Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1355 - 868: Taoist Palace’s 8 Divine Spells (2)
Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
"Sir, there’s news from Lotus Heart Valley!"
Right then, a Foundation Establishment Ghost Soldier stepped up behind Zhang Mo to deliver the report.
"What news?"
"Deacon Mo’s array appears to have been wrecked by somebody!"
Zhang Mo’s brows furrowed a bit, "Wrecked by somebody? Explain that."
"Currently, the array and Blood Pool are under the control of the Qingli Six Families. They’re sweeping away the leftover arrays and Blood Pool sludge! Deacon Mo has vanished too!"
Zhang Mo’s frown grew heavier.
"Have the Qingli Six Families uncovered Mo Xuanyu?"
His concern wasn’t for Mo Xuanyu himself; rather, he feared that Mo Xuanyu getting exposed might ruin his scheme to sneak into the Qingli Dynasty.
"We don’t know for certain yet!"
"Investigate immediately—we need to uncover exactly what happened!"
"Yes!"
The Ghost Soldier retreated, leaving Zhang Mo with his brows knitted tight. Even though Mo Xuanyu’s circumstances remained murky, they were bound to disrupt his scheme.
The revelation of the Blood Pool and Array by Mo Xuanyu would definitely put the Qingli Six Families on high alert.
He had intended to strike within the coming one or two years, yet now the operation faced delay.
Though his power vastly outstripped Mo Xuanyu’s, the Qingli Six Families were no weaklings, boasting over a dozen Foundation Establishment cultivators—including several at late-stage Foundation Establishment—who might even surpass him in strength.
Thus, utmost caution was essential in confronting the Qingli Six Families to prevent any sudden setback.
"This worthless trash!" Zhang Mo inwardly damned Mo Xuanyu.
...
Amid the northern peaks of Spirit Source Land.
Yang Zhenshan and Xuanzhen were completely unaware that Mo Xuanyu held Zhang Mo responsible, or that Zhang Mo was inwardly reviling Mo Xuanyu.
Following five days of refinement, Yang Zhenshan at last purged Mo Xuanyu’s Divine Soul Power from the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade and imprinted his own Divine Soul Power into it.
Having refined the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade, Yang Zhenshan grew even more disgusted by the item.
Filled with Yin Souls and Blood Evil Qi, the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade offered him zero advantages and could gradually erode his Divine Soul, possibly warping his thoughts.
Countless Yin Soul Restrictions lurked within the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade, hundreds in total, though most had lost their power—leaving just two Divine Soul Restrictions functional.
"It’s refined now—what’s my next step?" Yang Zhenshan transmitted to Xuanzhen from a distance.
"Simply erase the restrictions upon it!" Xuanzhen answered.
Yang Zhenshan detected the pair of restrictions in the Blood Jade but, unsure of which belonged to Xuanzhen, chose to eliminate both.
Whoever owned the other one could count themselves quite lucky.
Erasing the restrictions proved straightforward; Yang Zhenshan manipulated the Blood Jade to peel them off, and separated from it, they swiftly faded away.
As Yang Zhenshan purged the restrictions from the Blood Jade, deep in a secluded cave of the Yunxiao Mountain Range.
The Ghost Woman in the midst of cultivation abruptly snapped her eyes open. Though the cave lay in shadows, her gaze shone with exceptional brilliance.
"My Divine Soul Restriction got removed? Haha~~"
Wild and uninhibited laughter burst from her, resounding through the cramped cave.
Upon fleeing the Ancient Relic Array, she realized Mo Xuanyu hadn’t triggered her Divine Soul Restriction as punishment, so with hope in her heart, she concealed herself in the Yunxiao Mountain Range.
Her logic was straightforward. Armed with the Mystic Yin Soul Silence Scripture and Three Yin Weaving Net, her prospects gleamed brightly. Why stick with Mo Xuanyu? Better to seek seclusion and advance her cultivation to Foundation Establishment.
She remained hidden in the mountains for around a decade, while Mo Xuanyu, occupied with erecting the Evil Blood Killing Array, ignored her—a mere Qi Refinement cultivator not yet at Foundation Establishment, unworthy of his attention.
Yang Zhenshan’s removal of Xuanzhen’s Divine Soul Restriction coincidentally liberated hers too.
"Hahaha~~~ Now I can achieve Foundation Establishment! Haha~~"
The Ghost Woman’s boisterous laughter reverberated inside the cave.
Meanwhile, Xuanzhen sensed his Divine Soul grow lighter, like an unseen chain had vanished.
A sense of relief washed over Xuanzhen, as though a massive weight had lifted.
