Before Wang Quan began cultivating, he had never heard of the Northern Deep Aristocratic Clan.
After he began cultivating, he paid even less attention to aristocratic clans among ordinary people.
But he suddenly realized that aristocratic clans among ordinary people seemed to wield considerable power.
A lineage sent its children to the Orthodox Mystic Sects for thousands, even tens of thousands of years, as steadily as if every day were the same.
Then just how formidable were that lineage's actual foundations and strength?
"But... could they be stronger than me?"
"My realm might not be high, but I have access privileges!"
"One shot from the Sky Patrol Magic Treasure, and whatever aristocratic clan you are, you'll all turn to ash and smoke."
"If experts block it, I'll strike with the Drowning Dao Court."
"If their sects block it, I'll summon the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court to strike."
"But... would the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court strike sects of the Orthodox Mystic Sects?"
After letting his thoughts wander for a while, he found a secluded little hill near the Sleeping Dragon Mountain Range.
He arranged the ritual on the hill and set out the Five-Colored Altar, preparing to cast his spells.
But before casting them, he first visited a city called Northern Deep.
The city was vast and densely populated.
Within the time it took to drink a cup of tea after entering, Wang Quan located the Northern Deep Aristocratic Clan's residence.
The residence was enormous, and he sensed cultivators inside.
To Wang Quan's surprise, he actually sensed the auras of many Golden Core Ancestors of the New Method.
There were also auras of orthodox cultivators, and quite a few of them.
"Sure enough, this aristocratic clan is no simple affair!"
"But... if this is all the strength they have, they can't stop me