Chapter 69: The Clan Background Handed Down by the Old Ancestor |
His explosive aura was extremely impressive, surpassing the aura he had seen on Master Qian’s body earlier by several degrees.
It was very clear that Wang Xiaohan’s physique had a deep foundation, accumulated over time.
However, due to past failures, his will had become too discouraged, and he was content with guarding his 20-acre spirit field until old age.
"Heh heh~" Wang Shoujie ignored his aura and anger, speaking calmly, "Liu Clan’s Liu Shenghao, Zhao Clan’s Zhao Daoyuan. These two names, Sixth Grandfather isn’t unfamiliar with them, right?"
Wang Xiaohan was shocked, and gradually restrained his aura, returning to his old farmer’s appearance, his expression solemn. "Both of them have walked the Path to the Spirit Realm Stage, and there are rumors that they will attempt to break through to the Spirit Realm within five years or so. They are the biggest trouble for our family."
"But you don’t need to worry too much, Sixth Grandfather. Once I marry Liu Clan’s thousand-gold daughter and have children, the Liu Clan, with their three Spirit Realm ancestors, will definitely think of a way to protect us. Our family just needs to hold on until then, and we’ll be able to stand firm." (Not talking about Ping’an Liu Clan.)
The three Spirit Realm ancestors of the Liu Clan, and the blood relationship with the Wang Clan, were very deep, especially with Liu Xuanfu, who had developed greatly in the Purple Palace Academy over the years. Her strength was likely to have reached an unfathomable level. Moreover, she was also a cousin of Ancestor Longyan.
Wang Shoujie analyzed that Sixth Elder Wang Xiaohan was a typical example of someone who, after failing to break through, had a self-blaming and escapist mentality, not daring to take on any responsibility. This type of person was very common in modern society, such as entrepreneurs who had failed and lost confidence, becoming disheartened and never recovering.
The best way to deal with such people was to cut off all their hopes, severing the last straw they clung to psychologically.
"If I were the head of the Liu or Zhao Clan, once our family had two Spirit Realm ancestors, I would definitely hide this fact and look for an opportunity to secretly take action, killing Wang Shoujie during the mourning period." Wang Shoujie spoke calmly, "I and the Liu Clan’s thousand-gold daughter only have a marriage agreement, and even if the Liu Clan feels ashamed and angry, they probably won’t help me take revenge."
He was very clear that whether it was the Liu or Zhao Clan, they viewed him, Wang Shoujie, as a thorn in their eye. They didn’t dare to act now, but it was only because the timing wasn’t right, or they couldn’t bear Ancestor Longyan’s crazy revenge.
If one family had two Spirit Realm ancestors working together, what would they fear from Ancestor Longyan’s half-hearted revenge?
Of course, they would rather wait for Ancestor Longyan to collapse on his own, which would be less risky.
But how long could they wait? No one knew.
Once a family had a second ancestor, their morale would greatly increase, and their ambition would inevitably start to stir.
"How is this possible, how is this possible?" Wang Xiaohan’s face was filled with shock and despair, seeing Wang Shoujie as the last hope for the family.
If he died, the Wang Clan would truly be finished.
"As long as you’re willing to invest resources and accelerate your cultivation progress, it’s a normal choice." Wang Shoujie drank his tea lightly, "If I were the head of the Liu or Zhao Clan, I would make the same choice. Using smoke to confuse the enemy and secretly exerting effort is just a common tactic."
"Too ruthless, too ruthless!" Wang Xiaohan’s whole body trembled, but his eyes gradually became determined. He suddenly stood up, "For now, we have no choice but to sell our family’s precious treasures and exchange them for a Heavenly Spirit Pill. Your Sixth Grandfather, must risk his life to break through to the Spirit Realm again, hoping that Ancestor Zouxuan will bless our Wang Clan. I, Wang Xiaohan, will restart my journey on the Path to the Spirit Realm Stage, and if I don’t succeed, I’ll die trying!"
His posture was straight, like a towering mountain, and his aura of decline and decadence dispersed completely, fearless of success or failure. This 65-year-old man had finally stood up again, just like before, shouldering all the burdens.
Precious treasures?
Wang Shoujie slightly doubted, "Could it be that Sixth Grandfather means to sell the Zhouxuan Sword? That’s Ancestor Zouxuan’s only heirloom, currently enshrined in the ancestral hall. If that’s sold, regardless of success or failure, our family’s soul will be drained."
"Of course not, the Zhouxuan Sword is a symbol of our family’s foundation, how could we sell it?" At this time, Wang Xiaohan’s entire body was emitting a sharp aura, which had been suppressed for nearly 20 years.
But at the moment of life and death for the family, this sharp aura, which was thought to have been ground down, was finally unleashed, making Wang Shoujie feel a faint sense of fear. He was indeed worthy of being called the Sixth Elder, someone who had once attempted to break through to the Spirit Realm.
