Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1330 - 858: The Greater the Secret, the Greater the Danger

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Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
Chu Lingxiao learned the immense resource demands of the Wood Transformation Nourishing Body Skill, requiring 108,000 spiritual fruits of the same root and source, far beyond Xuanqing Sect's willingness to provide. Alarmed by the extravagance, she pondered agreeing to a certain arrangement despite potential troubles from the Wang family. Lin Daoyuan left the decision to her and headed to the Illusion Moon Sect to uncover the mysteries of the Yang family.

Right now, Yang Zhenshan had no clue that Lin Daoyuan had already set his gaze on the Yang family, and even if he found out, it wouldn't faze him at all.

His respect for Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists paled in comparison to that for Golden Core Cultivators. No matter their strength, Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists remained nothing more than Martial Artists. Though they wielded techniques akin to those of Immortal Cultivators, their capabilities topped out at the level of Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

Golden Core Cultivators, on the other hand, were true powerhouses, commanding Divine Skills, striding through the Void, and even peering into Grotto Heavens.

Thus, Yang Zhenshan approached Golden Core Cultivators with great caution, while merely showing some deference to Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists.

Having heard the full story from Yang Qinting, Yang Zhenshan headed to Green Jade City to await Yu Qingyi's arrival.

Yu Qingyi had ventured to the Xuanqing Sect by herself, leaving Yang Zhenshan deeply concerned, yet she made it back without incident.

"How did it go?" Yang Zhenshan inquired.

"She said she needs some time to think it over!" Yu Qingyi settled into the grandmaster chair, took the tea from Yang Zhenshan, and gave a smile.

This spot was the Guest Hall of the Xuanqing Sect in Green Jade City. Even on Xuanqing Sect turf, Yang Zhenshan felt no fear of spies or onlookers.

"Think it over!" Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard. "Looks like she's tempted!"

Yu Qingyi murmured softly, "I sense trouble ahead. As I departed the Xuanqing Sect, I felt eyes tracking me!"

"Mere Wang family lackeys, nothing to fret over. They've got watchers lurking outside too!" Yang Zhenshan nodded toward the area beyond the Guest Hall.

The Wang family surely wouldn't stay silent at such a juncture.

Their dispatched men had vanished for a full day and night, and anyone sharp would suspect foul play.

Since Yu Qingyi made no secret of visiting Chu Lingxiao, it was no surprise the Wang family got wind of it.

"What move do you reckon the Wang family will make next?" Yu Qingyi questioned.

Yang Zhenshan let out a chuckle, "Don't wonder what they'll do—instead, think about our next step!"

Yu Qingyi batted her sparkling eyes at him, "And what will you do?"

What do you mean by 'we'?

Heh, it's obviously just you!

Yang Zhenshan chuckled, "Chengye's rounded up the crew already; tomorrow, we head to the Xuanqing Sect for some reckoning!"

Before the Yang family could bring Li Qianqian home, they had to settle the score with the Wang family.

Not by wiping them out, but by drilling into their heads that the Yang family wasn't theirs to toy with.

Otherwise, Yang Qinting and Li Qianqian couldn't safely stay in the Xuanqing Sect.

Yang Qinting had no plans to abandon the Xuanqing Sect; such an act would smack of sect betrayal, which the Sect forbade.

Disciples of the Xuanqing Sect aren't barred from departing entirely, but the Sect can boot them out, while disciples can't just walk away on their own.

Outer Sect disciples have it simpler; if they fail to hit Innate by forty, they can opt to leave or serve as Outer Sect stewards post-breakthrough.

Inner Sect disciples rarely get permission to go. Even building a life outside counts as repping the Sect externally, complete with yearly duties.

So, even back with the Yang family, Yang Qinting and Li Qianqian would remain Xuanqing Sect disciples.

"Won't this rile up the Xuanqing Sect?" Yu Qingyi fretted.

Yang Zhenshan gave a slight headshake, "Nah, they won't kick up a storm right now!"

In contrast to the Xuanqing Sect, forces in the Spirit Source Land lag far behind, lacking a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist to match Lin Daoyuan.

Yet the Xuanqing Sect harbors its own headaches, like the Nether Prison Sect, Unpredictable Ghost Sect, and Hidden Sword Mountain—troubles aplenty.

At present, the Xuanqing Sect craves stability in the Sea of Spirit. Crushing a clan is simple for them, but they require a solid pretext.

"As long as you're sure of your plan!" Yu Qingyi beamed.

Yang Zhenshan grinned widely, "How about we step out for a wander? Feels like ages since our last shopping trip!"

"Love that idea. I've been itching for a stroll since returning!" Yu Qingyi's eyes curved joyfully, her face alight with happiness.

Hand in hand, the pair exited the Xuanqing Sect's Guest Hall and began exploring Green Jade City.

Green Jade City belongs to the Xuanqing Sect, teeming with kin of its elders and stewards—like the Wang and Li families, who run plenty of ventures there.

As the prime hub under Xuanqing Sect rule, Green Jade City buzzes with energy, boasting endless shops stocked with every imaginable good.

Plus, its martial cultivator workshop stands as the grandest in the Sea of Spirit, offering all sorts of Spirit Pills, spiritual weapons, Spirit Fruits, Spiritual Medicines, and bizarre rarities.

Rarely exposed to such a vibrant metropolis, Yu Qingyi brimmed with excitement, pulling Yang Zhenshan from stall to stall.

While Yang Zhenshan and Yu Qingyi shopped leisurely, Lin Daoyuan reached the Illusion Moon Sect.

Deep beneath Illusion Moon Lake lay an underwater cavern.

Yue E remained clad in snow-white robes, her hair cascading like clouds.

"I never thought you'd have the guts to show up here!" Yue E positioned herself before the glazed water curtain, staring at Lin Daoyuan with a blank expression.

Lin Daoyuan admired the wondrous underwater vista past the water curtain, a subtle smile playing on his lips as he replied, "I owe you nothing!"

"True enough, you don't owe me—but your master certainly does!"