Chapter 61: The white swan in the sky—the bold spirit of the previous Wang clan genius

Is Wang Xianzhou fighting a high-ranking official?

No, he’s slapping Mu Chunze’s face!

But strangely, even as Wang Xianzhou began slapping loudly, the garrison cultivator Mu Chunze did not appear.

With his Foundation Establishment cultivation base, and as a Purple Mansion disciple, if he had intervened, Wang Xianzhou would have been finished.

Qingxi Market is under Hong Deng Zhao’s control; Wang Xianzhou violated Qingxi Market’s rules by challenging Hong Deng Zhao’s order.

This is no exaggeration.

For example, Wang Xianzhou breaking the rules is like the Che family’s weakness falling into Wang hands—once reported, whether it’s hundreds of jin or thousands depends entirely on who files the complaint.

If Mu Chunze had any intention, Wang Xianzhou would die—or lose a layer of skin!

Yet even as Qingxi Market erupted in chaos from Wang Xianzhou’s tyrannical actions, Mu Chunze still did not appear.

Wang Rongsheng, with Bai Lu; Hong Mei, with Yulou and Yuan; all saw Wang Xianzhou in the sky.

“Cousin Xianzhou, what are you doing?” Wang Rongsheng stared in shock.

He looked at Gao Jian, lying like a dead dog, then at Wang Xianzhou in the sky—his heart trembled.

Wang Xianzhou retracted his flying chariot and stepped through the air, walking slowly down to the ground.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator’s aerial flight!

Many onlooker cultivators didn’t understand this was a technique; they thought Wang Xianzhou was a Foundation Establishment cultivator and hurriedly called him “Senior,” terrified of drawing the attention of this tyrannical elder.

“Just joking with little Gao, no need to worry. Where are Yulou and Yuan?”

Wang Xianzhou was indeed tyrannical—Mu Chunze sat right inside the garrison cultivator’s residence, yet Wang gave him not an ounce of face; he amplified his voice with spiritual power, making it echo across Qingxi Market.

“Go quickly—your cousin is no ordinary man.”

Hong Mei spoke with bitterness, his heart sour.

“Ancestor, what is this?”

Yulou ran up to Wang Xianzhou, stared at the crowd circling him and Gao Jian on the ground—he was momentarily stunned.

“Haha, just joking with little Gao.”

“Let’s go. We’ve been in Qingxi Market three years—today I’m taking you home.”

“By the way, has anyone in Qingxi Market bullied you?”

In Wang Xianzhou’s eyes, he’d merely played a small joke on the half-dead Gao Jian.

If Gao Jian had no complaint, no one else dared to object.

The astute ones realized—the garrison cultivator still hadn’t spoken a word!

Gao Jian’s lackeys, upon hearing Wang Xianzhou’s second sentence, trembled with fear.

They’d never bullied Yulou and Yuan, but they were terrified.

Calling Gao Jian “little Gao,” a Wang clan member, casually ignoring the garrison cultivator’s face...

This man must be the legendary Wang clan killing god—Wang Xianzhou.

“Naturally, no one has bullied us, Ancestor. We always abide by clan rules and treat others kindly.”

Yulou answered obediently, utterly calm—he knew his cousin Xianzhou Ancestor well.

A child prodigy who rose to fame, after Qi Refining he became a major sect disciple, passed the combat selection to become an Immortal Alliance envoy, and during his tenure, killed two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Had he not damaged his Dao foundation in combat, he would have already achieved Foundation Establishment, even had a chance to open a Purple Mansion.

Both Wang Xianhe and Wang Xianzhou were crippled by Dao foundation damage and could not advance further.

The former died young after Foundation Establishment; the latter remained trapped in Qi Refining for life.

Of course, Wang Xianmao was also a child prodigy, and Wang Yulou is now a child prodigy too.

The Wang clan never lacks geniuses, for it knows how to cultivate its disciples—those laughable yet tragic clan rules gradually refined Yuan from a wild child into a composed man.

A seven-talent individual, under Wang clan cultivation, can become a ten-talent genius.

A five-talent mediocrity, like Wang Rongsheng or Chen Luwan (Yuan’s mother), can still achieve the effect of a seven-talent.