"Our Ping’an Wang Clan, after all, was founded by Ancestor Zouxuan with his own two hands. It’s a foundation that’s deeply rooted and can’t be compared to those traitorous families of servants’ origins like the Liu Clan and Zhao Clan." Wang Xiaohan said confidently, with his hands behind his back. "Although we’ve declined and been dormant for a while, our foundation is still much deeper than theirs."
Wang Xiaohan had experienced the rebellion incident back then and naturally harbored a deep hatred towards the Liu Clan and Zhao Clan, even though they were only affiliated families and not servants.
Did our family still have hidden depths?
This made Wang Shoujie even more determined. His father, Wang Dingyue, had gone out to seek opportunities and died, which was probably just a cover story. Even he, as the son, was kept in the dark, and his mother was likely also deceived.
"Don’t blame me, I originally wanted to wait until you came to Xingsheng Farm and then take you to see it for yourself," Wang Xiaohan apologized. "It’s just that you’ve been too busy lately, and we didn’t have the chance."
Wang Shoujie didn’t mind, as he was just a junior member of the family and couldn’t possibly know everything. Moreover, family secrets and hidden depths were the more, the better. He wouldn’t mind having ten or eight hidden aces up his sleeve.
This way, the pressure on him as the Patriarch would be greatly reduced, and it wouldn’t be bad to live a comfortable life like a salted fish.
Wang Xiaohan led him around the 20-acre spirit field, crossing the clear and flowing Spirit Spring, and opened a hidden door disguised as a rock on the mountain slope.
After entering, they found that both sides were like knife-edged cliffs, with only a narrow and winding path leading to the end. Following Wang Xiaohan through the narrow path, the scenery suddenly opened up. This was a secret paradise-like place, with a large area of sunlight shining through the hole above, illuminating the hidden inner cave.
The internal environment wasn’t very large, only about 1,000 square meters, roughly the size of two acres. However, the family had built a separate Spirit Gathering Array, which was a two-acre spirit field emitting a misty aura.
These two acres of spirit field, judging from the concentration of spiritual energy, far exceeded the 20-acre spirit field outside. And what was planted here wasn’t the traditional White Jade Spirit Rice, but a precious spirit medicine!!!
"These two acres of spirit field are actually Mid-Grade Spiritual Fields?" Even Wang Shoujie couldn’t help but be slightly surprised.
"That’s right," Wang Xiaohan said with a hint of pride on his face. "When Ancestor Zouxuan opened up Xingsheng Farm, he discovered this hidden, independent mountain valley, which was also the starting point of a small spiritual vein. He then worked with several family members to expand and excavate the area, spending a huge amount of money to build an array and divert the Spirit Spring, and after much effort, they finally created these two acres of spirit field. Through long-term nurturing with a separate Spirit Gathering Array, it gradually became two acres of Mid-Grade Spiritual Field."
Spirit medicine mostly grew in spiritual veins and spirit holes, and after long-term spiritual nurturing, they would gradually form the effects of herbal essence. The more spiritual energy a place had, the higher the growth rate of spirit medicine.
In short, Wang Shoujie had never encountered spirit medicine in the wild before.
"Look, this is a ten-year-old Purple Leaf He Shou, which was planted ten years ago. This is a 20-year-old, 30-year-old, and 50-year-old one," Sixth Grandfather Wang Xiaohan pointed to the planned spirit field, which was divided into five grids of different sizes, each planted with Purple Leaf He Shou of different ages.
The older the Purple Leaf He Shou, the larger the area it occupied.
Wang Shoujie knew that Purple Leaf He Shou was a common and easily cultivated root-type spirit medicine. Once it grew to 50 years old, it could be used to make medicine and refine pills.
The main material for the famous Minor Nourishing Pill was 50-year-old Purple Leaf He Shou.
One 50-year-old Purple Leaf He Shou weighed about one pound, and with other auxiliary materials, it could be refined into five to ten Minor Nourishing Pills. Less than five pills would be considered immature, and more than ten pills would be considered a master alchemist.
However, the profit from refining Minor Nourishing Pills was relatively low, and few master alchemists would bother to refine them.
Therefore, if they sold 50-year-old Purple Leaf He Shou, its value would usually be around 50 gold coins. Alchemists would generally consider breaking even at six pills, and from the seventh pill onwards, they would start making a profit.
"This one acre of land is rotated every ten years, and every ten years, our family will have a batch of 50-year-old Purple Leaf He Shou mature," Wang Xiaohan said proudly. "On average, we can harvest 80 mature Purple Leaf He Shou every ten years."
Eighty?
Wang Shoujie was secretly shocked. That wasn’t equivalent to selling for around 4,000 gold coins? This was a huge income.
And this was just the yield of one acre of Mid-Grade Spiritual Field.