Wang Family Members

After explaining the details, Li Qingshan left. With the ruins unearthed, he had been very busy lately, and Li Jiusheng did not ask him to stay.

Only after Li Qingshan left did Little Fox come out. She approached Li Jiusheng and wrote with her little paw, "What happened?"

"It's all matters outside. It has nothing to do with us, so there's no need to worry." Li Jiusheng smiled faintly and said nothing more. He took Little Fox into the tea room, found her an illustrated book to read, and silently cultivated himself.

As for the ruins, Grandmaster Pure Land, and the even more mysterious things within the ruins, none of them were matters Li Jiusheng could involve himself in yet.

Even Li Qingshan, a powerhouse in the Venerable Realm, was not particularly qualified, much less Li Jiusheng, who was only in the Grandmaster Realm.

No matter how good those ruins were, Li Jiusheng had no thoughts about them. The most suitable way for him to cultivate was to quietly keep a low profile in the Scripture Repository Pavilion. If he had Li Qingshan's cultivation, perhaps he would go take a look.

But for now, he should honestly remain in the Scripture Repository Pavilion, reading, cultivating, meditating, and steadily increasing his strength.

At night, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and stars filled the heavens, as numerous as sesame seeds on a flatbread, making one want to pluck one down.

On the top floor of the Scripture Repository Pavilion, the evening breeze drifted by. Li Jiusheng wore a purple Daoist robe, his body absorbing spiritual energy while his consciousness meditated upon the Earth Store's Original Vows Sutra.

Suddenly, an immense surge of energy flooded in from the horizon, jolting Li Jiusheng awake.

Looking up at the starry sky, he saw a meteor streak past with a whoosh, falling at the distant boundary between heaven and earth.

"A powerhouse has come to investigate those ruins," Li Jiusheng murmured. That aura from earlier was far beyond anything a Grandmaster could match. To cross the night sky like that, it had to be at least a Great Grandmaster, one capable of sending their Primordial spirit from their body.

"A Great Grandmaster probably isn't much here," Li Jiusheng said to himself. It was not that he looked down on Great Grandmasters, but that even more powerful experts would surely come.

As soon as he spoke, a streak of Sword energy tore through the sky. Beneath the night, it raised layer upon layer of white waves, its aura formidable as it shot straight toward the ruins.

"That aura is at least Venerable!" Li Jiusheng concluded. It was the same as Li Qingshan's aura from before, so he could judge it from that.

There were other inconspicuous fluctuations in the night sky. As Li Jiusheng meditated with his Primordial spirit, his consciousness became much more condensed, allowing him to notice some of them. He knew that many people had definitely arrived. Some were simply keeping a low profile, concealing their auras and intending to let others play the mantis while they played the oriole.

Suddenly, Li Jiusheng spotted a large group approaching through the night sky. They rode flying swords like a rain of blades drifting in from the horizon. With someone leading the way, they stopped directly above Shangqing Palace and called out, "Descendants of the Wang family of Old Dragon City have arrived. Where is the Sect Master of Shangqing Palace? Why have you not come to receive us?"

The voice was cold and domineering, echoing above Shangqing Palace.

They had named the Sect Master of an entire sect and demanded that he receive them, their words so overbearing that all of Shangqing Palace fell silent.

After quite some time, Li Qingshan's voice came from the Golden Summit Hall, cold and devoid of emotion. "A friend comes from afar. Welcome."

Li Qingshan appeared at the Golden Summit Hall and personally received the Wang family descendants from Old Dragon City.

Li Jiusheng watched it all, his brows tightly furrowed as memories of the Wang family of Old Dragon City surfaced in his mind.

Old Dragon City was the largest ancient city by the Northern Sea of the Old Land. Through the changes of countless years, it had seen an unknown number of rulers replaced. The current rulers of Old Dragon City were the Wang family, and they had held power for over a thousand years.

Back then, the Wang family's Old Ancestor had been a pet subdued by the ancestor of Shangqing Palace. He learned a sword technique from the ancestor and followed him through eastern campaigns and western battles. Later, when the ancestor established Shangqing Palace, he appointed the Wang family's Old Ancestor as the divine beast guarding the mountain. But after the ancestor passed away, the Wang family's Old Ancestor could not bear the loneliness. He broke free of his restraints, fled Shangqing Palace, and went down the mountain to roam freely.

