Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1337 - 861: Only With Sufficient Strength Can You Decide Your Own Fate!
Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
Riding their swords through the air, the pair made it back to Immortal Fate Peak in an instant.
"Senior Brother, Yang Zhenshan is an alchemist!" Yun Xi blurted out suddenly.
"He might be!" Yun Xiao answered.
"His spiritual treasure is a pill furnace!" Yun Xi pointed out again.
"Pill furnace!" Yun Xiao froze in shock, coming to a halt as he spun toward Yun Xi.
"That’s a pill furnace, a spirit treasure-level pill furnace! Senior Brother!" Yun Xi exclaimed with thrill.
Yun Xiao knitted his brows, "You’re not planning to snatch his spiritual treasure, right?"
Yun Xi gave an eye roll, "Senior Brother, what’s on your mind? I’m saying Yang Zhenshan is an alchemist who owns a spirit treasure-level pill furnace. Senior Brother, do you see what this signifies?"
Robbing Yang Zhenshan of his spiritual treasure had briefly tempted her, though she lacked the power for it.
Were spiritual treasures so effortless to seize, Hidden Sword Mountain would have been demolished by throngs ages ago.
Yang Zhenshan chanced upon the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace; it hailed from an ancient relic array, while Hidden Sword Mountain—
Hidden Sword Mountain had long dominated the ancient relic array, scooping up the bulk of its treasures.
Believe Hidden Sword Mountain is short on spiritual treasures?
So why does nobody storm Hidden Sword Mountain to grab spiritual treasures?
The Sea of Spirit wants for the might to plunder Hidden Sword Mountain, but how about the cultivation clans of the Qingli Dynasty? The Yun Que Clan hidden away in the Yunxiao Mountain Range? Or White Cloud Immortal City boasting Golden Core Cultivators?
Are they powerless?
Far from it!
Everyone knows plundering spiritual treasures from Hidden Sword Mountain brings losses outweighing gains.
As the proverb states, spiritual treasures tempt greatly, yet few can truly master them.
"You mean!" Yun Xiao’s gaze sharpened with realization.
"Senior Brother, could he craft third-order elixirs?" Yun Xi’s expression overflowed with eager hope.
Third-order elixirs fuel Golden Core cultivators.
Yun Xiao caressed his beard in contemplation, "Hard to say. Brewing third-order elixirs demands profound alchemy arts beyond Foundation Establishment cultivators!"
"Even if third-order elixirs elude him, second-order top-grade elixirs may not!"
Yun Xi’s eyes lit up brightly, "Second-order top-grade—that suffices amply for us! Senior Brother, let’s ally with Yang!"
"That rests on his alchemy mastery. Should he hold only a spirit treasure pill furnace lacking true alchemy prowess, our dreams remain pipe dreams!" Yun Xiao declared.
Alchemy proves a grueling path to tread. The Three Sects of the Sea of Spirit possess vast immortal cultivation alchemy lineages, but across centuries, zero second-rank immortal alchemists have surfaced.
Causes vary, starting with scarce resources. While the Three Sects exalt martial artists and back immortal cultivators equally, that aid matches martial support.
It looks just, but cultivating martial alchemists vastly outpaces raising immortal cultivation alchemists.
Spirit Source Land’s reality shows it: second-rank martial alchemists abound, yet besides Yang Zhenshan, no second-rank immortal cultivation alchemists exist.
Zhang Hexuan dreams of second-rank alchemy, demanding at least thirty more years of labor and heaps of resources.
Beyond that, inheritance counts heavily; absent a second-rank alchemist’s mentorship, solo success is daunting.
Yang Zhenshan pioneered alone, yet overlook not the Golden Crow’s help; sans it, even Foundation Establishment Pills would’ve escaped him, much less alchemist rank.
The Golden Crow served as his guide, bestowing alchemy insights and fixing his flame mastery troubles.
Without such aid, Yang Zhenshan solo might fail at Foundation Establishment Pills for a century.
With no second-rank immortal cultivation alchemists in the Three Sects of the Sea of Spirit, producing one remains fiendishly tough.
