Chapter 1247 - 12: Terrifying! The Wang Family’s Intensifying Internal Competition

That scene instantly stunned everyone present.

Especially some of the younger people, who cast envious, worshipful looks his way. That was a Lingxu Cultivator—aside from the few True Immortals and True Demons in this world, they were the giants standing at its very peak.

And faced with the blazing heavenly might of Jiang Zhencang, who seemed like a god descending to the mortal world, Master Yunyang chickened out in a split second. His expression changed faster than a face-changing opera performer as he rushed forward and dropped to his knees in a bow, old eyes brimming with tears: "Master, this time when your disciple traveled through the Immortal Dynasty, I went through countless hardships and dangers, wandering the edge of life and death time and time again. Every time I encountered a crisis, your years of earnest teachings would always echo in my heart."

"Yunyang, this long path of the Cultivator is about cultivating your true heart and refining your will."

This? Jiang Zhencang’s expression froze for a moment. Had he ever said that?

Fine, fine. He’d taken in quite a few disciples in his life and said far too many things; he might as well take it as something he’d said. At the very least, Yunyang’s attitude did make him feel somewhat gratified.

"You, your mindset just can’t stay relaxed. You’re always getting hung up on trivial things. Back then, who knows over what you stormed off to Longzuo Academy?" Jiang Zhencang frowned slightly and said, "Forget it, forget it. No matter what, you’ve finally come through the hardship and stepped into the Divine Power Realm."

On this matter, Jiang Zhencang was quite pleased as well. He had originally come from the Taiyi Golden Yang Lineage; after becoming a Saint Son he switched to cultivating the [Lingyun Treasure Manual], so naturally he paid close attention to this lineage.

It was just that the fate of the Taiyi Golden Yang Lineage had been ill-starred; two generations of Divine Power Realm Peak Masters had fallen one after another on the Outer Domain Battlefield.

Later, among a new generation, the Taiyi Golden Yang Lineage produced two fairly decent disciples. Jiang Zhencang, intending to support this lineage, took both Langya and Yunyang in as disciples.

However, Langya mainly cultivated the Taiyi Geng Metal Sword within the Taiyi Golden Sun True Technique, entering the True Technique via the Sword Dao. Yunyang, on the other hand, had a Fire Element-leaning attribute, so he focused on cultivating the Taiyi Jiyang Palm.

In Jiang Zhencang’s view, the Taiyi Golden Yang Lineage was the most formidable among the Nine Sacred Veins of the Saint Land. If they could get a disciple with exceptionally outstanding bloodline talent to fuse Geng Metal and Jiyang, they would be able to truly bring out the combat power of the Taiyi Golden Sun True Technique.

And they could keep perfecting the Taiyi Golden Sun True Technique, gradually evolving it to the Treasure Manual Level.

Of course, pushing a Divine Power True Method up into a Lingxu Treasure Manual was by no means simple. It required generation after generation of inheritors to pass the torch and continuously push it forward, slowly carving out a path to the Lingxu Dao.

This?

The conversation between Jiang Zhencang and Master Yunyang also shocked the young people present who had taken the initiative to come. They had never imagined that the two actually had a master–disciple relationship, and the difference between their personalities seemed a bit too big, didn’t it?

Gongyang Strategy was especially astonished. This Elder Yunyang was actually his Martial Uncle? It felt like the contrast between Martial Uncle and his own Master was enormous—they didn’t seem like the same type of people at all.

"Lici, hurry and come pay respects to your Grandmaster." Master Yunyang, afraid his master would get hung up on being called an old ghost, hastily changed the subject.

Then Wang Lici scampered up excitedly and, copying her Master, dropped down in a full kowtow: "Lici pays respects to Grandmaster." Don’t be fooled by this girl’s gluttonous, adorable demeanor—in reality, she was the one who grasped the situation best.

Getting a Lord Lingxu as a Grandmaster for free—wasn’t that expanding her backing and connections out of thin air? Her Master the old man was right: the further a Black Tortoise Cultivator went, the more their network was tested.

As they say, at home you rely on your clan, and when you’re out you rely on your friends—an eternal truth since ancient times.

"So you’re Lici?" Jiang Zhencang’s feelings toward Lici were somewhat complicated. In theory, she was his disciple’s disciple, but Saint Master Jiang had lived three thousand years, and he had more disciples’ disciples than he could count.

What he was currently preoccupied with was making his true heir, Wang Yingxuan, the successor of the Lingyun Sacred Land, and then paving her future path to the Mid-stage and even Late Stage Lingxu Realm.

As long as the plan went smoothly, in two to three thousand years the Lingyun Sacred Land would completely tower over the Yin Sha Sect. With high-end combat power that could take one against two, or even one against three, how could Southern Qin and Western Jin possibly withstand them?

If during this period Qian could further develop and grow, and with the Cold Moon Immortal Dynasty restraining the Red Moon Demon Dynasty, there was a decent chance they could even swallow Southern Qin and Western Jin.

By then...

Daqian would at the very least become a half-step Immortal Dynasty, and the Lingyun Sacred Land would become a half-step Immortal Land as well.

Two to three thousand years sounded very long, but when it came to the rise and fall of a nation’s fortune, what counted as two or three thousand years? By then, it would only be ten thousand years since Daqian’s founding.

Under the "grand plan" in Jiang Zhencang’s heart that brimmed with boldness, he could only offer an apologetic attitude toward the rather pleasing Lici: "Ci’Er girl, your Grandmaster is a bit tight on hand lately. Take this one million Immortal Crystals as your meeting gift, to help you step onto the path of Divine Power sooner."

A million Immortal Crystals wasn’t a small number, but compared to the resources Jiang Zhencang had poured into Wang Yingxuan, it was just a drop in the bucket. In the future, the Nine Veins of the Saint Land would one by one become "tools," all so that Wang Yingxuan could reach Mid-stage or even Late Stage Lingxu.

Wang Lici’s eyes lit up, and her smile bloomed like a flower: "Grandmaster, you really are a wonderful person. No wonder when Master mentions you in private, he always sings your praises." Master was right—connections really were important.

Off to the side, Master Yunyang secretly thought, not good—Ci’Er girl was about to crash the carriage.

Sure enough.

Jiang Zhencang swept his gaze over Yunyang: "Girl, you’re exaggerating. My disciple Yunyang has always been a petty, grudge-holding type, and he left back then in a fit of pique. If he doesn’t secretly complain that I handled things unfairly, that already counts as progress."