Later, he cultivated a human form, married, and had children. He even wanted to return to Shangqing Palace and become its Sect Master. Unfortunately, he was defeated by the second-generation ancestor and had no choice but to go to Old Dragon City. There, he built a vast foundation and established the Wang family lineage.

The Wang family's foundation came from Shangqing Palace, and their inherited cultivation methods also came from Shangqing Palace. As a result, the relationship between generations of Wang family members and Shangqing Palace had always been delicate. When they were weak, Wang family members offered tribute, bowed and scraped, and begged Shangqing Palace to offer them guidance on their inherited cultivation methods.

When they grew powerful, the Wang family changed its attitude and began ordering Shangqing Palace around, just as they had done earlier.

Shangqing Palace also knew that Wang family members were ungrateful wolves that could never be raised properly. But after the second-generation ancestor, Shangqing Palace had gradually declined and could not thoroughly target the Wang family members living a hundred thousand miles away.

As far as Li Jiusheng knew, the Wang family members had not contacted Shangqing Palace for decades. He had not expected them to arrive so quickly after the ruins emerged.

"That biting dog still doesn't know what trouble it'll cause," Li Jiusheng said quietly. He shook his head. Li Qingshan could worry about such troublesome matters. He continued cultivating in silence.

His physical body operated its various cultivation methods independently, absorbing spiritual energy from all directions and strengthening Li Jiusheng.

His consciousness was ethereal, meditating, tempering, and purifying itself within Senluo Hell. His scattered consciousness gradually became solid, even gleaming with light. In the end, like a blazing sun, it gave birth to Pure Yang energy. Only by accumulating countless strands of Pure Yang consciousness could he condense a Pure Yang Primordial spirit.

That night, the sky was far from peaceful. Meteors often streaked across it, each one a powerful expert arriving to explore. People from other sects also came to visit Shangqing Palace, thanking it for spreading the news so that they could arrive at the earliest opportunity.

Li Jiusheng did not pay much attention to any of this. He cultivated wholeheartedly until early the next morning. With heavy dew covering the ground, he drifted down from the top floor of the Scripture Repository Pavilion and practiced boxing with Little Fox. He gathered the nearby spiritual energy around her, helping her refine her diaphragm so she could speak like a human.

Once he had finished those tasks, Li Jiusheng had just planned to practice all the cultivation methods he had learned when Li Qingshan arrived, his face unpleasant and his entire body radiating a sharp aura.

"Did things not go well with those Wang family members?" Li Jiusheng immediately guessed.

"Hmph, the Wang family is merely a petty villain drunk on success. A thousand years ago, weren't they just dogs of Shangqing Palace? Now they actually dare demand that disciples of Shangqing Palace take the lead, scout out the dangers, and pave the way for their Wang family descendants. Utterly absurd! They truly don't know the difference between life and death!" Li Qingshan said furiously. His eyes were cold, as was his expression. He was the Sect Master of Shangqing Palace, yet they wanted him to send his own disciples to their deaths to clear the way for their clan's descendants. What a tremendous humiliation that was.

Hearing this, Li Jiusheng's expression gradually turned cold. "These Wang family members truly do not know the immensity of heaven and earth. Although Shangqing Palace's influence has weakened somewhat in recent years, is the Wang family really flourishing at its peak?"

"Not long ago, one of the Wang family's ancestors broke through into the Ancestor Realm. That is their confidence," Li Qingshan said with a frown.

"Didn't word spread before that Shangqing Palace had produced an ancestor? Does the Wang family have no misgivings at all?" Li Jiusheng asked unhappily. He was referring to the Sword God's strike from a thousand years ago in the old calendar, which the world believed meant Shangqing Palace had produced an ancestor.

"The Wang family members are still somewhat wary. They have always wanted to meet the ancestor and see his true appearance. If they were not wary of that, they would probably be even more overbearing, making all of us serve as vanguards for the Wang family. It would be best for us to suffer heavy losses, so they could swallow Shangqing Palace whole." Li Qingshan's face was dark, his eyes filled with fury. The Wang family members' arrogance and tyranny last night had truly enraged him.