Chapter 11: Frost Magic

  Ba Shu's body was charred black by the flames, emitting a faint smoke. Upon hearing Yang Fan's words, he hastily knelt down and knocked his head on the ground, begging for mercy:

  "Let me off, you young whippersnapper doesn't know the greatness of Mount Tai!"

  The other three thugs, even though they were beaten up by Yang Fan and on the verge of death, still begged for mercy as they lay on the ground.

  "Your Highness..."

  The two maids in the courtyard looked pale and frightened, seeing Yang Fan subdue these scoundrels with a lingering fear.

  Yang Fan was just about to speak when a gentle male voice suddenly came from behind him:

  "You're Yang Tian's son? Not bad, not bad..."

  At the sound, Yang Fan's expression changed greatly, and he turned around to take a look, only to find that in this courtyard, a middle-aged Confucian scholar had appeared silently.

  This middle-aged Confucian scholar is exceptionally handsome, holding a folding fan in his hand, with a warm and gentle expression, one can imagine how dashing he was when he was young.

  He had a smile on his face and was sizing up Yang Fan.

  "Who are you? How did you know my father's name?"

  Yang Fan asked subconsciously.

  Taking a closer look, Yang Fan immediately recognized the identity of this middle-aged Confucian scholar. He was none other than Mr. Xu who had appeared at today's "Ask Heaven Conference".

  Mr. Xu followed the young master of the Yang family from Kyoto to Yangjia Fortress, with an unfathomable strength.

  "Hehe, I'm Xu Li, you can call me Mr. Xu."

  Xu surname Confucius-born walked into the courtyard with his hands behind his back, slowly and leisurely, his eyes never leaving Yang Fan's face, and sighed softly: "Too similar..."

  Yang Fan's expression changed slightly, and he immediately became vigilant, thinking to himself: "This person is from the Yang family in Kyoto, and he also knows my father's name. Could it be that he is one of my father's enemies?"

  "May I ask Mr. Xu, what brings you here?"

  Yang Fan asked quietly.

  Mr. Xu smiled and said, "I came to visit the friend of an old acquaintance. As early as in Kyoto Yang's house, I had heard about the genius from the southern neighbor Yang family who appeared once in a hundred years... Unfortunately, things in the world are just so coincidental. When I arrived here, my worthy nephew encountered misfortune and the genius fell."

  "It turns out Mr. Xu was an old acquaintance of my father's, so did you come to Yangjiabao just to take a look at me?"

  Yang Fan's expression eased up, but he didn't let down his guard in his heart.

  "Hehe, of course not."

  Mr. Xu did not immediately answer Yang Fan's question, his eyes scanning the eight uncles kneeling on the ground and those thugs.

  "These few people are staying here and are of no use, why don't I help you solve this small trouble instead?"

  Mr. Xu smiled calmly and suddenly unfolded the folding fan in his hand.

  That folding fan unfolded, and a brilliant light burst forth. A powerful spiritual pressure descended, causing the entire detached palace to gasp for air.

  Yang Fan's mind was shaken, and he barely managed to hold on under this spiritual pressure.

  Hmph!

  The folding fan unfolded, and a piece of pale blue icy air burst out.

  For a moment, the temperature in the courtyard dropped several degrees, and several maidservants nearby were shivering with cold.

  Whoosh!

  Cyan like crystal ice misty flowers spent a few strokes of icy fog snakes, swept over the eight uncles and three or four people inside.

  Wow!

  After the blue light flashed by, four more "human-shaped ice popsicles" shrouded in blue frost appeared in the courtyard.

  Splish-splash!

  Mr. Xu put away the folding fan in his hand and smiled at Yang Fan with a smile.

  "This person's magic is really terrifying... The folding fan in his hand is at least a high-quality spiritual artifact!"

  Yang Fan was shocked and under Mr. Xu's smiling face, he felt a faint killing intent.

  The lowest level of the Dongsheng continent's magical artifacts is the "Artifact", a slightly higher level is the "Spiritual Artifact", and an even higher level is the authentic "Magical Treasure".

  Whether it is a magic tool, a spiritual tool, or a treasure, they are divided into: lower grade, middle grade, upper grade, and extreme grade.

  At a glance at the four human-shaped ice pops, Yang Fan took in a cold breath. He had already determined that the vital energy inside the bodies of the four people, including Eighth Uncle, had been completely frozen.

  Relying on the initial cultivation of Qi refining by Eighth Uncle, he could barely hold on for a few breaths. The other three thugs were instantly frozen to death.

