Chapter 61: The white swan-goose in the heavens is the bold spirit of the previous generation's Wang Shi prodigy

Is Wang Xian Zhou aiming for Gao Jian?

No, he's slapping Mu Chunze in the face!

But strangely, even though Wang Xian Zhou had already started slapping him left and right, the garrison cultivator Mu Chunze still refused to show himself.

With his Foundation Establishment cultivation, and being a disciple of the Purple Mansion, if he did show up, Wang Xian Zhou would surely be done for.

Qing Xi Fang is a market town under the Red Lantern Banner; Wang Xian Zhou violating Qing Xi Fang's rules is a challenge to the Red Lantern Banner's order.

This is no exaggeration.

For example, Wang Xian Zhou breaking the rules is just like the Che Clan having dirt that the Wang Shi got their hands on — once it hits the scales, whether it weighs a few hundred jin or a few thousand, it's up to the one doing the weighing.

If Mu Chunze had even the slightest intention, Wang Xian Zhou would either die or be flayed alive!

But even though Qing Xi Fang had already been thrown into an uproar by Wang Xian Zhou's overbearing move, Mu Chunze still refused to show himself.

Wang Rongsheng with Bai Lu, Master Master Hongmei with Yulou and Wang Yuan — all of them saw Wang Xian Zhou in the sky.

"Uncle Wang Xian Zhou, what is this?" Wang Rongsheng was somewhat dumbfounded.

He looked at Gao Jian, who was like a dead dog, then at Wang Xian Zhou in the sky, his heart in utter turmoil.

Wang Xian Zhou retracted his flying carriage, stepped on the air, and walked down from the sky to the ground step by step.

A Foundation Establishment cultivator's flight through the void!

Many loose cultivators watching the show didn't realize this was a spell; they assumed Wang Xian Zhou was a Foundation Establishment cultivator and hurriedly called out "Senior," terrified that their rudeness might draw the attention of this overbearing senior.

"Just having a little joke with little Gao, don't worry. Where are Yulou and Wang Yuan?"

Wang Xian Zhou was indeed overbearing. Mu Chunze was clearly sitting right there in the garrison cultivator's residence, yet he gave this garrison cultivator no face at all — he used his magic power to amplify his voice, and it spread throughout all of Qing Xi Fang.

"Go on over, your clan uncle here is no ordinary man."

Master Master Hongmei said sourly, feeling very bitter inside.

"Old Ancestor, what is this?"

Yulou jogged over to Wang Xian Zhou, looked at the crowd squeezed into a circle, and Gao Jian on the ground, and for a moment was completely baffled.

"Haha, just having a little joke with little Gao.

Let's go. It's been three years since you came to Qing Xi Fang; today I'm taking you both home.

Oh right, has anyone in Qing Xi Fang been bullying you two?"

In Wang Xian Zhou's eyes, he had only played a little joke with the half-dead Gao Jian.

Gao Jian himself had no objections, so naturally no one else dared to have any.

Those who understood got the message — the garrison cultivator hadn't made a peep even now!

Gao Jian's henchmen, hearing Wang Xian Zhou's second sentence, were so scared their legs were trembling.

They hadn't bullied the two Yulou brothers, but they were still terrified.

Calling Gao Jian "little Gao," being of Wang Shi origin, casually ignoring the garrison cultivator's face...

This one, is probably the legendary Wang Shi God of Slaughter, Wang Xian Zhou.

"Naturally no one bullied us, Old Ancestor. We usually keep the family rules in mind and only treat others with kindness."

Yulou answered obediently, not nervous at all — of course he was familiar with his own Old Ancestor Wang Xian Zhou.

A youthful prodigy who made his name, joined a great sect after Qi Refining, passed the dueling selection to become a Xian Alliance Walker, and during his tenure as a Xian Alliance Walker, slew two Foundation Establishment cultivators.

If not for his Dao Base being injured in the duel, he would have long since reached Foundation Establishment, and even had a chance to open his Purple Mansion.

Both Wang Xianhe and Wang Xian Zhou were unable to advance further because their Dao Bases were injured.

The former passed into early decline after Foundation Establishment; the latter was trapped at Qi Refining for the rest of his life.

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

The Wang Shi never lacked prodigies, because the Wang Shi knew how to train their juniors. Those laughable yet lamentable family rules, step by step, refined Wang Yuan from impetuousness into steadiness.

A seven-talents person, under the Wang Shi's training, has a chance to become a ten-talents prodigy.

A five-talents mediocrity, like Wang Rongsheng or Chen Luwan (Wang Yuan's mother), can also perform at the level of a seven-talents person.

