Encountering Nangong Wan Again

The uproar of the Six Sect Alliance Army blockading Yellow Maple Valley's gates was, in the blink of an eye, pressed by time into some forgotten corner of history.

Two weeks were enough for the Cultivation World to digest the shocking news of someone "leaping from Qi Refinement to Nascent Soul," while conveniently coating Yellow Maple Valley in a layer of untouchable golden dust.

The Yue Kingdom's Royal Family reacted at lightning speed. A convoy bearing gifts arrived right on time outside the mountain gate, bolts of silk and satin, spirit jade, and precious materials piled into small mountains. The wrinkles on the leading eunuch's face creased into a chrysanthemum smile, and his voice was pinched even sharper than an opera singer's.

"Congratulations to Yellow Maple Valley's Ancestor Fang on achieving the Nascent Soul! His Majesty has specially prepared these humble gifts as a token of his regard. May Ancestor enjoy immortal blessings forever and may your Dao fortune flourish!"

Inside the main hall, "Ancestor Fang" lounged sideways upon a broad throne draped in the hide of some unknown spirit beast. One arm, glowing with a gentle white light, rested on the armrest, while his other hand idly rolled a vermilion fruit overflowing with spiritual energy.

He did not even raise his eyelids. After listening to Zhong Lingdao read the gift list, he snorted vaguely through his nose, then flicked the pit of the vermilion fruit precisely into a jade spittoon thirty feet away with a crisp ding.

"The Yue Emperor's gifts?" Fang Yu smacked his lips, his tone as casual as if he were commenting on street snacks. "Tch, I'll accept the sentiment. As for the gifts... hand out the pastries and snacks to the outer sect brats. As for those shiny, heavy things..."

He drew out the last