Chapter 170 Charity Hall Crisis
The sky was high and the clouds were light, and Yang Ling was riding a hundred-foot-long black dragon across the sky.

The sky was clear blue with a few white clouds floating slowly, tearing the clouds into long white ribbons.

He stood tall and straight on the broad back of the hundred-foot-long black dragon, gazing expectantly at the towering Daluo Mountain in the distance.

As they approached, the outline of Daluo Mountain gradually became clear. The mountain was verdant and shrouded in clouds and mist, as if it was a bridge connecting heaven and earth.

As they got closer to Mount Daluo, Yang Ling's mood began to waver. He had been in the underworld for quite some time, and he hadn't seen his wife and children for more than two years.

The black dragon Ao Ming was also very excited at this moment.

This powerful dragon has been living a wandering life since he failed in his fight for the throne, and was finally forced to hide in the Forgotten River.

But ever since he became connected with Yang Ling, his fate has undergone a drastic change, and now he is about to step into the dojo of the saint of the human religion!
If our fellow tribesmen knew about this, they would be extremely envious and jealous.

As they approached, the hidden cave entrance rippled like water waves, automatically dispersing as they approached, as if welcoming their return.

After entering the Xuandu Cave, Yang Ling rode the black dragon straight to his own courtyard.

From a distance, he saw two familiar figures fighting beside the waterfall.

Those were his two sons, Yang Zhao and Yang Jian.

The twelve-year-old Yang Zhao was handsome and had an upright figure. There was already a hint of heroism between his brows, and it was obvious that the past two years had not been wasted.

The six-year-old Yang Jian looked like a porcelain doll with crystal-clear skin that emitted a faint glow. He looked extraordinary at first glance.

This was a sign that he had reached a certain level in his cultivation of the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong. His body was as translucent as jade, and his muscles and bones were strong and transparent. Although he was still young, his eyes revealed a determination that would not admit defeat.

Yang Ling did not rush to show up, but chose to watch quietly from a distance.

The two brothers were seen fighting back and forth. Both the Divine Elephant Prison-Suppressing Power and the Nine Revolutions Yuan Gong had the effect of tempering the body, so they already had strong physiques at a young age. Even Yang Jian could carry mountains and rush to the sea with his physical strength alone.

Under Yang Zhao's deliberate control, the two children used similar strength to compete with each other and hone their skills. The two forces collided continuously in the air, making a deafening roar.

The mist beside the waterfall was splashed everywhere by their magic power, and a rainbow was faintly visible in the mist.

"What a great pair of dolls!"

Black Dragon Ao Ming widened his eyes, staring intently at Yang Zhao and Yang Jian below, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why do I feel as if even I can't beat them?"

At this moment, Yang Zhao seemed to have noticed something. He suddenly turned his head and looked at Yang Ling in the distance, with a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Father!" Yang Zhao shouted loudly, his voice full of excitement.

When Yang Jian heard his brother's call, he quickly turned around, searching with his clear eyes. When he saw Yang Ling, a bright smile immediately bloomed on his little face.

"Father!" Yang Jian's voice was small but also full of joy.

Yang Ling jumped off the black dragon's back, strode towards his two sons, opened his arms, and hugged them tightly.

"master!"

The Black Dog Immortal rushed out from the distant woods like a black lightning, came quickly to the front, bowed his head and called out respectfully.

Yang Ling nodded, pointed at the black dragon Ao Ming beside him, and said to the Black Dog Immortal: "Take this black dragon to find the Flat-Horned Green Ox and learn the rules well.

If you are not honest, get out."

"Master, don't worry, I will definitely be honest!"

The black dragon Ao Ming quickly expressed his attitude, feeling uneasy and no longer as arrogant as before.

Soon, the dragon and the dog flew towards the depths of the forest together and disappeared from Yang Ling's sight.

Yang Ling returned home with his two sons.

Yunhua, who was in seclusion studying the way of the sword, seemed to sense his return and came out with little Yangchan to greet him.

Before going to the underworld, Yang Ling sent both mother and daughter to the Xuandu Cave Heaven because he was worried that they would be in danger if they stayed in Chaoge.

After not seeing each other for more than two years, little Yangchan has grown a lot, but Yunhua has not changed at all.

No, she has successfully passed the Golden Immortal Tribulation and entered the Golden Immortal Realm.

In addition, the divine power belonging to the God of Justice in her body was also completely stripped away and inherited by little Yang Chan.

In the evening, Yunhua cooked herself and prepared several of Yang Ling's favorite side dishes. The family sat around the table, eating and chatting, and did not go back to their rooms until very late.

The next morning, the sun shone through the mist, dyeing the earth golden. Yang Ling tidied up the courtyard a little, and then walked alone to the Bajing Palace.

The Bajing Palace is located on the top of a scenic mountain. There are gurgling water, singing birds and fragrant flowers between the palaces. The surrounding mountains seem to be covered with golden coats under the shining sun. Cranes fly in the clouds and the warm wind blows through the pine waves, making bursts of rustling sounds.

He stood in front of the palace, took a deep breath, and then said respectfully: "Disciple Yang Ling requests to see you."

The simple palace gate slowly opened, and a little Taoist boy came out rubbing his eyes. Seeing Yang Ling, he said happily: "So it's Brother who's back... The master said you can just go in directly."

Yang Ling nodded, took out two candied haws and handed them over, then quickly walked into the Bajing Palace.

I saw the white-haired and white-bearded Saint Taiqing sitting cross-legged on a cushion not far from the alchemy furnace. He was wearing a fishtail crown and a Bagua robe. He was holding a palm-leaf fan and gently fanning the fire. His face showed no joy or sadness.