The regrets of these two clan elders are necessary costs for the Wang clan to endure and grow in this cruel cultivation world.

This cost seems avoidable, yet it is truly unavoidable.

Without Wang Xianhe, it might have been Wang Xianmao who paid the price.

Without Wang Xianzhou, it might have been another Wang Shizi.

After all, wherever there are people and interests, struggle will never be absent.

Upon hearing Yulou’s answer, Wang Xianzhou made no comment, but swept his gaze over the cultivators surrounding him.

All who saw him bowed in submission.

“Hahaha, good. Let’s go.”

As he spoke, he kicked Gao Jian and cursed with a laugh.

“Little Gao, stop pretending to be dead—I won’t kill you!”

Riding Wang Xianzhou’s flying chariot, Yuan’s face turned red.

Ancestor Xianzhou’s display of power suited him perfectly—cultivators must become figures like Ancestor Xianzhou!

Yulou remained calm—he knew the clan chief had received his letter.

Gao Jian never rose. Wang Xianzhou nodded to Wang Rongsheng, glanced once toward the garrison cultivator’s residence, then flew off in his chariot.

His Mirror Silver Sandalwood flying chariot was a top-grade magic treasure, naturally emitting a spiritual aura that disrupted spiritual perception; when activated, it was swift and fierce—a supreme-grade artifact capable of breaking formations.

Watching the brilliant spiritual light in the sky, Wang Rongsheng smiled helplessly.

He stepped forward to help Gao Jian up, wanting to say something—but Gao Jian walked away without looking back.

Humiliated!

Deeply humiliated!

How could he be so humiliated!

Both were at the peak of Qi Refining, yet Wang Xianzhou disposed of him as easily as slaughtering a chick.

Gao Jian didn’t cry—he was already strong.

On the other side, the Garrison Cultivator’s Residence.

Mu Chunze was sipping tea with his daughter.

The Gu family, ever tactful, had sent fresh eighth-grade tea.

“Father, is the Wang clan testing us?”

The girl extended her jade hand, gently lifting the purple clay teapot; clear Qingxi spiritual water traced a transparent arc through the air, pouring into the purple clay cup.

The spiritual water blended with the tea, filling the room with its fragrant aroma.

“Not likely. Testing? Wang Xianmao wouldn’t do such a thing.”

Neither felt their face had been slapped—face is earned, and once earned, it cannot be stripped by others’ whims.

Even if the Wang clan truly intended to slap Mu Chunze’s face, he wouldn’t cry out immediately.

All are people of substance; tearing the veil only brings awkwardness—no one truly wins.

Thus, choosing to ignore it is the best strategy.

“Is this man special?”

The girl was the same age as Yulou, but not a Wang Shizi; raised since childhood in a cave heaven, she knew nothing of Wang Xianzhou.

Mu Chunze set down his teacup and explained.

“Several of his sworn brothers during his Immortal Alliance tenure have become major sect true disciples, others have advanced to Foundation Establishment envoys—all are candidates for Purple Mansion.”

So he isn’t afraid of me. Of course, I don’t care either—he won’t live much longer. Let him boast!”

No matter how arrogant and tyrannical Wang Xianzhou is, his era is nearly over.

Lifespan is Heaven’s gift to all living beings—an inescapable fate. Cultivators defy Heaven, climbing painfully along the Dao path.

Wang Xianzhou has lost all chance to advance further. His era is about to end.

Mu Chunze still has over two hundred years of lifespan—why would he stir his heart over a dying man?

Merely a pile of bones!

“Ancestor, aren’t we going the wrong way? And isn’t your flying chariot constantly active—won’t that drain too much spiritual power?”

Yulou cautiously reminded him.

The Wang clan forbids Qi Refining disciples from flying!

Though Wang Rongyuan didn’t take this rule seriously—he only broke it to fish.

“Haha, don’t be so tense, Yulou. I heard you’ve done well in Qingxi Market?”

Wang Xianzhou paid no heed to Yulou’s warning—he had cultivated Foundation Establishment four times. Though he never broke through, his spiritual power exceeded that of an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator by more than threefold.

Moreover, he was a top-tier combat master. Even if a regular Foundation Establishment cultivator came, Wang Xianzhou wouldn’t fear him.

