Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1351: Chapter 867: Aren’t You Envious That I Own a Grotto Heaven?

Inside the cave.

Xuanzhen gazed at the surging Blood Pool, his eyes filled with apprehension and worry.

The Blood Pool now seemed like a berserk beast, sending waves of blood spreading in all directions. Its sinister aura felt substantial, filling the spacious cave, and even the White Bone Pillar in the middle emitted creaking sounds, as if something inside was about to come to life.

Xuanzhen couldn’t sense the Ten Thousand Ghost Blood Jade, thus he was unclear about the situation within the Blood Pool; he could only see the turbulent scene before him, making him excessively worried.

At this moment, Yang Zhenshan’s figure suddenly appeared beside him, startling him.

“Who?”

“It’s me!” Yang Zhenshan said in a deep voice.

Xuanzhen scrutinized Yang Zhenshan; it was the first time he had seen Yang Zhenshan since they made contact.

Although he had seen Yang Zhenshan last time in Cloud Abyss Valley, at that time Yang Zhenshan was wearing a black robe and had covered his face, so Xuanzhen hadn’t seen his appearance.

Now, Yang Zhenshan was dressed in a Green Pine Magic Robe and adorned with a Jade Crown, his face was square and ruddy, possessing an aura of mysticism and nobility.

“You look even more like a Taoist than I do!” Xuanzhen teased.

“Haha, I am now a True Man!” Yang Zhenshan chuckled lightly.

A True Man is undoubtedly a Taoism term, but in the Cultivation World, anyone who reaches the Foundation Establishment Stage is called a True Man, regardless of their faith in Taoism.

“Let’s go, this place is not suitable for a prolonged stay!” Yang Zhenshan said.

“Wait, you go handle those small fry, I’ll go fetch some things!” Seeing Yang Zhenshan appear, Xuanzhen realized Yang Zhenshan had succeeded, thus he wasn’t in a hurry and darted into a nearby chamber like a swimming fish.

Yang Zhenshan, naturally, did not hold back. He released his Spiritual Sense, flashing around and taking lives.

There were many Blood Puppets here, none of them reaching the Golden Body Realm, presumably brought by Mo Xuanyu to handle trivial matters.

Yang Zhenshan dealt with them as if he were cutting through gourds and vegetables, slaying most of these Blood Puppets in just a few breaths.

Whether these Blood Puppets had grievances was meaningless now.

Because the Blood Puppets were no longer living beings; they had been refined by Mo Xuanyu into blood corpse puppets, retaining only their previous consciousness and wisdom.

A moment later, Yang Zhenshan returned to the Blood Pool, where blood waves were still raging, filled with Yin Souls, as if countless ghosts were trapped within the Blood Pool, desperate to escape.

Seeing this, Yang Zhenshan frowned slightly.

Xuanzhen also returned but paid no attention to Yang Zhenshan; instead, he flew forward directly towards the charred ancient scroll.

“What are you doing?” Yang Zhenshan asked.

“Taking these things away, so Mo Xuanyu can’t use them to harm others again!” Xuanzhen explained briefly, reaching out to store the ancient scroll in his Storage Bag.

Yet he didn’t stop, running to the three White Bone Pillars, intending to store them in the Storage Bag as well.

“Come over, my Storage Bag can’t fit them!”

Xuanzhen tried, finding the Storage Bag couldn’t hold the items, thus he spoke to Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan pondered for a moment, then flew forward, waving his hand to toss the White Bone Pillars to the northern region of the Spirit Source Land.

These objects were quite sinister; he didn’t actually want to meddle with them, but Xuanzhen was right—leaving them here would undoubtedly allow Mo Xuanyu to continue using them to harm people. It’s better to throw them into the Spirit Source Land and deal with them later.

The three White Bone Pillars vanished, suddenly triggering a dull rumbling sound within the cave.

“This cave is going to collapse!” Yang Zhenshan came to Xuanzhen’s side, grabbed him, and vanished.

The next instant, they appeared on a barren mountain peak in the northern part of the Spirit Source Land.

Xuanzhen felt somewhat puzzled by this abrupt change of location.

“Where is this?”

He looked at the surrounding mountain forest and then glanced at the Pill Furnace not far away, burning with golden flames.

“My territory, the Spirit Source Land!” Yang Zhenshan said with a faint smile.

“Spirit Source Land?” Xuanzhen contemplated, “This is the secret you’ve been hiding?”

He had speculated about Yang Zhenshan’s secret for a long time.

At the time when Yang Zhenshan was Marquis Jing’an of Da Rong, he suspected Yang Zhenshan possessed some treasure.

Back then, Yang Zhenshan had produced quite a few good items like wines, teas, royal jelly, and so forth.

However, at the time, he didn’t delve deeply into it, as there was no need; he was already among the strongest people in Da Rong, and the things Yang Zhenshan held were at most novelties, not things he coveted.

“Yes, the Spirit Source Land—you can consider it as a Grotto Heaven. You know about Grotto Heavens, right?” Yang Zhenshan said casually.

“I’ve heard about them; they’re said to be a small world!”

“Almost. This Grotto Heaven belongs to me!” Yang Zhenshan carefully observed Xuanzhen’s expression.

However, Xuanzhen’s reaction surprised him.

Xuanzhen didn’t show any envy or jealousy upon learning that Yang Zhenshan possessed a Grotto Heaven; his reaction was very calm, as though Yang Zhenshan owned something quite ordinary.

“Aren’t you envious that I have a Grotto Heaven?” Yang Zhenshan was somewhat unsure due to Xuanzhen’s reaction.

Xuanzhen rolled his eyes, “What’s there to be envious about!”

“Isn’t it worth envying?”

“Is it worth envying?”

The two of them stared at each other wide-eyed. Xuanzhen stroked his beard and asked, “Can the Grotto Heaven boost cultivation?”

Yang Zhenshan paused, “It can’t directly boost, but it can cultivate many Spiritual Objects!”