The regrets of these two clan elders are the necessary price the Wang Shi must pay to carry on and develop in this cruel Cultivation World.

This kind of price seems like it might be avoidable, but in truth it cannot be avoided.

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

Without Wang Xian Zhou, the one paying the price might have been another Wang Shizi.

After all, wherever there are people and interests, there will never be a shortage of struggle.

Hearing Yulou's reply, Wang Xian Zhou gave no reaction, but swept his gaze once around the cultivators gathered around him.

All who saw him submitted.

"Hahaha, good, then let's go."

Saying so, he kicked Gao Jian, laughing and cursing.

"Little Gao, stop playing dead, I'm not going to kill you!"

Sitting in Wang Xian Zhou's flying carriage, Wang Yuan's face was a little red.

Old Ancestor Wang Xian Zhou's showing-off this time really suited his taste — to be a cultivator, one had to become someone like Old Ancestor Wang Xian Zhou!

Yulou, on the other hand, was very calm; he knew the clan head had already received his letter.

Little Gao ultimately didn't get up. Wang Xian Zhou nodded to Wang Rongsheng, then glanced once more in the direction of the garrison cultivator's residence, before piloting his flying carriage away.

his Mirror Silver Orchid Wood flying carriage was a top-grade magic artifact, with built-in spiritual light that interferes with divine sense; once activated, it was both fast and fierce — a top-grade top-grade magic artifact capable of charging enemy formations.

Watching the imposing spiritual light in the sky, Wang Rongsheng gave a helpless laugh.

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

Embarrassing!

Too embarrassing!

How could he lose face like this!

Both at the peak of Qi Refining, Wang Xian Zhou handled him as easily as handling a chick.

Gao Jian didn't cry — that was already very brave of him.

Elsewhere, at the garrisoned cultivator's residence.

Mu Chunze was having tea with his daughter.

The Gu family was very tactful; what they sent was still fresh eighth-grade tea.

"Father, is the Wang Shi testing us?"

The young girl extended her jade hand, gently lifting the purple clay teapot; the clear Qing Xi spiritual water traced a transparent line through the air and poured into the purple clay cup.

The spiritual water and spiritual tea merged, and the clear fragrance of the tea filled the entire room.

"Not to that extent — testing, or anything like that. Wang Xianmao wouldn't do such a thing."

Neither of them had any thought of having their face knocked down; face was earned by oneself, and once earned, it wasn't something others could simply knock away if they wished.

Moreover, even if the Wang Shi really wanted to slap Mu Chunze's face, Mu Chunze wouldn't immediately cry out.

They were all people with foundations; tearing off all pretense would only make things awkward — no one would truly win.

Therefore, choosing to turn a blind eye was the best strategy.

"Is this person very special?"

The young girl was the same age as Yulou, but she was not a Wang Shizi, and having cultivated in a grotto-heaven since childhood, she naturally knew nothing at all about Wang Xian Zhou.

Mu Chunze set down his tea cup and explained.

"During his time serving in the Xian Alliance, several of his life-and-death brothers have already become true disciples of great sects, and some have risen to Foundation Establishment Walkers — all of them existences with hope of reaching the Purple Mansion.

So he doesn't fear me. Of course, I don't care either — he's not going to live much longer anyway. Let him run wild!"

No matter how arrogant and domineering Wang Xian Zhou was, his era was about to end.

Lifespan is the mandate of heaven bestowed upon every living being, something that cannot be circumvented; cultivators go against heaven, climbing bitterly along the path of cultivation.

Wang Xian Zhou had already lost any chance of advancing further; his era was about to draw to a close.

And Mu Chunze still had over two hundred years of lifespan left — how could he be moved in heart by a man about to die?

Just a bag of dry bones, that's all!

"Old Ancestor, have we gone the wrong way? And you keep urging this flying car forward — isn't that too draining on spiritual power?"

Yulou cautiously reminded him.

The Wang Shi had a rule: Qi Refining juniors were not permitted to fly!

Although Wang Rongyuan didn't take this family rule seriously, at that time he was only doing it to fish.

"Haha, no need to be so nervous, Yulou. I heard you did well at Qing Xi Fang?"

Wang Xian Zhou paid no attention at all to Yulou's reminder; he was a man who had attempted Foundation Establishment four times. Though he hadn't successfully broken through, his spiritual power was more than triple that of an ordinary Qi Refining cultivator.

Moreover, he was a top-tier combat master; let alone showing off, even if an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator came over, Wang Xian Zhou wouldn't be afraid.

"No, no, I just did what I should have done."

