Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1678 - 1027: Immortal Fate Trading Conference (Part 2)

White Cloud True Monarch shook his head and said, "I don’t know. It’s said that the Immortal Fate Trading Conference started ten thousand years ago and has continued to this day."

Yang Zhenshan felt a chill in his heart. Starting from ten thousand years ago, this indicates that the organizers of the conference are not ordinary Golden Core Cultivators, or rather, not just one Golden Core Cultivator, but a Golden Core Power, and a legacy that has lasted for ten thousand years.

"You don’t need to worry; fighting is not allowed within the Immortal Fate Trading Conference, and spiritual sense cannot be revealed. It is absolutely safe within the conference; it’s just that we need to be careful when we leave."

"Later, we will enter separately, and when we leave, we will also leave separately."

White Cloud True Monarch said.

Yang Zhenshan was taken aback, then nodded.

Entering separately, leaving separately—not because White Cloud True Monarch didn’t want to take care of him, but to avoid unnecessary suspicion and conflict.

Items that can be traded at the conference must be Third-order and Fourth-order Spiritual Objects.

Third-order Spiritual Objects are alright to say; although scarce, they won’t make Golden Core Cultivators greedy.

But Fourth-order Spiritual Objects are different; Fourth-order Spiritual Objects are all Void Spiritual Objects, treasures that Golden Core Cultivators desire but rarely find.

Most Golden Core Cultivators, when faced with Fourth-order Spiritual Objects, will feel greed.

Even blood brothers or sect brothers might turn against each other and kill ruthlessly because of it.

White Cloud True Monarch wanted to separate from Yang Zhenshan to avoid him knowing what Spiritual Objects he obtained at the conference and also to prevent Yang Zhenshan from harboring suspicions because he obtained some precious Spiritual Object.

Rather than both being together, constantly on guard and speculating about each other, it’s better to just separate, so no unfounded suspicions would destroy their relationship.

"I’ll go in first, you wait a moment!"

The canyon was quite dark, and as it got deeper, it turned into a cave.

White Cloud True Monarch let Yang Zhenshan stay outside the cave while he entered alone.

Watching him go into the cave, Yang Zhenshan’s mind moved, his body transformed and vanished without a trace.

Thereafter, he quietly waited outside the cave.

After a short while, a sneaky figure appeared. This person was tall, wearing a black hat, and his aura was hidden like a mortal.

Later, two more people came, similarly hiding their faces and concealing their aura.

Just like that, one after another, until more than two hours had passed.

Only then did Yang Zhenshan silently appear, then entered the cave like a mist.

Inside the cave, there was an array covering the aura. Before entering, it seemed like an ordinary cave, but upon entering, it turned out to be a Grotto Heaven.

As he stepped into the cave, the first thing he saw was a wide cavern room, with clean and smooth walls and floors, and twelve Luminous Pearls embedded in the ceiling.

In the center of the room sat an old man, and behind him were four dark tunnels.

The old man sat on a mat, his face very blurry, as if enveloped entirely by mist; he was identified as an old man because his hair and beard faintly showed a frosty white color.

His situation was much like Yang Zhenshan’s, though Yang Zhenshan’s mist was denser and more elusive.

As Yang Zhenshan entered, the old man abruptly raised his head.

Yang Zhenshan could feel the old man’s gaze sweeping over him, although he believed the old man could not see through the mist surrounding him.

Body Transformation, merging into the Void.

At this moment, he was not himself but a mass of Void.

If even then the other could see his form, the old man’s expertise in the Path of Void must be unparalleled.

Following White Cloud True Monarch’s instructions earlier, Yang Zhenshan remained silent, just quietly waiting for the old man to speak.

Sure enough, after a moment of staring, the old man said, "Tunnel number three, please!"

Yang Zhenshan didn’t hesitate and floated into the third tunnel behind the old man.

All four tunnels connected to the same place, divided into four tunnels for better identity concealment.

