Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1612 - 993: I Am Only Here to Take Back What’s Mine!

The night at Illusion Moon Lake is immersed in the water.

The crescent moon has just climbed the peak of Moon Mountain, and the lake water has become a spread of ebony mirror, wrinkling the mountain’s reflection.

The flying eaves of Mirror Abyss Pavilion dip into the lake surface, candlelight leaking from the carved window lattice plummets into the water, breaking into specks of golden scales, swaying to the Moon Viewing Tower where the vermilion corridor columns sink three feet beneath the water, and the glaze lamps hanging underneath reflect the lake water in a shade of cyan blue, as if someone has submerged the crushed night sky deep into the lake.

Suddenly, a snow-white figure darts out from the reeds by the lake; it’s an Illusion Moon Fox. Its entire body is covered in white fur with a silvery halo akin to moonlight, and as its tail-tip sweeps over the blades of grass, it stirs a fine silver glow, strolling over to the water’s edge to drink. The lake surface immediately rises with a quivering moon shadow, even the fireflies circle around its ear-tips.

As night deepens, the sound of the bell from Moon Mountain spreads over the lake. Each sound causes the lake water to tremble slightly, droplets of water drip down the corridor columns of Moon Viewing Tower, the candlelight in Mirror Abyss Pavilion flickers thrice, even the stalactites in the cave at the lake bottom seem to pause. The Illusion Moon Fox raises its head to howl softly at the moon, its voice clear and astral like ice jade striking, before leaping into the bamboo forest, leaving only a trail of fading silver glow.

The entire Illusion Moon Sect seems steeped in this dream woven from water and moon.

Inside the cave at the lake bottom.

Yue E sits before a stone desk, her verdant fingers lightly brushing the Seven-stringed Ice Zither on the desk, the strings glimmering with frost color, her fingers seemingly imbued with crystalline moonlight.

She awoke long ago, just as Yang Zhenshan had anticipated, although she and Lin Daoyuan narrowly escaped death, their Divine Soul damaged, Sea of Consciousness impaired, hard to recover.

The two are still Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists, retaining considerable strength, but their spiritual path is completely shattered, with no possibility of further advancement.

Of course, compared to becoming puppets controlled by others, their current state is already fortune in misfortune.

Upon their return, they made no outrageous moves, tacitly accepting the current state of affairs in the Sea of Spirit.

Primarily because they understand that opposition would be futile.

Therefore, upon returning, both behaved very low-key; Yue E has been recuperating inside the cave at the lake bottom, not stepping out for several years.

Of course, now they no longer care about the situation in the Sea of Spirit but are instead more concerned with the predicament they face.

With their martial path shattered, how could they be resigned?

They have always desired to repair the damage to their Divine Soul and Sea of Consciousness, hoping to once again embark on the martial path.

The tinkling sound of the zither slowly resonates in the cave, accompanied by a soft, dark spiritual light filling the cave, a faint melancholic sentiment spreading with the zither music.

Yue E, eyes closed, tilts her head, her ebony cascading hair falling, verdant fingers brushing across the zither strings one by one.

Suddenly!

The zither music abruptly stops.

Yue E’s form pauses, then slowly raises her head, gazing toward the cave entrance.

No one knows when, but a figure has already appeared at the cave entrance.

An azure robe, silver hair draping the shoulder, complexion as rosy as vermilion, eyes bright as stars, left hand holding a half-old horsetail whisk, tail end jade tassel slightly curled, right hand gripping a Purple Bamboo Staff, staff head glistening with a warm sheen.

Upon seeing the visitor, Yue E’s icy eyes are instantly filled with intense resentment.

"You actually dare to come?" Her voice brims with coldness, ruthlessness, a chillingly lofty tone, mingled with a slight hint of bitterness.

Zhang Mo spoke calmly, "I merely came to reclaim my possession!"

Yue E’s gaze turns even colder.

What is Zhang Mo’s possession?

Naturally, it is this puppet of hers!

This is not humiliation but rather a mockery.

Clang~~

A resounding zither note suddenly rings out, a furious Yue E uttered no words, directly strumming the zither strings, releasing streaks of pale moon blades.

The pale blades formed in a continuous sheet, carrying an overwhelming determination to shred Zhang Mo to pieces.

"Heh, this is not a place for fighting!"

However, Zhang Mo’s silhouette vanished in an instant like a mirage.

Yue E rose gracefully, flying out from the lake bottom cave.

Bright moon overhead, indigo canopy shimmering with moonlight, scattered like crushed frost onto the lake surface.

Several figures have long been waiting above the lake surface: Duan Qiankun, Yang Shenwu, Zhang Xian, along with several Blood Puppets.

Zhang Mo looked down at the emerging Yue E, a trace of helpless emotion flickering in his eyes.

He too felt helpless!

After entering Sun Cave Heaven earlier, though he gained much, he also lost considerable power.

More than ten Ghost Soldiers were lost, leaving him only with Yang Shenwu and Zhang Xian as Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists.

Most Blood Puppets were lost, now leaving only a few usable ones at his disposal.

He had aimed to capture Old Ghost Tian Ye but failed, instead being tricked by Tian Ye, barely escaping from Sun Cave Heaven.

Moreover, both he and Duan Qiankun sustained severe injuries, taking them seven or eight years of recovery to fully heal.

Only now does he have the time to seek out Yue E and Lin Daoyuan.

Yue E and Lin Daoyuan are puppets under his control, he naturally won’t let them go easily.

Originally, he thought Yue E and Lin Daoyuan were dead or in Yang Zhenshan’s possession, never expecting their return, prompting him to try and seize them once again.

Yue E sees this group, her anger even harder to suppress.

Enemies meeting face to face, the rage is intensified!

These before her are enemies she wishes to tear apart thousands of times.

Clang clang clang~~

Zither music rises again, a deluge of blades raining down like a torrential storm.

The moonlight becomes richer, as if the bright moon on the dome has turned a few degrees brighter.

The tranquil lake surface explodes abruptly, the booming clash of True Yuan continues endlessly.

In an instant, the originally serene and warm Illusion Moon Sect is shattered, Yue Qing flies out of Mirror Abyss Pavilion, her eyes fixed on the battle above the lake surface.