Before this legendary figure of the Wang Shi, Yulou was as obedient as a baby just weaned.

"Alright, I like the humility. But we really have taken a detour — look west, that's Miao Feng Mountain."

Miao Feng Mountain lay west of Qing Xi Fang; more precisely, it was located between Qing Xi Fang and Wo Long Fang.

Yulou turned his head and noticed the towering spiritual mountain on the horizon; at the mountainside, milky-white clouds still drifted.

Above the clouds lay the sect grounds of Miao Feng Mountain; under the noon sun, the glazed tiles refracted golden light.

Seen from afar, the whole mountain was golden halls.

A Purple Mansion sect actually had such imposing majesty — worthy indeed of a powerful sect capable of smashing the Hui Shan Prefecture.

If they hadn't been so ruthless in cutting down their own sect disciples, how could they be in such a sorry state today?

"Clan Uncle, we've come here to......" Yulou asked.

Wang Jia Shan lay south of Qing Xi Fang, and Miao Feng Mountain lay west of Qing Xi Fang — Wang Xian Zhou had run around these places plenty, he couldn't have taken the wrong road.

"Go to the front line where Gu Shen Zong and Miao Feng Mountain are facing off, and show them a thing or two!

The Empty Mountain Abbess of Miao Feng Mountain has approached the clan chief several times, hoping our Wang Shi would help Miao Feng Mountain hold the line, but she can't bear to part with anything good.

Hmph, I'm about to die anyway, so I might as well put some residual heat to use — let them know that the spirit of the Wang Shi of Anbei cannot be dismissed with a few scraps!"

Saying so, Wang Xian Zhou's hand resting on the front rail of the flying car pressed lightly; the speed of the mirror-silver orchid-wood flying car increased another notch, and a sonic boom even appeared in the air.

After flying another three hundred li or so, traces of magical combat gradually appeared on the ground.

These were Qi Refining cultivators fighting — Gu Shen Zong and Miao Feng Mountain hadn't yet completely lost their heads in rage.

Someone noticed the white streak of light in the sky and shouted.

"Our Miao Feng Mountain's Foundation Establishment seniors have come to aid us~ Fellow Daoists, follow me in the counterattack!"

"Into your ancestors eighteen generations — you Miao Feng Mountain ambushed us! We will report this to the Xian Alliance!" These were the people of Gu Shen Zong roaring in fury.

However, Wang Xian Zhou in the sky had no intention of making a move at all.

He urged his magic power; the flying car's speed did not continue to rise, but the spiritual light it emitted surged another notch, making it look even more like a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Yulou's heart was suddenly enlightened — he understood in an instant.

The Old Ancestor was deceiving..... no, was normally piloting the flying car along the road.

Of course, if some brainless Gu Shen Zong Foundation Establishment cultivator dared to make a move, that would surely be harboring ill intent, trying to use Foundation Establishment to bully Qi Refining!

Mm, that's how it was.

"Old Ancestor, if a Foundation Establishment cultivator makes a move, we'll be in danger!"

Yulou thought it over and still reminded him.

"There's no 'if' — it would be strange if they didn't make a move, but you don't need to be afraid.

Relax, just consider it me taking you to broaden your horizons; being trapped in Qing Xi Fang every day won't do!

Besides, I am old, but I am not dead, hahaha."

Wang Xian Zhou laughed heartily and replied with boldness.

His age had withered him severely; he was no longer young.

His head of black hair had turned into white, distinguished locks.

His skin had begun to show the wrinkles unique to the elderly.

He had attempted Foundation Establishment four times, yet failed every time.

It was regrettable, yet not entirely so.

In this life, he had competed on the same stage as Wunan's most brilliant geniuses and emerged victorious.

Later, he joined the Xian Alliance, traversed twenty thousand li of Wunan, and beheaded two Foundation Establishment cultivators while still at the Qi Refining stage.

Therefore, he was not entirely regretful.

Time and fate could not crush his spirit of roaming the world.

His withered body could not trap his rugged and proud soul.

The Wang Shi genius youth Wang Xian Zhou of the past was not yet dead!

Even at this moment when his life was nearing its end, he remained that proud youth.

He stubbornly gave Mu Chunze no face at all; Mu Chunze might understand, or might not, but he did not care.

He only knew that he was not yet dead and could still fight!

The flying carriage sliced through the battlefield line between the Purple Palace Sect, Gu Shen Zong, and Miao Feng Mountain, leaving a white trail in the sky.

That white, startled goose in the sky was the pride of the Wang Shi's strongest genius of the previous generation!

Foundation Establishment cultivators of Gu Shen Zong, who will come to meet their death?