Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1614 - 994: Dual Cultivation of Immortality and Martial Arts

"Where is Yang Zhenshan!"

Jing Shui’s gaze swept around, feeling puzzled for not finding Yang Zhenshan’s figure.

His memory was still stuck before his closed-door cultivation, knowing nothing about the events of the past decades.

In his impression, Yang Zhenshan should be a Guest Elder of the Illusion Moon Sect and should be helping them in battle at this moment.

Yue E had a complicated expression and didn’t know how to explain for a moment, so she could only say: "He is not within the Sect!"

Speaking of which, Yang Zhenshan is still a Guest Elder of the Illusion Moon Sect, he didn’t resign from this identity, nor did the Illusion Moon Sect dismiss him.

It’s just that now the Yang family is one of the Three Sects, and everyone seems to have forgotten about this matter.

Jing Shui didn’t ask more. He had some guesses in his heart, but now was obviously not the time to investigate deeply.

His cloudy gaze once again fell on Zhang Mo, and he asked: "May I know your esteemed name, sir?"

Zhang Mo’s gaze slightly sank, "Zhang Mo of the Unpredictable Ghost Sect!"

"Unpredictable Ghost Sect? Never heard of it!" Jing Shui thought for a moment and shook his head lightly.

"Since you have intruded into my Illusion Moon Sect at night, this old man has no choice but to experience your strength!"

As he spoke, he flicked his withered palm, and the next moment, countless verdant grasses and trees around the lake suddenly burst out with dazzling Sword Qi, shooting like a thousand arrows, piercing the hazy moonlight.

The Sword Qi wasn’t strong; each one was only two feet long, but when the dense Sword Qi swept across the indigo sky, it resembled a long river.

Seeing this, Zhang Mo’s face slightly changed.

Only to see his figure suddenly swelling more than tenfold, swinging out a massive bloody palm.

Pu pu pu~~

The dense Sword Qi rushed into the bloody palm like stones thrown into water, causing ripples to appear on the surface of the palm.

Meanwhile, Zhang Xian’s figure suddenly flashed, appearing near Master Jing Shui.

His fist swung, fist shadows like millstones, with overwhelming momentum pressing down on Jing Shui.

Jing Shui’s sunken eyes slightly moved, and instantly, thousands of Sword Qi gathered around him, forming a golden protective shield.

With a bang, the fist smashed onto the protective shield, but it didn’t budge an inch.

"Your strength is even weaker than this old man anticipated; you must not have broken through conventionally!"

Jing Shui stated confidently.

He knew well how strong a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist should be, and Zhang Xian’s attack, though seemingly imposing, lacked the might of a proper Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist.

Indeed, Jing Shui was right, as Zhang Xian did take a shortcut, being forcibly nurtured into a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist by Zhang Mo using resources.

Although his cultivation reached the Divine Soul Realm, his actual power was somewhat weaker than ordinary Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists.

Of course, even if his power was weaker, he was still a Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist.

"So what? It’s still more than enough to handle an old thing buried up to the neck like you!" Zhang Xian’s expression remained unchanged, the fierce shadows of his fists continuously pounded on the protective shield.

Jing Shui’s eyes slightly drooped, seemingly indifferent to Zhang Xian’s attack.

"Though I don’t understand the inner workings here, since you’ve intruded into my Illusion Moon Sect today, don’t blame this old man for striking deadly!"

As the elderly voice faded, Jing Shui suddenly raised his head.

Those sunken eyes were unknowingly dyed with a golden light.

The golden light darted out like a sword, a three-inch sword gleam, piercing into Zhang Xian’s eyes with a pu chi sound.

"Ah~~"

Zhang Xian was caught off guard and felt a sharp pain, then let out a scream.

In the next moment, Jing Shui suddenly reached out his right hand, the withered palm extended like a chicken claw from his tattered sleeve.

His motion seemed slow, yet it was astonishingly fast.

With the palm facing down, it landed on Zhang Xian’s head, the five fingers clenched, and with a bang, the large head exploded like a watermelon.

"Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist, heh, you’re far inferior to this old man!"

The confrontation between the two actually happened within a few breaths; Zhang Mo hadn’t even fully blocked Jing Shui’s golden Sword Qi, and Zhang Xian was already crushed by Jing Shui.

Meanwhile, Yang Shenwu was still guarding against Yue E.

Zhang Xian died unexpectedly, just like Duan Qiankun did before.

This made Zhang Mo’s face even more unsightly, and he looked at Jing Shui in disbelief.

"How could it be possible?"

"What’s impossible?" Jing Shui shook off the bloodstains on his palm.

"You’re not a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!" Zhang Mo accused.

Jing Shui shook his head slightly, "No, I am a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!"

As he spoke, he brought his two fingers together, the fingertips flickering with golden Sword Light.

"This is Grass and Trees Geng Metal Sword Qi, why wouldn’t it be from a Foundation Establishment Cultivator?"

Zhang Mo was stunned, staring intently at the Sword Qi at Jing Shui’s fingertips.

That was indeed Sword Qi transformed from Mana, yet different from conventional Mana Sword Qi, as it resembled more the True Yuan Sword Qi of a Martial Artist.

What’s the difference between Mana Sword Qi and True Yuan Sword Qi?

There indeed is a difference.

The Divine Soul Power of Golden Body Realm Martial Artists is weak, and they don’t control True Yuan as adeptly as Immortal Cultivators control Mana.

Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists improve in Divine Soul Power, but their bodies contain both True Yuan and Mana, so the operation of their True Yuan and Mana is relatively slower.

Hence, Divine Soul Realm Martial Artists prefer straightforward fighting, not using complex Spells.

However, Master Jing Shui’s Sword Qi seemed more than just simple Mana Sword Qi!

Zhang Mo’s figure flashed, returning to a normal form, then he gazed fixedly at Jing Shui.

"Dual cultivation of Immortal and Martial arts?"

Jing Shui raised his eyelids, put away his palm, took a single stride, crossing over a dozen yards, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived near Zhang Mo.