God Slayer Chronicles 9 3.3 Three Years Later

Yang Zi was incredibly happy at the moment, as recent events had unexpectedly gone his way. His cousin Yang Fu had gone off to some backwater to cultivate, leaving him in utter suspense for the past few months.

As time pa.s.sed though, he had become calmer. The fact that Yang Fu hadn't returned in seven months could only mean one thing – he'd failed.

It was a glorious moment for Yang Zi, for an eternity he had been jealous of his older cousin. Personally selected by Elder Lao, meeting a bride that's far more beautiful than all of his combined! The heavens were cruel, the only solace he could take was that his wife was barren. Alas though, his wife had finally given birth, to a boy no less.

It was as if a stake had been plunged into Yang Zi's heart, almost unable to accept it. The final blow had yet to come though; the righteous and honorable Yang Fu was about to make a breakthrough in his cultivation!

Yang Zi had quivered in his boots; he had been continuously receiving threats from the Dark Moon Sect, telling him unless he could secure the Yang Clan his line would be wiped out.

Although Yang Zi was in an internal conflict, and couldn't be called the most kind-hearted as men, he still cared deeply for his family. Especially his children, often would he gift them Spirit Fruits and Medical Pills, the thought of them exterminated shook him to his very core.

There was only one choice; he must secure the Yang Clan! For his children's sake, even if it means killing another's children with his own two hands.

"Enough!" One of the elders interrupted while slamming his fist onto the arm of his chair.

"We have delayed long enough, Yang Fu is obviously no longer around, and without a breakthrough into Coloured Star Realm, our Yang Clan has no defenses whatsoever! That measly Kuo Clan could finally come with an army and destroy us."

"Worst of all, we have no allies. The Azure Cloud Sect that we've allied with; that the ancestors helped co-found has abandoned us! We must elect Yang Zi to the patriarch position immediately. Otherwise, millennia of Yang Clan history shall be eradicated in a few days!" The grey-bearded elder shouted at the council, demanding a vote that they had put off for years now.

His words were moving and touched the heart of the entire council, the threat of their whole Clan disappearing was indeed a great motivator to discard Yang Fu, so that they may protect themselves.

Standing from his chair, the elder smiled, "Now I call for a vote, all those that wish to vote for life, and Yang Zi to become patriarch raise your hand."

The seven elders of the Yang Clan all looked at each other, sighing. They knew what had to be done for their survival. Some cursed that Yang Fu hadn't come back alive, or that the old patriarch had disappeared. Others relished at the moment and had been working for this day for too long.

Five of the seven elders raised their hands, which caused the grey-bearded one to smile. "It seems that the vote is conclusive, I would like to be the first to congratulate Patriarch Yang Zi on his ascension to the position of patriarch!"

Yang Zi took a humble bow, "Thank you, elders; I promise you I won't let down the faith you've placed in me. I just hope I'm worthy of your trust."