Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1372: 877: My Heart Cannot Rest Until This Grudge Is Avenged!

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Previously on Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather...
Unrest grips the Sea of Spirit as news of the Qingli Dynasty's turmoil drives loose cultivators to flee there, heightening tensions among the Three Sects. Yang Zhenshan attends a high-level Illusion Moon Sect meeting, providing guidance on talisman making to Elder Liu Yue and agreeing to refine Illusion God Pills for Elder Yue Ming. He advises Supreme Elder Yue E against inaction, advocating alliances with the Nether Prison Sect, Hidden Sword Mountain, and others to counter the Yin Ghost Department, while proposing a joint Immortal Cultivator workshop in Anhu City.

Yue E thought for a brief moment, glanced at the group, and asked, “What are your thoughts?”

In her position as Sect Master, Yue Qing spoke first, “Master, Master Yang’s suggestion carries real value. We've been apart from Hidden Sword Mountain for three hundred years, and they must see the reality of today!”

“Exactly, provided those ancient elders of Hidden Sword Mountain haven't lost all sense, they'll grasp that cooperation benefits everyone at this juncture!” Yue Ming chimed in with agreement.

Yue Su kept a frosty look on her face, “Even should Hidden Sword Mountain refuse, it makes no difference. We can form an alliance with the Nether Prison Sect instead!”

Apprehension lingered toward Hidden Sword Mountain, given its long-standing desire to reclaim dominance over their three major sects.

Yet, amid threats and gains, they stood ready to unite with Hidden Sword Mountain against common foes.

All the elders shared their views, aligning largely on the core notion.

Having heard the collective input, Yue E gave a small nod, “I'll reach out to the Xuanqing Sect and the Wuxiang Sect. The details will hinge on their stances!”

With the gathering ended, Yang Zhenshan headed back to the Spirit Source Land.

As the proverb states, when the sky crumbles, the tallest bear the load; whatever befalls the Sea of Spirit lay beyond his domain.

Back at the Spirit Source Land, Yang Zhenshan first inspected Yang Cheng’an’s condition.

Following days of recovery, Yang Cheng’an’s wounds had largely mended, though his Primordial Qi suffered damage this time, demanding months for total restoration.

By comparison, Yang Jishan’s injuries proved more severe. The fire poison within him received initial treatment, but haste back then prevented full purging, leaving remnants that seeped into his bone marrow and resisted easy eradication.

Yang Zhenshan himself concocted a set of Second-Order Detoxification Pills for Yang Jishan and passed them along.

“Gratitude to you, Ancestor, for your efforts!” Yang Jishan took the Detoxification Pills from Yang Zhenshan, overwhelmed with thanks and delight.

Yang Zhenshan clapped his shoulder with a grin, “Simply recover properly in this time. Clear out the lingering poison, and then head to the Artifact Foundry!”

Yang Jishan had served loyally beside Yang Jizhen for more than ten years, enduring a harsh trial now, so rewards came naturally.

In Spirit Source Land, merits earned clear promotions and punishments. One like Yang Jishan could rise at least three ranks, from third-level steward straight to Vice Hall Master.

The Artifact Refining Hall in Spirit Source Land now featured numerous specialized workshops: the Artifact Foundry for crafting spiritual weapons like swords and spears, the Bow and Arrow Workshop dedicated to bows and arrows, and the Array Device Workshop centered on array instruments—small in size but research-driven.

Others included the Armor Workshop, Equipment Workshop, Boat and Car Workshop, and more.

Since erecting the Twelve Floors, Spirit Source Land’s divisions had grown finely tuned.

Personnel assignments now followed sharper lines of duty, maximizing each person’s strengths and fostering expert talents.

For example, armor specialists concentrated solely on armor forging. While not forging top-tier Artifact Refiners overall, it elevated their armor skills to exceptional heights, surpassing typical levels.

Yang Jishan shone in creating diverse weapons, prompting Yang Zhenshan to send him to the Artifact Foundry over other areas.

Parting from Yang Jishan, Yang Zhenshan and Yang Jizhen made their way back to the Spiritual Spring Mountain Plateau together.

“You’ve hit Qi Refining Eighth Layer in cultivation. From here on, stay home—no outings. Cultivate hard and aim to reach Foundation Establishment swiftly!” Yang Zhenshan instructed.

This year, Yang Jizhen turned forty, with over thirty years on the Immortal Path, evolving from a young novice to Qi Refining Eighth Layer.

Such cultivation speed sat at a steady middle ground.

In immortal cultivation, Foundation Establishment stands apart from Martial Artists forming Spirit Base or Golden Body; for Martial Artists, a stronger base proves ideal, and extra time poses no issue if vitality endures.

Yet for immortal cultivators, achieving Foundation Establishment as early as possible yields the best results; the sooner it's accomplished, the vaster the potential and room for future advancement.

Within White Cloud Immortal City, sixty years old marks a vital threshold for cultivators. Forming the Foundation prior to sixty hints at the possibility of reaching the Golden Core Realm, whereas doing so afterward renders the odds extremely low.

Admittedly, this rule isn't set in stone. Indeed, across the two millennia of White Cloud Immortal City's history, just a single White Cloud True Monarch has emerged.

Therefore, no matter the age, the path to the Golden Core Realm remains incredibly narrow.

“Ancestor, shall I go hunt for a Foundation Establishment Pill?” Yang Jizhen harbored his own intentions; to establish a Foundation demands a Foundation Establishment Pill, and given his Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivation now, preparations should begin.

Yang Zhenshan gazed at him with astonishment, “Foundation Establishment Pill? I've already got one ready for you, so what need is there to look elsewhere?”

“Prepared?” Yang Jizhen stood dumbfounded.

In truth, he had no idea Yang Zhenshan possessed a Foundation Establishment Pill. Back when Yang Zhenshan refined such pills, he was merely beginning his cultivation path and hadn't delved into Alchemy himself—he only knew Yang Zhenshan was capable of it, yet remained ignorant of the quantity produced.

As a result, he'd planned to gather resources for a Foundation Establishment Pill on his own; even without securing the Pill itself, he could amass herbs to aid Yang Zhenshan in refining one.

Yang Zhenshan laughed lightly, “It's not only yours; the Foundation Establishment Pills for your fellow disciples are all set too. Don't worry, we're plentifully stocked with Foundation Establishment Pills!”