“No, no—I just did what I should.”

Before this legendary Wang clan figure, Yulou was as obedient as a weaned child.

“Alright, you like humility. But yes, we’ve taken a detour—look west—that’s Miaofeng Mountain.”

Miaofeng Mountain lay west of Qingxi Market, precisely between Qingxi Market and Wolong Market.

Yulou turned his head and noticed the majestic spiritual mountain on the horizon; halfway up its slope floated a layer of milky-white clouds.

Above the clouds lay the sect’s main halls; under the noon sun, glazed tiles reflected golden light.

From afar, the entire mountain shimmered with golden pavilions.

A Purple Mansion sect—such might! No wonder it shattered Huishan Prefecture.

Had they not butchered their own disciples so brutally, how could they now be so diminished?

“Cousin, we came here to...” Yulou asked.

Wang Family Mountain lies south of Qingxi Alley, Miaofeng Mountain west of Qingxi Alley—Wang Xianzhou had traveled to these places countless times; he could not possibly get lost.

“Head to the front line opposing Gu Shen Sect and Miaofeng Mountain—show them what we’re made of!”

Miaofeng Mountain’s Master Kongshan had approached the clan head several times, hoping the Wang Clan would lend support to Miaofeng Mountain—but she was unwilling to offer anything valuable in return.

“Hmph, I’m dying soon anyway; let me burn out what little heat I have left—let them know the spirit of the Wang Clan of Anbei cannot be bought off with such trash!”

As he spoke, Wang Xianzhou lightly pressed his hand against the front yoke of the flying carriage; its speed surged again, and in the air, sonic booms cracked.

Thus, they flew nearly three hundred li more, and traces of battle began to appear on the ground.

These were Qi Refining cultivators fighting—Gu Shen Sect and Miaofeng Mountain had not yet fully lost control.

Someone noticed the white streak in the sky and shouted out.

“Our Miaofeng Mountain’s Foundation Establishment elders have come to aid us! Comrades, follow me and counterattack!”

“To your ancestors’ eighteenth generation! You Miaofeng Mountain launched a surprise attack! We’ll report you to the Immortal Alliance!”

Yet Wang Xianzhou in the sky had no intention of striking.

He channeled his magic power; the carriage’s speed did not increase further, but its spiritual radiance surged again, making it look even more like a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Yulou’s mind suddenly cleared.

The Ancestor was tricking them... no, he was simply piloting the flying carriage normally.

Of course, if any brainless Gu Shen Sect Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to attack, they were clearly up to no good—trying to bully a Qi Refining cultivator with their higher realm!

Yes, that was it.

“Ancestor, if a Foundation Establishment cultivator attacks, we’ll be in danger!”

Yulou thought for a moment, then still spoke up to warn him.

“There’s no ‘if’—they’ll attack for sure. But you needn’t fear.

Relax. Think of this as me taking you for a little sightseeing. Stuck in Qingxi Alley every day won’t do!

Besides, I’m old, but I’m not dead—ha ha ha!”

Wang Xianzhou laughed heartily in reply.

His age had aged him terribly; he was no longer young.

His once-black hair had turned white.

His skin had begun to wrinkle with the marks of old age.

He had attempted Foundation Establishment four times—and failed each time.

It was regrettable, yet not entirely so.

In his life, he had once competed against the greatest geniuses of Wunan—and defeated them.

Later, he joined the Immortal Alliance and traveled twenty thousand li across Wunan, slaying two Foundation Establishment cultivators with only Qi Refining power.

So, he was not truly regretful.

Time and fate could not crush the spirit that carried him across the world.

His withered body could not confine his proud, unyielding soul.

The Wang Clan’s prodigious youth, Wang Xianzhou, had not yet died!

Even now, as his life neared its end, he remained that proud boy.

He stubbornly refused to give Mu Chunze any face—Mu Chunze might understand, might not—but he didn’t care.

He only knew: he was not dead, and he could still fight!

The flying carriage sliced across the frontline between Gu Shen Sect and Miaofeng Mountain, leaving a white trail in the sky.

The white streak in the heavens was the pride of the Wang Clan’s last generation’s greatest genius!

Who among the Gu Shen Sect’s Foundation Establishment cultivators will come to meet death?