Chapter 485

The next day, Chang'an suburbs.

Wang Family Village.

This inconspicuous village was nearly sixty miles from downtown Chang'an, leaning against mountains and near water, with colorful lake views.

There were only about a hundred households in the village, with gray tiles and mud walls, the sounds of chickens and dogs heard, cooking smoke rising in spirals, and duckweed in the pond in front of the village—it looked as ordinary as could be.

However, this village was the ancestral land of the Pure Yang Wang family.

"Morning mist floats over the eaves, at midnight the earth's energy glows, the underground dragon energy surges like a spring tide—truly a treasure land of the Daoists, a wonderful realm for cultivation."

At this moment, a man wearing a black robe and thick reading glasses, holding a compass in his hand, walked through the village and couldn't help but praise.

"Mr. Song is too kind."

Beside him, a middle-aged man spoke.

Wang Ganan, the younger brother of the Wang family's Celestial Master Wang Wang Qiankun, looked at this Mr. Song who had come from afar from the Bai He Temple, his gaze narrowing slightly, seemingly with deep meaning.

He made a gesture of invitation, seemingly unwilling to let this Mr. Song's attention linger too long on the Wang family's ancestral land.

Last night, Song Song Shi Yun had just arrived at Wang Family Village and had already been wandering around the village entrance for half a day.

Now, with the daylight bright, he was fiddling with that compass again, looking around wantonly.

If he weren't a disciple of the Bai He Temple, such a person wouldn't even be able to walk out of Wang Family Village.

"It is worthy of being the place chosen by True Person Wang Chongyang." Song Song Shi Yun acted as if he hadn't heard, still immersed in the mysterious Feng Shui of Wang Family Village.

To the north of the village, Turtle Mountain bows its head; to the south, three peaks compete in beauty; to the east, the dragon's spine winds; to the west, the tiger crouches in sleep—it is exactly the formation of the Four Symbols complete. Besides this, a bend of living water enters quietly from the southeast, circling in the village to form a pool, just like a jade belt around the waist, locking the spiritual energy of heaven and earth within this place.

This kind of Feng Shui treasure land steals the creation of heaven and earth, bringing endless descendants; in every generation, there must be heroes who emerge, expanding the family's prestige and keeping the incense burning prosperously.

It is precisely because of this that this generation of the Wang family produced a fierce man like Wang Wang Tianwang.

"Mr. Song, please this way; my elder brother is already waiting."

Just at this moment, Wang Ganan urged again, his tone also becoming three parts heavier.

Even if Song Song Shi Yun represented the Bai He Temple, making a Celestial Master wait still appeared disrespectful.

"I have been abrupt." Song Song Shi Yun grinned, put away his compass, pushed up his glasses, and followed Wang Ganan into the Wang family's ancestral residence.

The courtyard was spacious, comparable to a football field. Not far away, the young lads of the Wang family had already taken advantage of the morning light to sit on the platform in the corner, sitting cross-legged and practicing their meditation.

The Wang family's kung fu is all "boyhood skill," starting from a very young age, not practicing arts or spells, only cultivating stillness.

"It truly has the aura of the Pure Yang masters."

Song Song Shi Yun couldn't help but sigh; he saw it in his eyes but didn't say much, watching Wang Ganan step into the main mansion.

"Who is that person? Not someone from our village, how can he enter the ancestral residence?"

Just at this moment, a young man walked out of the canteen next to the courtyard—it was none other than Wang Wang Zhaolin.

"Brother Wang Zhaolin, when did you get back?"

Beside him, another young man walked over; he was wearing loose casual clothes and sneakers, his face rosy, his chest rising and falling slightly, his breath, though panting, was fine and long.

"Wang Zhaojing, went to practice?" Wang Wang Zhaolin raised his eyes and asked casually.

"Yes, went into the mountains to gather Qi," Wang Wang Zhaojing said respectfully.

Among this generation of Wang family disciples, only Wang Wang Zhaolin, Wang Wang Zhaochen, and Wang Wang Qingyi had realized the Great Being Realm; such an achievement was no weaker than the successors of the famous mountains of the Daoist sects.

Among them, Wang Wang Qingyi belonged to the Gan-character lineage and had recently suffered a tribulation, wasting his cultivation.

In other words, the current Wang Wang Zhaolin and Wang Wang Zhaochen could be considered the "peerless twins" of the Wang family; the future incense of the Wang family would likely have to rely on them to be passed down.

