Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1622: Chapter 998: A Major Mishap!

Yang Zhenshan is refining the Twelve Golden Crystal Lotus of Taixu, while the people of Hidden Sword Mountain are waiting for Jian Changhe to emerge.

Below the chaotic mountain top, over a hundred cultivators and Martial Artists are gathered here, each one appearing joyful.

Of course, their faces are filled with happiness, but what they are thinking in their hearts, only they themselves know.

Jian Guyun, Jian Canghai, Jian Suxin, and other Foundation Establishment cultivators of Hidden Sword Mountain naturally feel delighted. With Jian Changhe successfully forming his core, Hidden Sword Mountain is about to regain its former glory, a dream countless generations of cultivators have longed for, now finally realized.

On the other hand, Lin Daoyuan and Yue E have complicated emotions. With Jian Changhe forming his core, their previous insistence has completely lost its meaning, and they don’t yet know how to face the impending Changhe True Monarch.

As for people from other factions, their thoughts vary, each with their own motives.

They are quite distant from Hidden Sword Mountain and don’t have much relation to it; they were attracted solely by the Heavenly Tribulation. Now that they’re here, they naturally can’t leave just like that.

Moreover, with Hidden Sword Mountain having a Golden Core cultivator, it’s possible they might make significant moves later, and they want to see if Hidden Sword Mountain will expand next.

“Master, no one from the Yang family came!”

A young Foundation Establishment cultivator approached Jian Guyun and spoke softly.

This young Foundation Establishment cultivator was named Zhang Yan, a recent rising talent in Hidden Sword Mountain’s Foundation Establishment ranks, considered a rare genius.

Zhang Yan was actually quite familiar with the Yang family, especially Yang Jizhen. When Zhang Mo attacked Lotus Heart Valley, Zhang Yan was in the valley then and had bought some Flying Swords from Yang Jizhen’s magic artifact shop.

Later, when Lotus Heart Valley was rebuilt and became Qingli Immortal City, Zhang Yan continued to custom order many artifact swords from Yang Jizhen. Over time, they became well acquainted.

“Hmm!” Jian Guyun acknowledged, glancing at those behind him, indeed, not seeing any members of the Yang family.

He frowned slightly. The absence of the Yang family upset him.

The commotion from forming a Core with a Heavenly Tribulation was so significant, the Yang family couldn’t possibly be unaware, and even now several days have passed; even if they didn’t know at the time, they should surely know by now.

As one of the Three Sects of Lingxiu, as a vassal force of Hidden Sword Mountain, the Yang family should not only be here waiting but should also be preparing a celebratory gift promptly.

Yet, up to now, none from the Yang family have made an appearance.

Little does Jian Guyun know that Yang Zhenshan is also forming his core, and everyone at Spirit Source Land is immersed in the joy of Yang Zhenshan’s core formation, having long cast aside external matters.

Even Yang Jizhen has forgotten about this affair, currently engrossed in joy while preparing gifts for Yang Zhenshan and giving no thought to Hidden Sword Mountain.

However, Jian Guyun has no time to further concern himself with the Yang family, as Jian Changhe is now descending from the mountain top.

Jian Changhe stands suspended, akin to an ancient sword sheathed.

His figure is upright, shoulders and back straight, yet not rigid, possessing instead a tension of readiness, as if in the next moment, he would become a stream of light piercing the sky.

He wears a moon-white robe, made of the most ordinary coarse cotton, fastened at the waist with a dark jade belt, adorned with no pendant, but a long sword, entirely black, hangs there. The scabbard is carved from old ox horn, with a smooth patina, faintly showing shallow marks from frequent rubbing.

His complexion is white, not sickly pale but like jade touched by morning frost, emitting a cold, lustrous glow. His brows are sharply defined, like a sword blade carved out, slightly tilted at the ends, yet without any hint of seduction, rather adding an aloofness that distances others.

His pupils are of an intense ink color, at rest resembling a cold pond reflecting the moonlight, unrippled; anyone making eye contact would sense thousands of sword shadows hidden at the pond’s depth, ready to slice the divine soul with any motion.

That is the unique sharpness of Golden Core Sword Cultivators, evidence of refining all spiritual energy into sword bone.

He stood there, speaking nothing, unmoving, while the air around him appeared frozen by his aura, yet the edge beneath that icy surface was more intimidating than any drawn sword.

Compared to the previous Jian Changhe, the current Jian Changhe has an even more intimidating sharpness.

One glance provokes a chilling sensation of being enveloped by sword point.

“Salutations to the True Monarch, congratulations True Monarch, on achieving Golden Core perfection, granting eternal longevity!”

The gathering of cultivators bows, ceremoniously paying homage, congratulating on the formation of the Golden Core.

Jian Changhe’s gaze sweeps over the crowd, nodding calmly, “Everyone, rise!”

…

In the days following, Hidden Sword Mountain opened its doors wide, welcoming cultivators from all directions to congratulate.

At Hidden Sword Mountain, within Hidden Sword Hall, amid the Hundred Swords Map.

This day, Jian Changhe stood before the Hundred Swords Map, meticulously observing each Flying Sword in the map, pondering the Sword Intent contained within them.

The Hundred Swords Map was left by the Heavenly Sword True Monarch, documenting his lifetime insights.

Although Jian Changhe has now formed his core, compared to the Heavenly Sword True Monarch, he still has far to go.

Not just far, but an immense divide.

Because he has yet to comprehend his own Sword Dao Divine Power.

“This old one greets the True Monarch!” Jian Guyun approached from behind, respectfully saluting.

“Hmm, what’s the matter?” Jian Changhe replied without turning his head.

Jian Guyun spoke softly, “The Yang family has not sent anyone to offer congratulations yet!”

“The Yang Family!”

Jian Changhe turned around, pondering, “How long has it been since Yang Zhenshan appeared?”

“Since entering the Sun Cave Heaven, Yang Zhenshan has never appeared again! Besides Yang Zhenshan, Yun Xiao has also never appeared but has sent two letters!” Jian Guyun said.