Was Wang Xianzhou targeting Gao Jian?
No, he was slapping Mu Changze right in the face!
Strangely enough, even though Wang Xianzhou had already begun raining down slaps, Mu Changze, the Town Guardian Cultivator, had yet to show his face.
With his cultivation base at the Foundation Establishnt stage, combined with his status as a disciple of a Purple Palace realm expert, if he were to intervene, Wang Xianzhou would undoubtedly be finished.
Clear Stream Market was a market town under the Red Lantern Illumination Sect. By violating the market rules, Wang Xianzhou was directly challenging the order of the Red Lantern Illumination Sect.
This was no exaggeration.
For instance, Wang Xianzhou breaking the rules was just like the Wang Clan catching the Che Clan red-handed. Once a matter was brought to the scales, whether it weighed hundreds of pounds or thousands of pounds depended entirely on the one holding the scales.
If Mu Changze had the slightest inclination to pursue it, Wang Xianzhou would lose a layer of skin even if he managed to survive!
Yet, even though Clear Stream Market was already buzzing with excitent over Wang Xianzhou's domineering actions, Mu Changze remained hidden.
Wang Rongsheng, accompanied by Bailu, and Hongi, leading Yulou and Yu'an, all witnessed Wang Xianzhou up in the sky.
"Clan uncle Xianzhou, what are you doing?" Wang Rongsheng asked, completely dumbfounded.
He looked at Gao Jian, who resembled a dead dog on the ground, and then up at Wang Xianzhou in the air, his heart filled with utter panic.
Wang Xianzhou stowed away his flying chariot and stepped onto the open air, walking down from the sky toward the ground, step by step.
The flight capability of a Foundation Establishnt cultivator!
Many of the spectating rogue cultivators did not realize this was a specialized spell. Mistaking Wang Xianzhou for a Foundation Establishnt master, they hurriedly called out 'Senior,' terrified that their lack of manners might draw the attention of this domineering expert.
"Just playing a little joke on little Gao. No need to worry. Where are Yulou and Yu'an?"
Wang Xianzhou was indeed domineering. Mu Changze was clearly sitting right inside the Guardian Cultivator's Manor, yet he refused to grant him even a shred of face. He reinforced his voice with spiritual energy, sending his words echoing across the entirety of Clear Stream Market.
"Go on, quickly. This clan uncle of yours is no ordinary figure," Hongi said sourly, a bitter taste lingering in her heart.
"Grand-uncle, what is the aning of this?"
Yulou jogged over to Wang Xianzhou. Looking at the densely packed crowd and the battered Gao Jian on the ground, he found himself montarily dazed.
"Haha, just playing a little joke with little Gao. Co, you've been in Clear Stream Market for three years. Today, I'm taking you ho. By the way, has anyone been bullying you here in Clear Stream Market?"
In Wang Xianzhou's eyes, he had rely played a minor joke on the half-dead Gao Jian.
Since Gao Jian himself had no objections, the others naturally didn't dare to raise any.
The clever onlookers had already parsed the underlying truth—the Town Guardian Cultivator hadn't uttered a single word up until now!
Gao Jian's lackeys felt their legs tremble with fear upon hearing Wang Xianzhou's second question.
They hadn't bullied the two brothers, but they were still terrified.
Calling Gao Jian 'little Gao,' hailing from the Wang Clan, and casually disregarding the dignity of the Town Guardian Cultivator...
This person was likely the legendary executioner of the Wang Clan, Wang Xianzhou.
"Of course no one has bullied us, grand-uncle. We always keep the clan rules in mind and only strive to be kind to others," Yulou replied obediently, completely at ease. He was naturally very familiar with his grand-uncle Xianzhou.
Achieving fa as a young genius, he had beco a disciple of a great sect during his Qi Refining days. Through excellence in magical combat, he had been selected as an Immortal Alliance Emissary, slaying two Foundation Establishnt cultivators during his tenure.
Had it not been for a spiritual duel that damaged his Dao foundation, he would have reached Foundation Establishnt long ago, and might have even had a chance to open a Purple Palace.
Both Wang Xianhe and Wang Xianzhou had been barred from progressing further due to damaged Dao foundations.
The forr withered away early after achieving Foundation Establishnt, while the latter remained trapped in the Qi Refining stage for the rest of his life.
Of course, Wang Xianmao had also been a young genius, just as Wang Yulou was now.
The Wang Clan never lacked geniuses, for they knew how to nurture their descendants. Those seemingly ridiculous yet admirable clan rules had refined Yu'an step by step from an impulsive boy into a grounded individual.
A talent of seventy percent potential, under the cultivation of the Wang Clan, had the chance to beco a one-hundred-percent genius.
A fifty-percent diocrity, such as Wang Rongsheng or Chen Luwan, could also perform with the effectiveness of a seventy-percent talent.
The regrets of these two clan seniors were the necessary price the Wang Clan had to pay to preserve its legacy and expand within this brutal cultivation world.
Such a price seed avoidable on the surface, but in reality, it was inevitable.
