Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1657 - 1017: Qingyuan Grotto Heaven, Holy Tree of the Fox Clan

Yang Zhenshan’s face darkened, "Senior, save me!"

At the moment, he could still fend off this strike, but his Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron was on the brink of collapse.

After all, the Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron had only recently advanced, and its Artifact Spirit had not yet matured, its functions had not been nurtured, thus its protective capabilities were not strong.

"Hehehe~~"

A soft laughter rang out, like fingertips twisting silk threads into circles, each note wrapped in gentle warmth, and at the end, a light twirl, seemingly detached yet more nerve-wracking than a soul-stirring melody.

Amid the laughter, Chi Yuan’s Mountain Suppressing Seal lost control, no longer aiming at Yang Zhenshan, but rather rotating in the air.

The square seal, a yard wide, hopped and twirled, reminiscent of a little dog upon seeing its master, with only the wagging tail missing.

In the next moment, a figure descended from the sky.

Suddenly, a sweet fragrance drifted by, like a spring breeze carrying peach blossoms crashing into the tense atmosphere.​

The wind stilled first, Chi Yuan’s finger gesture paused for a moment, and the Spiritual Power of Yang Zhenshan’s Divine Wood Treasure Cauldron in front of him weakened slightly; it wasn’t restrained by magic, but rather the abrupt blue mist from the void was so sudden, the silver halo within softened the heavens and earth by threefold.​

A moon-white gauze dress flowed through the void; golden-threaded fox-shaped cloud patterns on the gauze rose and fell gently with her breath, like countless curled spiritual foxes moving through the fabric.

"Ah, how lively."​

The trailing sound carried a lazy tremor; she raised her hand to press the lifted blue gauze back onto her shoulder, whereupon the fox tail patterns on the gauze suddenly came alive, nine golden-threaded fox tails emerged from the fabric, gently swaying behind her. Though the movement clearly contained demonic essence, her fingertips brushing past the ear-tip’s fur felt simultaneously pure and charming.

A pair of amber eyes were most captivating, the pupils seemed soaked in melted amber, their tails flying upward slantedly, tinged with a peach blush. As the gaze shifted, it seemed as if countless fine threads were spilling from the pupils, tightening around one’s heart.

She glanced towards Yang Zhenshan, seemingly smiling yet not smiling, and Yang Zhenshan, looking at those eyes, felt as though he’d become her plaything, willingly immersed in that warm light.

Yang Zhenshan shivered, the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower in his Sea of Consciousness spun rapidly, emitting clear spiritual light.

"Qingyuan Fox Venerable!"

Chi Yuan’s face was equally grim, "This isn’t Qingyuan!"

"So what?"

Qingyuan Fox Venerable’s lips held a slight smile, speaking with lips barely moving, revealing pearly white teeth.

She extended a jade-like finger, lightly tapping on the Mountain Suppressing Seal.

"I’m here; surely you’re not going to run away?"

The previously dominating Mountain Suppressing Seal which left Yang Zhenshan utterly defenseless shrank obediently to the size of a fist, landing into that pair of pale white hands.

Upon seeing this, Yang Zhenshan’s pupils contracted sharply.

That’s a Spiritual Artifact!

Moreover, it was a highly spiritual artifact, yet it was easily controlled by someone other than its owner!

Golden Core Cultivators mainly rely on Spiritual Artifacts and Divine Skills in battle; aside from these, others serve merely as support.

The person before him could easily seize others’ Spiritual Artifacts, which was genuinely terrifying.

She smiled at Chi Yuan; though she stood unmoving, it seemed as though every strand of her hair was moving, every inch of her skin was laughing.

Even the unconscious brushing of her finger across her temple carried a seductive charm.

This wasn’t a demon, it was as if all the seductive hues of the world gathered upon her, yet cloaked in cool moonlight, making one desire to desecrate yet fearful of shattering that beauty.

Chi Yuan’s eyes were filled with apprehension.

"Return the Mountain Suppressing Seal to me!"

Who is Qingyuan Fox Venerable?

She is one of the three major Demon Venerables of the Wanhua Demon Court, her cultivation reached the pinnacle of the Third Order, equivalent to the Golden Core Peak of Immortal Cultivators.

Such existence naturally couldn’t be challenged by Chi Yuan, yet Chi Yuan lacked even the slightest confidence; though he was an old Golden Core Cultivator, despite being no match for Qingyuan Fox Venerable, he could at least contend for a while.

"You startled my little friend, consider this Mountain Suppressing Seal as an apology!"

"What? You still want to fight me?"

Gauze fluttered, her arm white like chilled jade gently stretched out, enveloped in a red mist, seemingly hooked onto Chi Yuan’s gaze with invisible hooks.

Chi Yuan couldn’t help but swallow saliva, his eyes unconsciously filled with burning desire, yet his figure slowly retreated backward.

Yang Zhenshan likewise focused intently on that section of pale white arm, as though it were the ultimate treasure making it hard for him to look away.

In his Sea of Consciousness, the Seven Treasures Soul Suppressing Tower spun like a drill, faster than ever before.

Yet even this way, Yang Zhenshan’s consciousness gradually sank into it, hard to extricate.

Just as Yang Zhenshan’s Heart Spirit fell into bewilderment, a lotus leaf suddenly emerged deep in his Sea of Consciousness, followed by the emergence of vast numbers of lotus leaves, within the blink of an eye, the entire Sea of Consciousness was covered in lotus leaves.

Simultaneously, Yang Zhenshan suddenly returned to consciousness.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, his heart pounded relentlessly.

What is called soul-stealing?

Isn’t this it?

The opponent merely moved her arm lightly, almost causing him to sink into oblivion.

Yang Zhenshan quickly focused his mind, his Divine Soul settled in his Sea of Consciousness, his immense Soul Power flowing continuously, forming invisible threads entwined with countless lotus leaves.

The greener the lotus leaves, the clearer Yang Zhenshan’s consciousness became.