Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1281 - 833: Refining You into a Ghost Soldier!

Yang Zhenshan parted his beak-shaped mouth and grumbled, "That also means several Foundation Establishment cultivators and Golden Body Realm martial artists... no, it’s over a dozen!"

"No, what exactly are they aiming to accomplish here?"

He suspected potential issues tied to Xuanzhen, but the sheer magnitude of the crisis had never crossed his mind.

A subtle grin crept across Xuanzhen’s features as he declared, "To stir up trouble and intensify the conflict between the Nether Prison Sect and the Three Sects of Lingxiu!"

"What’s their ultimate objective?"

"To harvest souls and forge the Blood Pool, thereby summoning Ghost Soldiers."

Yang Zhenshan found himself at a loss for words; just what kind of shadowy organization was this Unpredictable Ghost Sect?

After a brief pause, he muttered, "I must mull this over thoroughly. Damn it, had I realized you were tangled in such massive predicaments, I never would have sought you out!"

"Hehe~~" Xuanzhen let out a soft laugh, showing no irritation at Yang Zhenshan’s complaint; instead, an unusual wave of relief washed over him.

Whether Yang Zhenshan could truly assist remained uncertain, but merely voicing these burdens lightened his load to some degree.

"How should I reach you?"

Xuanzhen inquired.

Yang Zhenshan pondered briefly before replying, "Do you possess a Spirit Beast Bag?"

"Yes!"

"Place my soul crow inside the Spirit Beast Bag. Should you need to summon me, simply shatter the soul crow!" Yang Zhenshan explained.

The soul crow cannot fit into a Storage Bag, though it works fine in a Spirit Beast Bag.

Any harm to the soul crow will alert Yang Zhenshan right away.

"Alright!"

Xuanzhen agreed with a nod, promptly tucking the soul crow away in his Spirit Beast Bag as Yang Zhenshan pulled back his awareness.

Seated in his study, he mulled over the details of Xuanzhen’s plight.

From what Xuanzhen described, the Unpredictable Ghost Sect appeared to be a colossal powerhouse.

Yet the Unpredictable Ghost Sect’s presence felt shrouded in mystery; during his time in Lotus Heart Valley, Yang Zhenshan had never encountered word of any such sect.

Chances are, the Unpredictable Ghost Sect operates far from the Yunxiao Mountain Range.

Unpredictable Ghost Sect, Yin Ghost Department!

Xuanzhen hadn’t specified the Yin Ghost Department’s rank inside the Unpredictable Ghost Sect, but clearly, it doesn’t speak for the entire organization.

Therefore, the Unpredictable Ghost Sect undoubtedly harbors Golden Core cultivators.

Tangling with a group boasting Golden Core cultivators would be a foolish endeavor.

Still, Yang Zhenshan couldn’t simply abandon Xuanzhen to his fate.

Stroking his beard, Yang Zhenshan paced restlessly across the study floor.

With the Yin Ghost Department scheming to ignite war between the Nether Prison Sect and the Three Sects of Lingxiu, perhaps he ought to warn the Three Sects of Lingxiu?

At present, the Illusion Moon Sect allies with the Spirit Source Land, placing him and them in alignment, though he shares no bonds with the remaining sects.

Truth be told, he’d rather witness the Nether Prison Sect clashing with the Three Sects of Lingxiu, allowing the Spirit Source Land to thrive undisturbed in obscurity.

"No need to rush this affair; Xuanzhen faces no immediate peril, so haste in rescuing him isn’t required!"

"Regarding the Three Sects of Lingxiu and the Nether Prison Sect, let them clash once more!"

"Even absent the Unpredictable Ghost Sect’s covert meddling, the Nether Prison Sect would likely resume hostilities with the Three Sects of Lingxiu!"

The armistice agreement between the Three Sects of Lingxiu and the Nether Prison Sect demands shared control of the Ancient Relic Array, yet beyond the ore veins and Transmission Hall, the Ancient Array stands barren.

Upon inspection by the Nether Prison Sect’s envoys, dissatisfaction with the Three Sects of Lingxiu is bound to erupt.

Conflict between the factions seems inevitable, and with the Unpredictable Ghost Sect stoking the fires from the shadows, a fierce and bloody battle looms.

"Nether Prison Sect, Three Sects of Lingxiu, Hidden Sword Mountain, plus the enigmatic Unpredictable Ghost Sect—dealing with all these powers is enough to give anyone a splitting headache!"

"I should lay low for now!"

Firm in this resolve, Yang Zhenshan chose to declare his seclusion to the Illusion Moon Sect, given his current residence at their Moon Mountain.

Yet mere moments after his return from the Illusion Moon Sect, a jolt hit him—the soul crow had been crushed.

In the Quiet Chamber, Xuanzhen perched at his desk, eyeing the soul crow as it pieced itself back together with fascination.

"This spell proves remarkably useful."

He praised it.

"What do you require?" Yang Zhenshan’s awareness linked to the soul crow, assessing the leftover Soul Power. "This soul crow endures only three destructions before its Soul Power runs dry, so conserve it wisely!"

Just two hours had passed since their parting, and already Xuanzhen had summoned him anew.

"Uh, yes, there’s a matter!" Xuanzhen admitted with some embarrassment.

"Out with it?"

"Are you acquainted with the Lu family in Ancient County?"

"Somewhat acquainted!" Yang Zhenshan answered, eyeing him with curiosity.

"I need your aid in tracking down an individual. Roughly five years back, a Foundation Establishment cultivator proficient in Thunder Skill purged an evil ghost within Ancient County City. I’d appreciate your help in locating him." After a slight hesitation, Xuanzhen added, "It’s a request from Mo Xuanyu."

Yang Zhenshan’s face twisted into an odd expression.

"What’s the issue?" Xuanzhen shifted uneasily beneath the piercing black gaze of the crow.

"Unless I’m wrong, that individual you describe is none other than myself!" Yang Zhenshan stated bluntly.

"It’s you!" Xuanzhen exclaimed in astonishment.

He truly hadn’t anticipated that the one Mo Xuanyu sought would turn out to be Yang Zhenshan.

"Hold on, aren’t you an expert in Divine Soul Skill?"

Having witnessed the soul crow, he assumed Yang Zhenshan specialized solely in Divine Soul Skill.

Yang Zhenshan huffed irritably, "Thunder Skill, Divine Soul Skill—I’ve got some knowledge of each."

Then he pressed, "What does Mo Xuanyu seek from me?"

Xuanzhen gave a wry smile, "To transform you into a Ghost Soldier!"