Without Wang Xianhe, perhaps Wang Xianmao would have beco the sacrifice.
Without Wang Xianzhou, the one to beco the sacrifice might have been another son of the Wang Clan.
After all, wherever there were people and interests, conflict would never be absent.
Hearing Yulou's reply, Wang Xianzhou gave no explicit approval. Instead, his gaze swept over the cultivators surrounding him.
All who t his eyes lowered their heads in submission.
"Hahaha! Good, then let us depart."
Saying this, he lightly kicked Gao Jian, laughing as he scolded, "Little Gao, stop playing dead. I'm not going to kill you!"
Stepping onto Wang Xianzhou's flying chariot, Yu'an's face flushed slightly with excitent.
Grand-uncle Xianzhou's grand display of power suited his tastes perfectly. To be a cultivator ant becoming a presence exactly like grand-uncle Xianzhou!
Yulou, however, remained calm. He knew that the Patriarch had already received his letter.
In the end, little Gao never got up. Wang Xianzhou gave Wang Rongsheng a nod, glanced once more toward the Guardian Cultivator's Manor, and then drove the flying chariot away.
His Mirror-Silver Orchidwood Flying Chariot was a high-grade artifact, possessing an inherent spiritual light that disrupted divine sense. Once activated, it flew with fierce speed and power, making it a peak-tier high-grade artifact capable of charging straight through enemy formations.
Watching the brilliant spiritual light blazing across the sky, Wang Rongsheng could only smile helplessly.
He stepped forward to help Gao Jian up, intending to offer a few words, but Gao Jian simply turned and walked away without looking back.
Humiliating!
Too humiliating!
How could he face such disgrace!
Despite both being at the peak of the Qi Refining stage, Wang Xianzhou handled him as easily as one might handle a re chicken.
That Gao Jian didn't burst into tears showed he was already quite resilient.
anwhile, inside the Guardian Cultivator's Manor.
Mu Changze was enjoying tea with his daughter.
The Gu family knew their place well, having sent over a fresh batch of grade-eight tea.
"Father, is the Wang Clan testing us?"
The young girl extended her delicate hand, gently lifting the purple clay teapot. The pristine water from the Clear Stream spiritual spring traced a transparent arc through the air, pouring smoothly into the purple clay cup.
As the spiritual water and spiritual tea lded, a crisp fragrance suffused the entire room.
"Unlikely. Wang Xianmao wouldn't resort to such testing."
Neither of them felt that their dignity had been damaged. Respect was sothing one earned for oneself; once established, it wasn't sothing others could strip away so easily.
Furthermore, even if the Wang Clan truly intended to slap Mu Changze in the face, Mu Changze wouldn't imdiately cry out in protest.
Everyone involved possessed a deep background. Tearing away all pretense would only lead to mutual embarrassnt; no one would truly erge victorious.
Thus, choosing to turn a blind eye was the finest strategy.
"Is this person soone special?"
The young girl was of a similar age to Yulou, but she was not a mber of the Wang Clan and had trained inside a grotto-heaven since childhood, leaving her completely ignorant of Wang Xianzhou's past.
Mu Changze set down his teacup and explained.
"Among the brothers-in-arms he shared life-and-death bonds with during his ti in the Immortal Alliance, so have already beco core disciples of major sects, while others have advanced to beco Foundation Establishnt emissaries. Every single one of them has a good chance of reaching the Purple Palace realm.
That is why he does not fear . Of course, I don't care either. He doesn't have much longer to live anyway, so let him have his mont of arrogance!"
No matter how wild and domineering Wang Xianzhou acted, his era was rapidly drawing to a close.
Lifespan was an inescapable destiny bestowed upon every living creature by heaven and earth. Cultivators walked against heaven's will, bitterly scaling the path of cultivation.
Wang Xianzhou no longer possessed any possibility of taking a step further; his era would soon face its final curtain.
Mu Changze, on the other hand, still possessed more than two centuries of lifespan. Why would he let his thoughts be troubled by a dying man?
He was nothing more than a pile of rotting bones!
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"Grand-uncle, have we perhaps taken a wrong turn? Furthermore, keeping this flying chariot constantly active... isn't it overly draining on your spiritual energy?" Yulou carefully reminded him.
The Wang Clan maintained a rule: Qi Refining descendants were forbidden from flying!
Although Wang Rongyuan hadn't taken this clan rule seriously, he had only done so at the ti to bait an enemy.
"Haha, no need to be so tense, Yulou. I hear you've been doing quite well for yourself in Clear Stream Market?"
Wang Xianzhou paid absolutely no heed to Yulou's warning. He was a man who had attempted Foundation Establishnt four tis. Though he had failed to break through, his spiritual energy reserves were more than triple those of an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator.
Moreover, he was a top-tier master of magical combat. Let alone making a grand display, even if an ordinary Foundation Establishnt cultivator crossed his path, Wang Xianzhou wouldn't harbor the slightest fear.
"Not at all, I have rely perford my duties."