His sentiments mirrored the Ghost Woman’s closely; nobody enjoys domination or the threat of Divine Soul destruction hanging over them.
Yet his reactions stayed composed—no matter his inner joy, he kept it hidden.
After enduring over thirty years, freedom was his once more.
Xuanzhen drew near Yang Zhenshan, face grave, and uttered, "Thank you!"
Yang Zhenshan noticed his peculiar behavior yet responded nonchalantly, "We’ve been friends long enough; there’s no need for such formalities!"
"Haha~~" Xuanzhen burst into a booming laugh.
Yang Zhenshan's words about "old friends" touched Xuanzhen's heart once more.
Sometimes the notion of "friendship" felt utterly worthless, as though designed solely for treachery.
But at other moments, it proved immensely valuable, much like Xuanzhen now regarded Yang Zhenshan as the most treasured thing he had ever known.
"So, how do you plan to deal with this thing?"
Yang Zhenshan pulled back his Divine Soul Power from the Blood Jade and passed it over to Xuanzhen, eager to see his approach to the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade.
Xuanzhen seized the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade outright, a sheath of pure white crystalline light enveloping his palm; the moment it touched his skin, the Blood Evil Qi it released got fully contained inside, not a single wisp escaping.
"Weren’t you curious about my fortuitous encounter? Haha, today I’ll show you the greatest chance from my Taoist Palace!"
Proclaiming this boldly, he settled cross-legged atop a boulder, setting the Blood Jade right in front of himself.
"Heaven and earth naturally, filthy qi disperses, mysterious emptiness in the cave, dazzling grand origin, the eight directions awe-inspiring gods, make me natural, spiritual treasure talisman command, universally informing the nine heavens, Qianluo Dena, dwelling in the mysterious void, cutting demons and binding evil, saving countless people..."
His voice rang out like tolling ancient bells, the incantation echoing and vibrating across sky and land.
Yang Zhenshan sensed his Divine Soul quiver,
Golden runes then poured from Xuanzhen’s lips, spiraling about him before bursting into specks of brilliance, resembling a galaxy in fragments.
Next, a radiant golden wheel materialized behind his back, shining so intensely that unyielding rocks etched with designs and withered trees burst forth new shoots.
At last, with a sharp "swift!" the wheel converged onto his sword fingers, aimed straight at the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade ahead.
In that instant, vibrations hummed from his fingertips, golden sparkles circling Xuanzhen’s feet in a ring, as if the world itself attended, purging every impurity.
The Blood Evil Qi atop the Blood Jade dissolved like melting snow, transforming into strands of pale green vapor.
Yang Zhenshan observed those strands of vapor ascend, only to be drawn into Xuanzhen’s inhalation, disappearing completely.
Still, Xuanzhen pressed on. He tossed the cleansed Blood Jade back to Yang Zhenshan, soared into the air, and the incantation filled the world anew, thundering like gales sweeping through cloud layers.
The golden wheel reformed, its glow scattering far-off mountain fogs, prompting nearby trees to drop decayed foliage for fresh growth, while even stone-crack moss shimmered with a glassy sheen.
With a resounding crash, the wheel struck the heavens, unleashing myriad golden beams that draped the Daoist like a figure on a sacred dais, his robes fluttering wildly as if riding clouds skyward.
Yang Zhenshan stood utterly stunned!
What in the world was that?
Has this old Daoist achieved immortality ascension?
Naturally, true ascension was impossible; as the golden beams rained down, the distant three White Bone Pillars spewing Evil Qi began to groan and crack.
The Evil Qi evaporated, the White Bone Pillars crumbled apart, and threads of green vapor twisted toward Xuanzhen.
Xuanzhen parted his lips and sucked in deeply, pulling every bit of vapor straight into his belly in a flash.
Yang Zhenshan's brows knit faintly while staring at Xuanzhen, realizing the man's presence had grown much stronger, his cultivation advancing in dramatic surges.
"How was it?" Xuanzhen descended lightly, grinning as he inquired.
"What is this?"
"One of the Eight Great Divine Spells of the Taoist Palace, the Purify Heaven and Earth Divine Spell, can purify Evil Qi and Blood Evil Qi, saving thousands, redeeming thousands, pardoning thousands of ghosts!"
Yang Zhenshan's eyes expanded a bit; this Divine Spell seemed incredibly powerful.
Hold on?
Is this part of the Taoist Palace inheritance?
Doesn't the Taoist Palace possess only the Myriad Phenomena Skill?
Damn, this old Daoist is sly, hiding even from me!
