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“I’m not doing this for myself, it’s for you, and for the Zhang family,” the white-haired old man declared with conviction.
Zhang Ruochen paused, asking, “What do you mean?”
“The Zhang family is on the brink of extinction—don’t you know that? Of the three unfilial acts, having no heirs is the greatest, as one of the few remaining males of the Zhang family, your top priority is to carry on the lineage, produce offspring, and strengthen the family’s legacy, fortunately, your bloodline is exceptional, your descendants are bound to be dragons and phoenixes among men.”
“Originally, I saw you surrounded by beauties, all of decent quality, and thought you had high awareness—I was quite pleased.”
“But after observing for so long, you haven’t touched a single one, are you trying to drive me to my grave?”
The old man berated Zhang Ruochen, shaking his head and sighing, looking utterly exasperated.
A female saint named Qian Yue retrieved a saintly robe, inspecting it closely, she indeed found a special powder on it, dipping her finger into it, the powder instantly melded into her skin.
Immediately, her finger itched unbearably, and strange changes stirred within her body.
A flush rose on Qian Yue’s face, she bit her lip, nodding at Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen rubbed his temples, “You old fossil, you can concoct an evil drug that affects saints—quite the skill!”
“Not just saints, it works on Saint Kings too, if you want some, I’ll refine a big batch, give you a sack to carry around—use it whenever you like,” the white-haired old man grinned smugly.
Zhang Ruochen channelled mental power into the Yi Huang Bone Staff, transforming it into a black skeleton, attacking the old man with full force.
Simultaneously, he drew eighteen Heaven-Burning Earth-Refining Array Flags, sealing off the surrounding area.
“Old coot, stop playing mad and foolish, who are you really? What’s your purpose in infiltrating King Mountain?” Zhang Ruochen used spatial shifts and capture saint techniques, but each time, he was a fraction too slow to grab the old man.
Suddenly, the white-haired old man stopped fleeing, standing still, roaring, “Fine, I’ll tell you the truth, I’m actually the Zhang family’s guardian, for 100,000 years, generation after generation, we’ve lived in King Mountain, protecting the tombs of the Zhang ancestors.”
Zhang Ruochen’s brows knitted tightly, “Nonsense, the Zhang family only established Yunwu Commandery over 400 years ago—where’s this 100,000-year history?”
“Pah, ignorant child.”
The old man said, “By your logic, 400 years ago, the Zhang ancestors just popped into existence? Jumped out of a rock? You should know, anyone alive today can trace their lineage back millions of years.”
Zhang Ruochen had to admit, the old man’s words held some logic.
“Your cultivation must far exceed a Ninth-Step Saint King of the Minor Rule Heaven realm, right?” Zhang Ruochen asked.
The old man puffed out his chest, “So what if it does?”
“The Zhang family is just a small clan, producing even a Fish-Dragon Realm cultivator is a stretch—how could they have a Saint King guardian?” Zhang Ruochen said.
The old man’s eyes widened, “Aren’t you a Saint King?”
“I…” Zhang Ruochen began.
The old man cut him off, “The Zhang family has indeed declined, but in the Middle Ages, it was gloriously prosperous, with clansmen across Kunlun Realm, a thriving population, geniuses aplenty… hmm, the key is the thriving population.”
His eyes gleamed as he spoke.
Zhang Ruochen didn’t believe a word, “No matter how prosperous, could it compare to the Zhang family of the Central Region?”
“Heh, kid, you’ve hit the nail on the head, the Central Region Zhang family is a branch of ours, their ancestral land is right here,” the old man pointed at the ground beneath his feet, boasting shamelessly.
Zhang Ruochen wanted to thrash him but restrained himself, “With your extraordinary strength, why toy with a bunch of juniors? Leave King Mountain now, and I’ll pretend nothing happened.”
The old man waved his hands frantically, “I can’t leave King Mountain, if I step out, I’ll be found.”
Was he planning to shamelessly stay?
Zhang Ruochen communicated mentally with Ji Fanxin, “This man’s cultivation is unfathomably deep, likely ill-intentioned, I hope Fairy can lend me a hand to take him down.”
Whether the old man overheard or not, his shifty eyes landed on Ji Fanxin, lighting up as he praised, “Not bad, not bad, an Illuminating Divine Lotus that’s cultivated a flawless physique, exceptional constitution, as beautiful as a fairy, if she became a Zhang family wife, our descendants’ looks wouldn’t disappoint, might even produce a few heaven-defying prodigies.”
With that, he lunged towards Ji Fanxin.
“Careful,” Zhang Ruochen warned.
Ji Fanxin was ready, extending a snow-white, crystalline hand, pointing forward.
Instantly, petals materialised out of thin air, forming a spinning pink petal array, radiating astonishing saintly power.
“Boom.”
The old man smashed through the petal array, closing in on Ji Fanxin.