  Under one sword, three or four people's lives were ended, and it was written off so lightly.

  What kind of strong is Mr. Xu after all?

  Yang Fan felt that his opponent's cultivation was probably even higher than that of his own master, Liu Changlao.

  The entire Yang family village, perhaps the only one who can rival him is the old ancestor of the Yang family who has been in seclusion.

  "Ah——"

  The two maidservants nearby were frightened out of their wits and fell to the ground with a thud.

  "Mr. Xu's icy magic is indeed the first person I have ever seen."

  Yang Fan let out a light breath and actually spoke his mind.

  In the vast Eastern Continent, there are countless countries, and also lands of barbarism and demonic beasts. The Fisherman's Country is just an inconspicuous small country, and to its south, the Yang Family is merely a negligible cultivation family. What Yang Fan has seen and heard so far is also extremely limited.

  "Xian nephew is too humble..." Mr. Xu looked straight at Yang Fan and asked in a calm tone: "How does my cultivation compare to your master's?"

  "This?" Yang Fan didn't expect that the other party would mention his own master, it seems that Mr. Xu might know Elder Liu.

  "If we're talking about actual strength, then my master is probably no match for you, sir."

  Yang Fan said calmly.

  Mr. Xü's faint smile was unmistakable: "Your master, Liu Wú Hén, why did he leave Yangjia Fortress before the 'Ask Heaven Meeting'?"

  "This......" Yang Fan didn't know how to respond.

  "Also, wasn't it your master who sealed your magical powers before the 'Heavenly Inquest Conference'?"

  Mr. Xu's eyes suddenly shot out a sharp light, and an invisible pressure came pressing in.

  Whoosh!

  In a flash of movement, Mr. Xu appeared in front of Yang Fan, stretched out one hand and placed it on his shoulder.

  Yang Fan's body stiffened, unable to move, and he felt a chill run down his spine as an icy power invaded his body.

  A moment later, Mr. Xu pushed Yang Fan away with one palm, and a hint of unusual color flashed in his eyes.

  "This is strange, looking at your empty body, could it be that you've really gone mad from exhaustion and lost your magical powers?"

  Mr. Xü was at a loss for what to do, he had thought it was Yang Fan's master, Liu Zhanglao, who had used his cunning to seal off his disciple's magical powers, but now that he looked at the situation again, it wasn't like that after all.

  Bang!

  The gate was kicked open, and a young man in white clothes rushed in, saying to Mr. Xu: "Sir, you'd better spare his life, three years later, I'll come back to Yangjia Village again, and meet the two brothers."

  Yang Fan glanced over and saw that this young man in white was none other than Yang Yu, the young master of the Yang family who had been acting recklessly on the "Qingtian Terrace" just a while ago.

  Yang Yu burst in, so domineering, and merely gave Yang Fan a cold glance.

  Mr. Xü smiled and said: "Yang Fan is the son of my old friend, how could I lay hands on him? On the other hand, why didn't you stay to watch the 'Southern Neighbor Yang Family' Qitian Conference?"

  "Hmph, a group of Qi Refining ants, what's there to say?"

  Yang Yu said with an arrogant face.

  Mr. Xü smiled as usual, not unexpectedly, glanced at Yang Fan opposite him and said: "In the future, if your father comes back, please greet him for me."

  Having said that, Mr. Xu gave Yang Yu a glance, and the two of them walked out of the courtyard.

  "Good-for-nothing, don't forget to attend the Tianwen Conference three years later. At that time, see how I will beat you two brothers into useless people at the same time."

  Before leaving, Yang Yu turned back and gave Yang Fan a cold glance.

  Yang Fan shrugged and walked into another yard, starting to pack his luggage.

  Mr. Xu and Yang Yu arrived at a remote corner of Yangjiabao.

  "Sir, how did you change your mind? Didn't you lay hands on this child?"

  Yang Yu couldn't help but ask.

  "If this child truly has great talent and potential, I would have abolished his magical powers to eliminate future troubles. But after checking just now, this kid indeed lost his magical powers, but not to the point of becoming a useless person. If he wants to recover his previous cultivation, I estimate that it will take at least over ten years."

  Mr. Xu said with a sigh.

  "Heh heh, ten years' time." Yang Yu smiled: "Three years later, I'll come to Yangjia Village again and cripple him once more."

  "It's no big deal if you fail once, but you'd better not ruin the plans of the master and the ancestors."

  Mr. Xu said coldly.

  (Wipe away, don't scold me for being a cruel master, continue voting for me!!!!)