Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1312 - 850: If I Don’t Kill Him, My Dao Heart Will Not Be Steady!

Once known as Divine Wood Island, the Divine Wood Sect earned its present name.

Legends abound among the common folk. Tales persist that a martial arts holy land hides behind the Divine Wood Sect, offering cultivation techniques beyond the Innate Realm to those who enter.

This rumor spreads far, not just in the Da’an Dynasty but across the Ten Thousand Miles Sea Domain and the Galuo Sea.

Numerous Innate Martial Artists risk everything, sneaking onto Divine Wood Island or storming the Divine Wood Sect in pursuit of those cultivation techniques.

Their ends are predictable—they all ended up tossed into the ocean to become fish food.

Yet these stories hold some truth. Though few from the Spirit Source Land return to the Da’an Dynasty lately, exceptions exist.

Within the Da’an Dynasty, martial artists from the Spirit Source Land maintain a presence. Originating from the dynasty with deep connections, some even have family residing there.

Trained strictly, they cannot reveal Spirit Source Land secrets, but accidental slips fuel endless speculation.

Through years of such whispers, the Spirit Source Land transformed into the famed martial arts holy land.

Li Changcun chose this place for his family precisely because he trusts those legends.

A scholarly lineage offers much, yet it falls short of a martial family’s might.

Vast riches, lofty ranks, supreme power—all dim before an Innate Martial Artist’s sixty extra years of life.

Li Changcun harbors no dreams for himself anymore, but his grandchildren ignite his grand ambitions.

"This is the martial arts holy land!" Li Yunxiao declared firmly.

Li Changcun offered no denial, having witnessed marvels: steeds and carriages aloft in flight, Innate Martial Artists gliding through the heavens, enigmatic talismanic arrays beyond his grasp yet undeniably profound.

"Since that’s how it stands, let’s establish ourselves here in peace!"

"Yunxiao, venture outside and scout the surroundings to get acquainted!"

"Daughter-in-law, watch over Ning’er and An’er closely; our future rests on their triumphs!"

His son drew growing irritation from Li Changcun.

Yet his daughter-in-law earned his full approval.

The grandchildren’s promise stemmed from her fine guidance.

"Father, rest assured, I’ll care well for Ning’er and An’er!" replied Li’s daughter-in-law.

Flanking their family’s daughter-in-law, Li Janning and Li Jian’an trailed with puzzled expressions.

…

Three days passed before Yang Chengyi returned to the Li family, escorting sisters Li Janning and Li Jian’an away.

He led the young girls first to the Clan Hall, where attendants were assigned to them for daily care and partial schooling.

Next, Yang Chengyi brought them back to the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau, bypassing Yang Zhenshan this time to settle in the Quiet Chamber on its western edge.

Adjoining snowy peaks, the western flank of the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau features quaint courtyards crafted for Yang Zhenshan’s disciples.

As disciples mature, constant proximity to master and mistress becomes impractical, so Yang Zhenshan erected hillside abodes granting independence without disrupting his and Yu Qingyi’s serenity.

In the Quiet Chamber, Qingxia gazed at the charming little girls, her eyes curving with delight.

"Kids bring joy in their youth; grown-up ones lose that charm!"

She knelt before them, pinching a chubby cheek here, tousling soft hair there.

A striking young man stood nearby, rolling his eyes at her words.

"Senior sister, these junior sisters aren’t your toys!"

Yang Zhenshan’s disciple Zhang Hexuan bore that name.

Early on the mountain, he endured Qingxia’s playful pinches, but maturity spared him further.

"Scram, I’m chatting with the junior sisters—what’s a brat like you butting in for!" Qingxia pretended to scold.

Zhang Hexuan sulked silently, eyes fixed longingly on the girls, eager to tease them himself.

"Senior sister, will we reside here ongoing?" Li Janning inquired.

"Indeed, shall senior sister look after you both?" Qingxia replied softly.

"May our mother join us here too?"

"No, this cultivation haven bars your mother’s entry!"

"Oh, then we’ll remain with senior sister!" Li Janning sensed Qingxia’s warmth and kindness, drawing naturally near.

Qingxia beamed with maternal affection at that. "Good, senior sister will stay here with you from now on!"

Zhang Hexuan’s face fell, senior sister’s presence dashing his hopes to frolic with the juniors.

Qingxia arranged their sleeping quarters, outfitted the Quiet Chamber necessities, and readied brushes, ink, paper, inkstones.

Like faithful shadows, the girls stuck to Qingxia’s heels, delighting her endlessly.

"Senior sister, is our master stern?"

"Not at all! Master won’t be harsh with you!"

"But Ning’er’s prior teacher was severe, even smacking Ning’er’s hands sometimes!"

"Really!" Qingxia pondered briefly, recalling Yang Zhenshan’s old ways of corporal discipline, now rare. "Master won’t strike you, yet cultivate diligently and avoid provoking him!"