Upon entering the tunnel, Yang Zhenshan immediately sensed something was wrong.

This wasn’t going deeper underground; it was a Teleportation Array, sending him elsewhere.

As the teleportation neared completion, Yang Zhenshan’s form solidified, he donned a black cloak, and a thin cyan mist wrapped around him, completely concealing his aura.

This was the feature of the jade-calabash to hide an aura.

Body Transformation could better hide an aura, but Yang Zhenshan couldn’t sustain this state for long, and big fluctuations of Spiritual Power could force him out of the Body Transformation state.

Simply put, Yang Zhenshan couldn’t perfectly wield the Divine Skill of Body Transformation yet.

As the teleportation ended, a bright palace emerged before Yang Zhenshan’s eyes.

Inside the palace were already several figures, each hiding their aura, sitting at a desk as ordinary people.

Yang Zhenshan glanced around, then sat at a desk near the door.

He began observing the figures in the palace.

There were over thirty people in the palace, some wearing masks, some hats, of all shapes and sizes.

From appearances alone, identifying their identities was impossible.

Yang Zhenshan searched for a long time but couldn’t find a familiar figure, so he closed his eyes to rest.

After about half of a two-hour period, the number in the palace reached over ninety.

At this moment, a blurry figure appeared at the center of the palace.

"Welcome, fellow cultivators, to the Immortal Fate Trading Conference. I declare the conference officially open!"

Without excess words, the figure said just one sentence before disappearing.

Yang Zhenshan watched the vanishing figure, deep in thought.

The blurry figure was just an illusion, not a real presence, yet the illusionary technique was extremely exquisite.

Then, Yang Zhenshan saw the participants take out various Spiritual Objects, placing them on the desks before them.

After thinking it over, he also took out three items and placed them on his desk.

Top-grade Demon Yuan Pill, Tongming Pill, and Thunder Tribulation Pill.

He didn’t have many items for trade right now, these three Core-forming Spiritual Objects were the most suitable.

These three elixirs he could refine, though their value was perhaps not high in the eyes of Golden Core Cultivators.

Core-forming Spiritual Objects are extremely rare, even Golden Core Cultivators must put in some effort to obtain them, but they’re Core-forming Spiritual Objects, not of much use to Golden Core Cultivators.

Perhaps Golden Core Cultivators might prepare these for younger generations, but likely won’t use them themselves.

Yang Zhenshan, with the mindset of trying one’s luck regardless, took out these three elixirs.

Besides, he had other items to sell, like the Mountain Suppressing Seal. It was useless to keep in his hands; if it could be exchanged for a couple of beneficial Spiritual Objects, he’d certainly be willing to trade.

However, the Mountain Suppressing Seal belonged to Chi Yuan—perhaps Chi Yuan was also here, so Yang Zhenshan didn’t take it out.

As everyone took out their Spiritual Objects, the atmosphere in the palace immediately became quiet.

With just one glance, Yang Zhenshan’s eyes showed a shocked expression.

In just that glance, he saw five types of Fourth-order Spiritual Objects!

Fourth-order Spiritual Objects are indeed rare, but with more than ninety Golden Core Cultivators here, five Fourth-order Spiritual Objects is within reason.

Yang Zhenshan withdrew his shock, turning to look at the Third-order Spiritual Objects.

He wasn’t going to consider Fourth-order Spiritual Objects—he didn’t have treasures to compare with them—but Third-order Spiritual Objects were more feasible to trade.

Soon, Yang Zhenshan locked onto one Third-order Spiritual Object.

Deep Sea Yin Spring Juice.

The person sat opposite him, with a foot-high calabash on the desk, filled with Deep Sea Yin Spring.

"To have so much Deep Sea Yin Spring Juice, this person must be a Sea Demon!"

Yang Zhenshan thought to himself.

Deep Sea Yin Spring appears only in the deep sea, and only in places where yin energy is abundant.