Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1677: Chapter 1027: Immortal Fate Trading Conference

When Yang Zhenshan conveyed the words of Qingyuan Fox Venerable to Chi Xia True Monarch, Chi Xia True Monarch was still somewhat incredulous.

”Really?”

”Of course, it’s true! I wouldn’t dare to falsely transmit the words of Fox Venerable!” Yang Zhenshan said.

He didn’t say he wouldn’t deceive Chi Xia, but rather that he wouldn’t dare to misrepresent the words of Qingyuan Fox Venerable, for in the Wanhua Mountain Range, few would dare to challenge the authority of Qingyuan Fox Venerable.

As one of the three Venerables of Wanhua Demon Court, Qingyuan Fox Venerable is not an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator nor a common Demon King, but the king of all kings.

Thus assured, Chi Xia immediately believed him, his face full of joy, ”I am grateful to Fellow Daoist Yang for speaking on my behalf!”

”Hehe, no need for such courtesy, senior. Lord Fox Venerable had no intent to trouble the Xiaxian Sect in the first place; I merely passed on the message.” Yang Zhenshan did not claim the credit.

”No, Fellow Daoist Yang, helping to pass on the message is already a tremendous favor! I hereby bow in gratitude to Fellow Daoist Yang.” Chi Xia said, bowing deeply to Yang Zhenshan, appearing quite sincere.

It was true, he had previously asked several powerful figures to intercede, but none even saw the Fox Venerable.

Only Yang Zhenshan not only met the Fox Venerable but brought back a message.

With the Fox Venerable’s words, his previously heavy heart could finally rest easy.

In the eyes of the Fox Venerable, this was a trivial matter, something she regarded as a mere joke.

But to the Xiaxian Sect, it was a matter of life and death.

Currently, with Chi Xia still around, even the Qingyuan Fox Clan had to tread carefully if they wanted to target the Xiaxian Sect.

But should Chi Xia ascend, the mere rumor from the Qingyuan Fox Clan could spell disaster for the Xiaxian Sect.

Now, with the Fox Venerable’s words, the future’s greatest peril for the Xiaxian Sect was essentially nullified.

This was why Chi Xia was so grateful to Yang Zhenshan.

Chi Xia repeatedly expressed his gratitude, making Yang Zhenshan feel a bit embarrassed.

He merely ran an errand and brought back a message, yet Chi Xia was profusely thankful, even offering a valuable gift beforehand, which made Yang Zhenshan feel somewhat undeserving of such a reward.

However, he could tell that Chi Xia was an honest person, perhaps with some cunning, but sincerely grateful in this instance.

Thus, Yang Zhenshan had a good impression of him and let him stay at the Sky Cloud Sword Sect for a couple of days.

Primarily, he wished to seek some cultivation insights from Chi Xia.

Chi Xia generously shared his insights on Dao Intent, his understanding of the Golden Core Realm, and some techniques for traversing the Void, without reservation.

Dao Intent is something that can only be understood, not taught. Though Chi Xia was experienced, he couldn’t explain it clearly.

Nevertheless, much of his experience was still very helpful to Yang Zhenshan.

With Chi Xia’s guidance, Yang Zhenshan gained some new insights.

Chi Xia stayed at the Sky Cloud Sword Sect for four days, during which Yang Zhenshan gained considerably, and personally saw him off when he left.

Watching him disappear into the distance, Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard.

”Ah, what a pity!”

He sighed softly.

”Hehe, life and death are common, and life has its limits; there’s nothing to regret,” White Cloud True Monarch said, coming beside him with a light laugh.

”Chi Xia, senior still is quite commendable!” Yang Zhenshan replied.

White Cloud True Monarch glanced at him, saying, ”You think well of him now because he’s nearing the end of his life. He wasn’t always like this.”

”Oh, what was he like before?” Yang Zhenshan inquired out of curiosity.

White Cloud True Monarch spoke with profound implication: ”Chi Xia had another title, the Red Demon!”

”What does that mean?”

”Heart like wicked demons, actions like a phantom.”

Yang Zhenshan pondered and slightly nodded, ”Thank you, senior brother, for the reminder!”

He understood that White Cloud True Monarch was advising him not to trust Chi Xia too much, lest he be oblivious to any schemes by Chi Xia.

White Cloud True Monarch patted him on the shoulder, ”Let’s head back, we’re not suited to intervene in the matters of the Xiaxian Sect.”

”Right!”

They returned to the Sky Cloud Sword Sect, Yang Zhenshan and White Cloud True Monarch exchanged a few words, and then Yang Zhenshan went to his courtyard to cultivate.

Chi Xia’s guidance had greatly benefited him, but he also needed time to digest these insights.

Fortunately, the Immortal Fate Trading Conference had not yet commenced, giving him time to absorb these realizations.

Time flew by, and soon two months had passed.

On this day, Yang Zhenshan left the Sky Cloud Sword Sect with White Cloud True Monarch, heading deep into the Wanhua Mountain Range.

For this Immortal Fate Trading Conference, only the two of them from the Sky Cloud Sword Sect were attending.

Que Lingyu has never liked crowds and typically doesn’t participate in such events.

Jian Changhe is still in seclusion and no one knows when he will emerge.

As for Yun Xiao, he remains in the Immortal Palace comprehending Dao Intent. Although he isn’t in seclusion, he doesn’t wish to attend any trading conference.

To him now, everything else is irrelevant; only realizing divine Dao Intent is of utmost importance.

Because only with the realization of divine Dao Intent could he contend with true Golden Core Cultivators, otherwise, as a Fake Pill Cultivator, he would be inferior in the presence of Golden Core Cultivators.

The two ventured deep into the Wanhua Mountain Range, arriving at a valley.

Before entering the valley, Yang Zhenshan sensed their location, noting that they were likely in the central region of the Wanhua Mountain Range, roughly over ten thousand miles from White Cloud Immortal City.

The surrounding peaks were precarious, and there seemed to be faint traces of Array fluctuations.

”Senior brother, who organizes the Immortal Fate Trading Conference?” Yang Zhenshan asked the question lingering in his mind.