"To probe Yang’s alchemy level, shall we consult the Illusion Moon Sect?" Yun Xi proposed.
Yun Xiao rubbed his beard while entering the pavilion.
"Spot on, I’ll seek Senior Jing Shui!"
Older by decades, Jing Shui counts as a fellow elder. Among Sea of Spirit’s scant Foundation Establishment cultivators, they share close ties.
...
Perched above the clouds, Lin Daoyuan gazed down at the thinning crowd with creased forehead.
Yang Zhenshan’s prior feats had proven Yue E correct—the Yang family hid deep secrets, mirroring Hidden Sword Mountain.
Probing those secrets lay beyond his purview.
The Golden Crow’s arrival made clear: crushing the Yang family was off the table.
Blazing inferno’s fierce heat pierced even the clouds; he could rival the Golden Crow perhaps, but Yang Zhenshan’s rampage might incinerate Xuanqing Sect.
"What a thorny issue!"
A headache plagued Lin Daoyuan; presently, he craved only ending the Yang family strife swiftly, ignoring their mysteries.
Xuanqing Sect teeters precariously; surface calm returned after Mo Xuanyu’s pullback in Sea of Spirit, but hidden threats fester.
Mo Xuanyu withdrew yet endures, necessitating watch for his resurgence.
Though Nether Prison Sect has halted clashes for now, uncertainty clouds whether they’ve dropped ambitions for Sea of Spirit.
Two decades past, Hidden Sword Mountain aided versus Nether Prison Sect, exacting steep payment. They yearn to reclaim Sea of Spirit rule.
Note well: Xuanqing Sect first challenged Hidden Sword Mountain among the Three Sects of the Sea of Spirit.
Xuanqing Sect ignited the revolt from Hidden Sword Mountain’s dominance, then methodically stripped their hold on Sea of Spirit.
In reclaiming Sea of Spirit, Hidden Sword Mountain would strike Xuanqing Sect first.
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South Garden Peak, disciples’ abode.
"Was that a Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivator? A Foundation Establishment Immortal Cultivator wields such might—even Elder Jiang treads carefully around him!"
"Hehe, did you catch Elder Wang’s pallid face, giggle~"
Returning from Qingyun Peak, Bai Yiyi and Li Qianqian walked along, Bai Yiyi animatedly recounting fresh events—now in wonder, now in merry laughter.
"Junior Sister Li, that’s the Yang family ancestor, undaunted by our Xuanqing Sect. Hehe, wedding into the Yang family promises boundless luck ahead!"
"Junior Sister Li, don’t overlook me once you soar, hehe—drag your senior sister into any perks!"
Bai Yiyi beamed, linking arms with Li Qianqian.
Worry clouded Li Qianqian’s features; Yang Zhenshan’s dominance stunned her, while the path forward loomed murky.
It sprang from her bond with Yang Qinting, yet developments had eclipsed the pair entirely.
What fate awaited her and Yang Qinting?
Now her fears encompassed not merely the Li family’s consent for her union with Yang Qinting, but the Yang family’s acceptance of her as his bride.
"Senior Sister, cut it out!" Li Qianqian uttered dispiritedly.
Bai Yiyi stared in confusion, "What’s bothering you?"
"Nothing much, just fretting!"
"Tsk, fret over what? Junior Brother Yang has you covered—no need for worry!"
"Eh, how so?"
"Because Junior Brother Yang cherishes you!"
"Families meddle though, and neither I nor he dictates our paths!" Li Qianqian countered.
Bai Yiyi struck a thoughtful pose briefly, "Fair point, but hold faith in Junior Brother Yang."
She grasped Li Qianqian’s qualms, yet offered scant aid beyond such words.
"Alas~~" Li Qianqian let out a profound sigh.
Faith in Yang Qinting she had, but clans rendered them impotent.
Clans’ opposition would relegate her and Yang Qinting to doomed paramours.
Such tales she’d heard aplenty, half-expecting her own, yet its swift, sudden strike left her adrift.
"Cultivate!"
"Only mighty strength seizes command of destiny!"
Li Qianqian’s face shed its anxiety, igniting instead with fervor for greater power.