Yang Ling bowed respectfully, "Disciple Yang Ling, greetings to the teacher."

The Great Purity Saint opened his eyes, his gaze was like the deep starry sky, he waved his hand, signaling Yang Ling not to be polite. "You did a great job this time." The Great Purity Saint's voice was calm and deep, "Promoting the fusion of heaven and earth, as well as your various reforms in the underworld, are all good deeds that benefit countless sentient beings."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling quickly said modestly: "Everything I have done was done under the guidance of the teacher. Without the guidance of the teacher, how could I have accomplished this?"

After hearing this, the Saint Taiqing smiled and said, "I am very pleased that you have such a heart. But you don't have to be too modest. You can accomplish this because of your own efforts and understanding."

Yang Ling felt a warm current in his heart when he heard the praise from Saint Taiqing, but he knew that he still had a long way to go and many things to do.

"Teacher, I have something to ask you when I come back this time."

Yang Ling recounted in detail how he obtained the Hongmeng Purple Qi, then looked at the Great Purity Saint and said, "Thank you, Teacher, for suppressing the Styx Cult Leader. Otherwise, I would have been eaten alive by those Quasi-Saints."

Having said this, he paused slightly, and then his mind moved, and a ray of primordial purple energy emerged from his soul and turned into a small purple cloud that quietly floated above his head.

He looked at the Great Purity Saint and asked seriously, "Teacher, what do you think we should do with this Hongmeng Purple Qi?"

Saint Taiqing looked at the purple cloud above Yang Ling's head, a trace of approval flashed in his eyes, and he smiled and said: "This Hongmeng purple energy is an opportunity you have obtained. It is natural for you to deal with it yourself. You don't need to ask your master."

Yang Ling smiled bitterly and said, "Disciple naturally understands that this is a great opportunity, but when I was in the underworld, I tried to refine this primordial purple energy, but there was no reaction at all."

The Saint Taiqing smiled and shook his head: "That's because your realm is too low. This Hongmeng Purple Qi is the most mysterious thing in the world. How can you easily comprehend its mystery?
Even if you have amazing comprehension, you have to be at least a Daluo Jinxian to have this possibility."

Yang Ling couldn't help feeling a little disappointed when he heard this.

He has not even achieved the Taiyi Dao Fruit yet, and it is unknown when he will have to wait to achieve the Daluo Dao Fruit.

Seeing this, the Great Purity Saint said, "You don't have to be discouraged. Although you can't refine the Hongmeng Purple Qi now, this Hongmeng Purple Qi itself is a supreme treasure. You can store it in your Yuanshen first and carry it with the clouds of merit and virtue. When you comprehend the Great Dao, you can achieve twice the result with half the effort."

When Yang Ling heard this, he was immediately delighted. It turned out that this Hongmeng Purple Qi could help people attain enlightenment, but it required a large amount of merit to activate it.

He nodded quickly and said, "Thank you for your guidance, teacher."

After saying this, he took the purple auspicious cloud back into his body and carefully stored it deep in his soul, allowing it to enter his own auspicious cloud of merit.

Saint Taiqing nodded, "Well, now that you are back, take a good rest for a while. You still have a lot of things to do next."

Upon hearing this, Yang Ling understood what Saint Taiqing meant, so he bowed respectfully and left.

He stayed in Xuandu Cave for about a month and then set off for Chaoge.

Traveling with him were Yunhua and Yang Chan, mother and daughter. As for the two brothers Yang Zhao and Yang Jian, they were still left in Xuandu Cave to continue their practice.

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Morning song
Jiang Ziya frowned, and the letter in his hand seemed so heavy that it could bend his back. The atmosphere in the house was solemn, and even the crane, which was the most lively in the past, stood quietly by, as if it could feel the owner's worry.

He gently put the letter down, leaned his hands on the desk, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself.

This was the tenth report he had received this month, and without exception, all of it was about the disappearance of children from charity organizations in the southeastern coastal areas.

Each of these missing children was a homeless orphan. They were taken in by the charity run by Yang Ling and were able to survive.

Now the disappearance of these children has attracted the attention of many people, and there are even rumors that there is something fishy in the charity run by the Yang family business.

In order to find out the truth, he has sent many people from the Yang Company to investigate, and even went to the southeast area to investigate in person, but still found nothing.

Those children seemed to have disappeared out of thin air, leaving no trace.

In desperation, he had to return to Chaoge and think of another solution.

But as soon as he came back, news about his missing child came flooding in again like snowflakes.

Jiang Ziya turned and walked to the window, pushed it open, and let the fresh air and sunshine dispel the haze in the room.

Just as he was lost in thought, he heard hurried footsteps and the owner of Yang's business ran in hurriedly.

"Mr. Jiang, something big is happening!"

There was a hint of panic in the shopkeeper's voice.

Jiang Ziya turned around, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, "Speak!"

The shopkeeper panted and handed a letter he had just received to Jiang Ziya, "There's news from Jingshui Pass, saying that all the children in the charity hall there disappeared overnight.

But this time, the head of the charity said he saw a huge black shadow, as fast as lightning, taking the children away. "

Jiang Ziya took the letter and frowned.

A huge black shadow?
Could it be that there really is a monster causing trouble?

But why did this monster have to attack children and roam around more than a dozen cities, specifically harming their charity?
At this moment, a faint mist condensed in the center of the room and gradually formed the figure of Yang Ling.

He appeared without a sound, as if he had stepped out of thin air, with a calm demeanor.

When Jiang Ziya saw Yang Ling, he felt like he had grabbed a life-saving straw, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes.

"Brother, you are finally back."

(End of this chapter)