In the presence of this living legend of the Wang Clan, Yulou behaved as obediently as a newly weaned babe.
"Very well, keep your humility. However, we are indeed taking a detour. Look to the west—that is Wondrous Peak Mountain."
Wondrous Peak Mountain lay to the west of Clear Stream Market, situated precisely between Clear Stream Market and Hidden Dragon Market.
Yulou turned his head, noting the majestic spiritual mountain rising at the edge of the sky, its mid-section blanketed by layers of milky-white clouds.
Above the cloud line rested the sect grounds of Wondrous Peak Mountain. Bathed in the midday sun, the glazed roof tiles reflected a brilliant golden light.
Viewed from afar, the entire mountain seed adorned with golden pavilions.
A Purple Palace realm sect truly commanded such magnificent grandeur; it was no wonder they had managed to utterly crush Huishan Prefecture in the past.
Had they not bled their own sect disciples so severely, how could they have fallen into their current state of embarrassnt?
"Clan uncle, our reason for coming here is..." Yulou inquired.
Wang Family Mountain lay to the south of Clear Stream Market, while Wondrous Peak Mountain lay to the west. Wang Xianzhou had traveled these paths frequently and could not have lost his way.
"We are going to the front lines where the Valley Spirit Sect and Wondrous Peak Mountain are clashing, just to show them a little sothing!
Abbess Kongshan of Wondrous Peak Mountain has approached the Patriarch multiple tis, hoping our Wang Clan would help them hold the line, yet she remains unwilling to part with any decent treasures.
Hmph, I am close to death anyway, so I might as well put what remains of my life to good use. Let them understand that the pride of the Wang Clan of Anbei Kingdom cannot be bought with a few pieces of scrap!"
With those words, Wang Xianzhou tightened his grip on the front shaft of the flying chariot. The speed of the Mirror-Silver Orchidwood Flying Chariot surged once more, generating a visible sonic boom in the air.
Flying in this manner for nearly three hundred li, traces of magical combat gradually began to appear on the ground below.
These were Qi Refining stage cultivators engaged in battle; the Valley Spirit Sect and Wondrous Peak Mountain had not yet completely lost all restraint.
Soone noticed the white flash across the sky and cried out in joy.
"A Foundation Establishnt senior from our Wondrous Peak Mountain has co to reinforce us! Fellow Daoists, counterattack with !"
"Curse your ancestors to the eighteenth generation! You people from Wondrous Peak Mountain launched a sneak attack! We will report this to the Immortal Alliance!" ca the furious roar of a Valley Spirit Sect cultivator.
However, Wang Xianzhou up in the sky had absolutely no intention of intervening.
He channeled his spiritual energy, and though the chariot's speed didn't increase further, the radiating spiritual light expanded drastically, making him look even more like a genuine Foundation Establishnt cultivator.
An epiphany struck Yulou, and he instantly understood.
Grand-uncle was tricking... no, he was rely traveling in a perfectly standard manner.
Naturally, if any brainless Foundation Establishnt cultivator from the Valley Spirit Sect dared to attack, they would surely be harboring malicious intent, attempting to bully the weak with a higher realm!
Yes, that had to be it.
"Grand-uncle, if a Foundation Establishnt cultivator actually attacks, we will be in grave danger," Yulou thought it over and offered a reminder anyway.
"There are no 'ifs.' It would be stranger if they didn't attack, but you have nothing to fear.
Relax. Just consider this an opportunity I am providing for you to broaden your horizons. Staying cooped up in Clear Stream Market all day will do you no good!
Besides, I may be old, but I am not dead yet. Hahaha!"
Wang Xianzhou laughed heartily, his reply filled with bold defiance.
Age had ravaged his body, and youth was a distant mory.
His once-dark hair had turned entirely white.
His skin had begun to show the distinct wrinkles of old age.
He had attempted Foundation Establishnt four tis, and failed every ti.
It was a regret, yet perhaps not entirely a regret.
In this lifeti, he had once competed on the sa stage against the most brilliant geniuses of Wunan and erged victorious.
Later, he had entered the Immortal Alliance, traveling twenty thousand li across Wunan and slaying two Foundation Establishnt cultivators while still in the Qi Refining stage.
Therefore, his regrets were few.
Ti and destiny could not break the grand spirit with which he walked the world.
A withered fra could not contain a proud, unyielding soul.
The brilliant youth of the Wang Clan from years past, Wang Xianzhou, was still alive!
Even now, as his life approached its absolute end, he remained that sa proud youth.
He stubbornly refused to grant Mu Changze any face. Mu Changze might understand, or he might not, but he simply did not care.
He only knew that he wasn't dead yet, and he was still capable of battle!
The flying chariot tore across the front lines of the battlefield between the Purple Palace sects, leaving a white vapor trail across the sky.
The white flash in the heavens was the pride of the strongest genius of the Wang Clan's previous generation!
Which of the Valley Spirit Sect's Foundation Establishnt cultivators would step forward to et their end?
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