Sword Chapter, Sixth Level, the Mysteries of [Light-Splitting]; Caught in a Trap, the Third Drop of Blood (9K)

On their way into Flying Cloud Valley, they inevitably drew the attention of the Xu Family below.

After all, four Foundation Establishment cultivators hung in the sky, their auras vast and mighty. It would have been difficult not to attract attention.

Soon, more and more Xu Family Members emerged from houses and halls, joining those walking along the paths to look up.

After all, the last time four of the lineage's Foundation Establishment cultivators had appeared together was fifteen or sixteen years ago.

They had been seeing off Granduncle Xu Jun, who had stepped forward to fight for the lineage on the Jin Kingdom frontline!

Since then, usually only two Foundation Establishment cultivators had appeared together within the lineage. Even three at once had been exceedingly rare.

Yet this time, four Foundation Establishment cultivators stood in the sky again.

Three were quickly recognized. As for the fourth, dressed in blue robes and bearing himself with composure, he was-

Qi Refining cultivators perceived the passage of time somewhat differently from mortals, but the difference was not great.

They were unlike Foundation Establishment cultivators, for whom ten years amounted to merely two periods of secluded cultivation-a brief span.

Moreover, far too much time had passed. Lin Changheng's last return to the Xu Family had been just after he reached the Foundation Establishment middle stage, more than forty years ago.

That was half a mortal lifetime, and thirty percent of a Qi Refining cultivator's life.

How could they remember him so quickly? Even if he had once been the most celebrated figure in the Xu Family, admired by every member, that was still too much to ask.

Below, amid the crowd, a stooped old man with snow-white hair and beard stood trembling on his cane, supported by his descendants. He strained to lift