As Ji Fanxin reeled in shock, she saw him scatter a handful of white powder her way, then turn tail and flee like a wild hare into the forest.
“Zhang Ruochen, this is all the help I can give you!” his voice echoed from the woods.
“Help your uncle.”
Zhang Ruochen nearly swore aloud, using a spatial shift to chase into the forest.
But once the old man entered the trees, he vanished instantly, his aura untraceable.
After multiple fruitless searches, Zhang Ruochen returned, disheartened.
“Fairy, did that old creep get you?” he asked.
Ji Fanxin’s lovely face bore a strange expression, she nodded lightly, “The white powder he threw was odd, it slipped through my protective saint qi and burrowed into my body, though I dodged most of it, there shouldn’t be major harm, find me a quiet spot, I’ll use the Illuminating Nether Fire to refine it.”
“Alright.”
Zhang Ruochen valued Ji Fanxin as an ally and didn’t want this incident to strain their bond.
In King Mountain, an 800-li-long saint lake had formed.
Ji Fanxin slowly untied her belt, shedding her white robe, revealing a flawless, exquisite figure—creamy skin, full curves, a slender waist, taut, straight legs—then stepped into the saint lake, sinking into the water.
Soon, vibrant flowers bloomed across the lake’s surface, their fragrance intoxicating, a stunning sight, attracting countless birds, butterflies, and bees, as if guarding their fairy.
Zhang Ruochen stood with his back turned, guarding the shore, wary of that perverted old man.
Fortunately, this time, the old man didn’t show.
Half a day later, night fell, the sky filled with countless stars, like grains of sand in the Ganges.
“Swish.”
Ripples spread across the saint lake, Ji Fanxin’s breathtaking form emerged slowly, like a lotus rising from water, pure and captivating, otherworldly in grace.
Stepping barefoot across the water towards Zhang Ruochen’s back, she dressed herself in her white robe without hesitation.
“Zhang Ruochen, you can turn around now,” Ji Fanxin said.
Zhang Ruochen turned, gazing at Ji Fanxin standing under starlight amid a sea of flowers, her damp hair clinging to her, water droplets rolling down her skin, her beauty was staggering, breathtaking.
“No wonder they call you the Hundred Flowers Fairy, even I’m nearly swayed by your charm,” Zhang Ruochen laughed.
Ji Fanxin could see only admiration and appreciation in his eyes.
“I’ve refined the drug that invaded my body, I must say, that old man is a formidable figure—we’ll need to be extra cautious of him,” Ji Fanxin said.
Zhang Ruochen looked up at the starry sky, murmuring, “Stars without a moon…”
“What are you thinking?” Ji Fanxin asked.
Zhang Ruochen said, “Actually, near Yunwu Commandery, there’s another awakened land, stranger and far more dangerous than King Mountain, but the saint herbs it produces can directly increase a cultivator’s saintly rules.”
“Oh? Isn’t that akin to the saint herbs of the God-Sealing Platform?” Ji Fanxin’s interest piqued.
“Exactly.”
Moments later, Zhang Ruochen and Ji Fanxin rode the Golden-Stepped Dragon Carriage, speeding towards Luoshui.
Rather than waiting for divine stones in King Mountain, they’d harvest saint herbs in Luoshui—if they found a great opportunity, it might propel a breakthrough.
Many cultivators knew a starlit, moonless night was the ideal time to enter Luoshui’s depths, so when Zhang Ruochen and Ji Fanxin reached the Luoshui shore, it was already teeming with cultivators.
Zhang Ruochen donned a mask, Ji Fanxin restrained her aura, altering her appearance, though still beautiful, it was far less striking than her true form.
Clearly, she didn’t want to be recognised.
“Cloud Ship.”
A man with fiery red hair exhaled, forming a cloud shaped like a ship, he boarded it, speeding towards Luoshui’s depths.
A tiger clan Saint King with scaled wings spread them and flew off, vanishing into the misty white fog over the water.
“Seems many cultivators know Luoshui is an awakened land, rushing here to claim it,” Zhang Ruochen said quietly.
Ji Fanxin replied, “These cultivators are no threat, the real contenders for an awakened land are them.”
Following Ji Fanxin’s jade finger, Zhang Ruochen’s gaze landed on a saint ship carved from white jade, a banner fluttering atop it bore the words “Emperor Ancestor.”
“The Emperor Ancestor Divine Dynasty has sent cultivators to Luoshui,” Zhang Ruochen said, surprised.
The Emperor Ancestor Divine Dynasty was one of the three divine dynasties of the Imperial Dao Great World, a top-100 cosmic powerhouse, ranking higher than Ji Fanxin’s Thousand Pistil Realm.
A boy dressed as a page emerged from the white jade saint ship, calling to the shore, “The Emperor Ancestor Divine Dynasty’s white jade saint ship can withstand all dangers in Luoshui, for just 1,000 saint stones, you can board and join us into the deep waters of Luoshui.”
