dare to push his daughter too far.    

Although his Xin-er was known as the number one proud daughter of Star Pattern Holy City, in the end, their Star Pattern Holy City was just an ordinary five-star holy city. There was no comparison between them and those high grade holy cities. If they were placed in those nine-star holy cities, they would probably only be an ordinary heaven's pride expert. There was nothing worth being proud of.    

And with Fang Yi's status, if he really wanted to have a daughter of Nine Stars Great Saint, it wouldn't be difficult at all.    

. . . . . . . .    

Four days passed in the blink of an eye.    

In the center of the Star Pattern Holy City, within the Star Pattern Sacred Palace, in a luxurious hall.    

Yang Fann casually sat at the back of the hall with a calm expression on his face. He didn't put Fang Yi, who was about to arrive, in his heart. Given his status in Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, as long as Fang Yi wasn't a brainless person, it was impossible for him to not give him face.    

As for the fact that Fang Yi had become the true disciple of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, it was impossible for him to be a brainless person.    

Although the senior elders were the absolute upper echelons of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, the rules of the Sacred Palace weren't something that could be easily violated.    

If he was really too incompetent, then even if he was the son of a senior elder, being able to have the status of a direct disciple was already his limit.    

. . .    

Beside Yang Fann, there were three girls surrounding him. You Nuo was Yang Fann's personal maid. Although You Nuo's current cultivation base could not keep up with Yang Fann's pace, Yang Fann was a nostalgic person. He did not replace her as his personal maid because of You Nuo's strength. To be honest, Yang Fann was also used to You Nuo's service.    

In the past few years, without You Nuo serving him, he felt that something was missing.    

As for the other two girls, they were Yang Fann's cousin Luo Jiahui and the younger sister Dongfang Xue. They knew that Yang Fann was going to teach that evil young master Fang Yi a lesson. Luo Jiahui and the other two girls came over to see how Yang Fann was going to teach that Fang Yi a lesson and vent the anger of their female compatriots.    

Yang Fann really had no way to deal with these two girls. Anyway, there was no danger. If they wanted to follow them, they would follow them.    

Actually, Xiao Lian also wanted to follow, but she was stopped by Lin Wanru in the end. Ever since that time when she pleaded for mercy and saved the ingrate, Third Princess and Ao Linger of White Dragon Empire, Lin Wanru seemed to have understood something. She became more cautious and cautious when facing Yang Fann, as if she was deeply afraid of angering him.    

Just like Manniu and Qin Hu, as Yang Fann's cultivation base and status kept increasing, the gap between them and Yang Fann kept widening. It was inevitable that they would feel inferior.    

After all, they were not Luo Jiahui, but Yang Fann's cousin. They had a bloodline bond with Yang Fann. Furthermore, not everyone could be like Luo Jiahui and Dongfang Xue. They were simple-minded and did not care about the changes in Yang Fan's identity. In their hearts, Yang Fann was their cousin (Little Junior Brother). There was nothing else.    

It was also this pure and unchanging love that made Yang Fann spoil the two girls the most among the few girls around him. It could even be said to be indulging.    

Apart from that, there was also a middle-aged man dressed in white who stood quietly behind Yang Fann like a loyal servant with his back hunched.    

Who could it be if it wasn't Lin Yi?    

Among the thirteen Great Saints, Yang Fann didn't bring anyone else. It wasn't hard to tell how much importance Yang Fann attached to Lin Yi. Because of this, Great Saint Yuan Ming and the others couldn't help but feel envious and jealous. Their intestines turned green with regret. Why did they think highly of themselves in the past? He couldn't let go of that face, or else. . . Perhaps the one who followed his master today was him.    

Of course, besides Yang Fann and his group, there were two other people in the hall.    

A man and a woman. They were none other than the Stellar Saint and his beloved female star, Wen Leixin.    

In the end, the two of them would be the main characters. How could they be excluded?    

It had to be said that this Star Pattern Leixin was worthy of being called the number one genius of Star Pattern Holy City, the number one beauty. Whether it was her talent or her looks, they were both the best of the best. She was around twenty years old. She had a tall figure and a pair of eyes. She had a stern and inviolable reserved and noble look. As one looked at her, one could tell that she had been in a high position for a long time and had developed an air of magnanimity.    

Her black hair was like a waterfall, her skin was like snow, and her aura was like an orchid. Her hands were like white jade, and her face was as beautiful as a sunflower. She was devastatingly beautiful. However, at this moment, at the corner of her eyes, there was a deep worry that could break one's heart.    

Even though she had found out about Yang Fann's identity from the Stellar Saint, she still lacked confidence. Although Yang Fann was Sixth Young Master Of The Palaces, Evil Thief was also the son of a grand elder, and his status wasn't much lower than Yang Fann's. Furthermore, Yang Fann was still too young. It hadn't been twenty years since he rose to power, and his foundation was limited.    

If that Evil Thief was determined to not give Yang Fann face, what could he do? Could it be that Yang Fann was willing to fight that Evil Thief for him at all costs?    

Regarding this, Xing Wen Leixin really did not have much confidence.    

Behind that evil young master stood a true Holy Lord.    

All the people in the world came for profits, and all the people in the world came for profits. Similarly, the word 'profit' was indispensable in the martial artist world. Obviously, there was nothing in their race that could move Yang Fann's heart. It was something that could make him not hesitate to offend a Holy Lord, and protect himself with all his might.    

Looking at their relationship, which could almost be ignored, it would be his limit to say a few words for them.    

Perhaps, this was his life!!!    

. . .    

Time slowly passed. Very soon, Another two hours passed.    

At this moment, not only Xing Wen and Leixin, but also the Stellar Saint also had a faint trace of uneasiness on their faces. Would Yang Fann really protect his own Xin-er with all his might?    

It was just like four days ago, when he was still unwilling to speak. If it wasn't for Xiao Tianfeng's urging, perhaps he wouldn't have been able to speak until the end of the banquet. The more critical the situation was, the more distracting thoughts in the Stellar Saint's mind became, and they started to worry about personal gains and losses.    

In the end, Yang Fann and the Star Pattern Clan. . . They didn't have any deep ties with each other, and they didn't have any blood relations with each other. In their shoes, it was because of a person who had almost nothing to do with them. He had provoked the son of a senior elder of Holy Palace Of Spiritual Martial Arts, and he asked himself if he was as great as he was now. He didn't tie them up and claim credit from the other party. It was all because of his kindness.    

At this moment. . . .    

An arrogant and domineering voice came from outside the hall. "Old Man Xing Wen, what are your considerations? Are you going to obediently let your daughter become my concubine or are you going to resist to the end and wait for me to annihilate your Xing Wen Clan before taking your daughter away?"    

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