Divine wonders

Azure Departure Mountain.

Fang Xianyao walked through his clan's grounds, facing the wind amid the reflected light of the snow.

Bolstered by his Dao Foundation, his spiritual sense was clear and penetrating, allowing him to faintly hear all manner of idle chatter.

His thoughts wandered, and he could not help recalling the clan's reaction several days earlier, when news arrived that Cangmingzi of the Vast Sea Sect had attained Purple Mansion and would soon hold a celebration.

When Fang Daoling announced that Ancient Shu would be offered as a congratulatory gift, the clan had all but boiled over.

After all, even their good-for-nothing younger relatives, even those who had only reached Qi Ingestion, could be sent out to administer a county and rake in spirit assets—what an enormous benefit! Not only had the main clan filled its bowls to overflowing, even the Hu Family and Zeng Clan had profited alongside them—

Now that they have to give it up, of course they can't bear to part with such wealth—

Yet after swallowing so many spirit assets and enjoying the clan's support, they still haven't produced a single Purple Mansion True Person—

When Fang Xianyao reached the main gate, however, the assembled cultivators became respectful, seemingly without a single complaint.

Naturally, this was the result of Fang Daoling's accumulated authority.

After all, he was the clan's only Purple Mansion True Person—at least openly—and the founder of its fortunes. His prestige was unmatched.

Even the few troublemakers had become perfectly obedient after a tug from his Divine Ability.

This is actually mild. With Brother Yuan's temper—he might really kill a chicken to frighten the monkeys.

Fang Xianyao glanced at the cultivators, then at the radiant cloudship nearby. "Have all the gifts been checked? Let's set off!"

The cultivators hastily voiced their assent,