Celestial Refining Divine Scripture

Yang Family!

Xu Yang’s gaze turned instantly icy, staring coldly at Yang Yu as he said, "Are you watching me or the five major factions?"

"Both... both of them."

Yang Yu kept shivering, his forehead drenched in sweat.

"Those assassins, are they connected to your Yang Family?"

"I don’t know, I honestly don’t know."

"Even if there is a connection, they wouldn’t let me know."

"The only order I got was to keep an eye on you guys."

"I really don’t know anything else."

...

"Doesn’t seem like we’ll get much out of him, I’ve already let him have a taste of some pills." The eldest brother shook his head, somewhat disappointed.

When Yang Yu heard the word ’pill’, he started trembling as if he’d seen a ghost, fear pouring out of his eyes.

Xu Yang and Yi Que exchanged glances, their lips twitching in amusement.

The eldest brother’s methods, he hadn’t witnessed them personally, but just the things Yi Que had described were enough to let his imagination run wild.

This guy ended up in eldest brother’s hands—could only call it rotten luck.

"Since the other side dared to pull this off and make so much noise, they must be prepared. Controlling the Primordial Spirit, leaving no trace—it’s not likely we’ll find any evidence."

Xu Yang sighed, his eyes flashing cold as he said, "Since that’s the case, I don’t need to think too hard. Whether or not it’s the Yang Family, they’re still taking the fall for this."

"Junior brother, how do you plan to handle it?"

The eldest brother sat up straight, clearly intrigued.

"Cough, cough. Eldest brother, don’t go overboard," Yi Que said, coughing dryly, quickly giving a warning.

Seeing eldest brother’s eyes light up, Xu Yang could only give a wry smile.

"No way to go big with it for now—can only mess with the Yang Family in small ways."

"The trade fair’s coming up, isn’t it? Let’s make sure the Yang Family walks away empty-handed this time."

Xu Yang grinned widely.

"That’s actually pretty good. The Four Spirits Town trade fair draws in huge crowds of cultivators from the surrounding area; the harvest from a single event is almost equal to the Yang Family’s yearly income outside. If they leave empty-handed, I bet it’ll make them spit blood."

"But how exactly are we going to do it?"

Yi Que was getting interested too.

In the minds of all three, when it came to the assassins—even if it wasn’t the Yang Family, it was the Yang Family.

Xu Yang pondered for a bit, then his eyes sparkled.

"Second brother, eldest brother, I’ll need the two of you to help with this."

"Here’s the plan..."

Lying on the ground, Yang Yu listened as the three discussed openly, his face growing more and more lifeless.

At a certain moment—

Xu Yang flicked his sleeve.

Yang Yu shuddered all over, eyes rolling wide, suddenly collapsing limply to the ground, his Primordial Spirit shattered.

...

Seven days to go before the trade fair begins.

The number of cultivators in Four Spirits Town had suddenly swelled.

It was routine by now.

The six major factions all have Golden Immortals guarding them. Plus, a few noble families and sects—even if they don’t have a Golden Immortal in charge, at least several Peak Celestial Immortals. Backed by Black Fire Immortal Mountain, they’re a major force in North Province.

So many powers coming together for a trade fair means piles of good stuff—no doubt it’s massively attractive.

Every trade fair draws great numbers of cultivators from all over.

Especially a critical segment of the fair: treasure gambling.

Tens, even hundreds of treasures—some good, some bad—all sealed, impossible to peek inside or discern. Entry only costs a small amount of Immortal Crystals.

Pick at random. Whether you get something good or lousy comes down to pure luck.

At least, in past years, the major factions kept it pretty fair—even third-tier treasures occasionally popped up.

This segment? The most enticing.

Xu Yang walked alone through the streets of Four Spirits Town, noticing how much busier they were and feeling quietly startled.

There were still seven days, yet the surge of cultivators was evident. He could imagine how packed it’d be on trade fair day.

The six big factions make bank from this event every time.

Especially with Black Fire Immortal Mountain nearby as holy ground—the safety level was high enough.

Thinking of this, Xu Yang’s lips curled slightly.

"Yang Family, you’re in for a surprise from me this time."

Four straight days—

The town was smooth and peaceful, though each day grew more lively.

So many outsiders—all here for the fair.

The six big powers were in full promo mode, sending extra staff to maintain order.

Add in the intimidation of Black Fire Immortal Mountain, and barely anyone dared cause trouble.

Xu Yang would wander out for a stroll every now and then.

Today, he walked near the Yang Family’s Treasure Pavilion, gave it a long look, then headed into the market area.

"Heard the news? The Yang Family are scammers—their Pavilion forces you to buy stuff, and it’s all fake."

"That’s not even the worst—they secretly hunt down cultivators who’ve bought from them."

"Seriously?"

"Would I lie to you? The rumor’s all over, and there’s a Recording Pearl to prove it!"

"A few people died just outside town recently—bet it was the Yang Family."

"Tsk, the Yang Family is ruthless."

...

Hearing a few nearby cultivators muttering as they passed, Xu Yang smiled faintly.

It had begun.

For the past few days, Yi Que and eldest brother were nowhere to be seen—they’d been pulling strings in the shadows.

They started with the Recording Pearl from when Xu Yang was nearly forced into a dodgy deal by Yang Long, editing out Xu Yang’s features, and spreading it far and wide.

On this point, not even the Yang Family could deny it—there’s nothing for them to refute.

But that wasn’t enough!

The commotion from trailing the assassins a few days ago was tweaked—turned into a story of the Yang Family secretly hunting buyers from their Treasure Pavilion.

As word got around, the other five powers instantly realized it was Xu Yang’s handiwork.

If the Yang Family takes a hit at the trade fair—who benefits?

So, without Xu Yang saying a word, the five major factions fanned the flames, and soon more and more dirt surfaced.

You think none of them have ever done shady stuff?

Which family hasn’t played dirty?

But right now the Yang Family’s up on the public spit, roasting.

With the five factions working together, some of the stories are solid black-and-white evidence—the Yang Family’s denials are useless.

"This is only the beginning."

"The real show is on the last day."

Xu Yang glanced back at the Yang Family Treasure Pavilion, his eyes particularly chilling.

Suddenly, a commotion rose from deep within the market.

"Hmm?"

Xu Yang raised an eyebrow, curious, and strolled over slowly.

"They’re fighting, they’re fighting!"

"You guys are way out of line. Where was I wrong? Yang Family are a bunch of scammers!"

"Ah~~~"

"Damn it, you dare slander my Yang Family? You must have a death wish."

"Hit him—beat him to a pulp!"

...

"Whoa, are those Yang Family guys? They’re going all out."

"What’s happening?"

"Those two were talking about the Yang Family. When they got overheard, the other side just started swinging."

"Yang Family is way too arrogant. Where’s the Guard Squad?"

"Even if they show up, they might not dare interfere. Do you know who that is?"

"That’s the Yang Family’s second young master, Yang Xiao!"

"Yang Xiao? Didn’t he go off to Black Fire Immortal Mountain? He’s here now?"

"That guy’s a notorious troublemaker. Those two are doomed."

...

"Yang Xiao!"

Xu Yang narrowed his eyes, more than a little surprised—this bastard showed up too.

"Make way—everyone move!"

"The Guard Squad is here."

"What’s going on here? All of you, stop! Fighting is forbidden inside Four Spirits Town!"

"Whoa, that’s Yang Xiao."

...