Precisely because of this, Wang Wang Zhaolin had great prestige among the younger generation.

"Who was that person just now, how could he enter the ancestral residence?" Wang Wang Zhaolin couldn't help but ask again.

"I heard it's someone from the Bai He Temple in the capital, here to discuss matters with the clan," Wang Wang Zhaojing whispered.

"Bai He Temple!?" Wang Wang Zhaolin's heart stirred.

"That outsider from the Gan-character lineage also came yesterday," Wang Wang Zhaojing said softly.

"Luo Sen!?" Wang Wang Zhaolin couldn't help but be moved.

He knew that besides Wang Wang Qingyi, the Gan-character lineage also hid a master who possessed strange arts, unfathomable and extraordinary, and had a very deep relationship with the Bai He Temple in the capital, only that person's surname was not Wang.

It is said that it was the Bai He Temple that found this Wang family bloodline that had been drifting outside.

Wang Wang Zhaolin had only seen this person once when he returned to the Wang family, and since then, that person had never entered Wang Family Village again.

"What did he come for?" Wang Wang Zhaolin pressed.

"Not clear; Master Kun even rushed back from outside," Wang Wang Zhaojing knew too little.

After all, he was only at the High Merit Realm; while he could be considered a master outside, in the Wang family, he still had a long way to go.

"Master Kun even came back?" Wang Wang Zhaolin was thoughtful.

Wang Wang Qiankun was a dignified Celestial Master of the Great Realm; to be able to come back personally to receive him showed that the matter the visitor came for was extraordinary.

"Brother Wang Zhaolin, I've been practicing 【Life-Death Ming Zhang】 recently and have a few things I don't quite understand; I wanted to ask for your guidance."

Just at this moment, Wang Wang Zhaojing's voice sounded again, pulling Wang Wang Zhaolin's thoughts back.

"Go, go, practice it yourself; what can I guide you on?" Wang Wang Zhaolin waved his hand.

"Hmm!?" Wang Wang Zhaojing was stunned.

In his impression, Wang Wang Zhaolin was already the pinnacle of the Wang family's younger generation, always confident and high-spirited; when peer disciples asked for guidance, he had never been stingy with his advice.

In his words, the ancestors opened the Dharma gates, and if there were those who surpassed their predecessors, one should be happy.

Perhaps, in Wang Wang Zhaolin's heart, even if he gave selfless guidance, no one among the Wang family's peers could surpass him.

It was truly because his natural talent was too high, already like a high peak across the sky, blocking the way in front of everyone.

But today...

"Brother, if even you can't guide me, who can?" Wang Wang Zhaojing said humbly, "You are the top master of our Wang family's generation."

"Top!?" Wang Wang Zhaolin was stunned.

If these two words were used in the past, perhaps it would be praise, but hearing them today, they seemed particularly harsh.

"What kind of 'top' am I?" Wang Wang Zhaolin sighed, but in his mind, Zhang Fan's figure appeared involuntarily.

Deep in the Yin Ruins, killing the two demons—that kind of supreme cultivation, that kind of peerless Daoist art—that could be called the top of the generation, the high peak of the world.

"If you don't count, who does? Brother, what's wrong with you today?" Wang Wang Zhaojing looked at Wang Wang Zhaolin with a strange expression.

At this age, to be at the Great Being Third Realm—let alone rare in the world, even in ancient times, he would be a good seedling for Daoist cultivation.

Such an achievement, many of the older generation who have practiced Dao for many years might not even reach.

It is no exaggeration to say that a figure like Wang Wang Zhaolin is already considered a benchmark for the younger generation, a goal that everyone strives to chase.

"Empty-hearted like a valley; the greater the achievement, the more humble one becomes, standing low near the clouds and mud."

Suddenly, a realization rose in Wang Wang Zhaojing's heart.

"Brother Wang Zhaolin has improved again; such a figure is improving every moment."

Thinking of this, the look Wang Wang Zhaojing cast at Wang Wang Zhaolin held even more piety and awe.

Wang Wang Zhaolin looked at this foolish clansman and said nothing.

Sometimes, ignorance is also a kind of happiness.

Sitting in a well and looking at the sky, not knowing the vastness outside; once you truly see the sky, that kind of despair...

"Sigh!"

Wang Wang Zhaolin patted Wang Wang Zhaojing on the shoulder and sighed deeply.

"Hmm!?"

Just at this moment, he raised his eyes slightly and saw that Song Song Shi Yun had already been sent out.