Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1892: My Name Is Flower Qing Pearl (Part 2)

Outside the Pocket World Gate, a number of pavilions stood tall, and these pavilions were the guardians of the Pocket World Gate.

In fact, the number of guardians wasn’t large, only over twenty people; besides one Foundation Establishment Cultivator and one Divine Soul Realm Martial Artist, the rest were Golden Body Realm Martial Artists.

Their responsibility was not to guard the Pocket World Gate, but to keep an eye on the protective array of the valley.

Once the protective array suffered a powerful attack, they would immediately retreat into the Pocket World Gate to seek aid from White Jade City, requesting Golden Core Cultivators or Demon Kings to take charge.

At present, the ones responsible for guarding the Pocket World Gate were Yang Mingzhao and Yang Yuqiao.

The two were idly playing chess on the pavilion terrace.

Yang Mingzhao lazily leaned against the soft couch, casually tossing a handful of white pieces, while Yang Yuqiao bowed her head, pondering over the chessboard.

“Hehe, Little Qiao’er, just admit defeat!” Yang Mingzhao, seeing she hadn’t made a move for a long time, said smugly.

“No way, I haven’t lost yet!” Yang Yuqiao said, with a face full of defiance.

“And don’t call me Little Qiao’er, I’m now a Foundation Establishment Cultivator!”

She glared at Yang Mingzhao with bright eyes.

“What if you’re a Foundation Establishment Cultivator, I am your great uncle!” Yang Mingzhao raised his teacup and took a leisurely sip.

“Isn’t it just your seniority being higher than mine?”

“No, my strength is also stronger than yours!” Yang Mingzhao shook his teacup, extending it to her.

Yang Yuqiao’s delicate face turned a bit sullen, reluctantly pouring him tea.

As a rising star of the Yang family, Yang Yuqiao was satisfied with everything except one thing: too many elders.

From Yang Zhenshan’s generation, she was the sixth generation of the Yang family, so it’s imaginable how many elders she had above her.

Faced with others, it wouldn’t matter, but with Yang Mingzhao, sometimes she couldn’t help but break down.

Yang Mingzhao could be quite annoying, not having the demeanor of an elder at all, often teasing her as his junior.

Just as they were talking, Yang Mingzhao seemed to catch a glimpse of a spirit light out of the corner of his eye, but when he turned his head, there was nothing to be seen.

He frowned, releasing his spiritual sense to search.

“Did you just notice a spirit light flying by?”

“Spirit light, what spirit light?” Yang Yuqiao looked around, puzzled.

Yang Mingzhao found nothing unusual, “Did I see it wrong?”

Yang Yuqiao looked up at the sky, “The array is still intact, not attacked! Nothing should have snuck in!”

Yang Mingzhao thought for a moment and said, “You keep watch here, I’ll go and check!”

They were only responsible for watching the protective array; regarding the Pocket World Gate, within the Spirit Source Land, there was also the Transmission Hall, which was the main defense ground for the Pocket World Gate.

As soon as Yang Mingzhao returned to the Transmission Hall, he sensed something amiss; the guards inside were solemn. Upon seeing Yang Mingzhao enter, they all bowed, “Greetings, Mr. Si!”

“Did something fly in just now?” Yang Mingzhao asked with a frown.

“Yes, something flew towards the Immortal Palace, and several officers have already pursued it!”

“So something did come in!” Yang Mingzhao felt a heaviness in his heart but remained calm in appearance, merely nodding before flying out of the hall, heading towards the Celestial Palace in the sky.

The spirit light shot through the clouds, rushing straight towards the Nine Heavens Gate.

“Who goes there?”

Before the Nine Heavens Gate, eighteen Divine Generals stood sternly; seeing the spirit light swiftly fly over, they quickly shouted.

This rapid speed was unusual, normally no one would fly so fast in front of the Nine Heavens Gate.

Yet the stream of light didn’t stop or slow its pace due to their questioning, instead accelerating toward the Nine Heavens Gate.

Seeing this, the eighteen Divine Generals’ bodies instantly glowed with golden light, their swords, and spears drawn, blocking the spirit light’s path.

But the spirit light swiftly bypassed their attacks and charged directly into the Nine Heavens Gate.

It was just about to rush into the Longevity Hall when suddenly a cold shout echoed from the void.

“Seal!”

A slight ripple spread out, and the spirit light abruptly halted.

Yet what followed was its fierce struggle.

A buzzing tremor resounded, strong waves expanded, two intangible forces were contending against each other.

As the vibrations grew stronger, a slender hand emerged from the void, directly pinching the blue bead.

“Daring to force your way into my Dao Field, little one, you are quite bold!”

Yang Zhenshan’s voice came from the void, and the blue bead instantly quieted down.

“Alright, leave it to me, everyone gets back to your duties!”

As the words fell, that hand along with the bead disappeared.

The Divine Generals and the people drawn by the tumult were all astonished at the news.

What could possibly break into the Immortal Palace?

All these years, never had an outsider or foreign object forcefully trespassed the Life Realm Immortal Palace.

In the Pill Hall.

Yang Zhenshan sat cross-legged in front of the Sealing Spirit Mysterious Fire Furnace, scrutinizing the bead with curiosity.

He could sense the bead embodied rich Dao Rhyme and Dao Intent, but what was this thing?

Beside him, the Golden Crow controlled the True Sun Fire, within the pill furnace the medicinal liquid was still boiling, yet Yang Zhenshan was focused on the bead in his hand.

Once born, twice familiar.

Creating the Nine Tripod Divine Pill again, Yang Zhenshan felt much more relaxed, not as cautious as before, wholly devoted and capable of multitasking.

Just now, he sensed something strange surging into the Nine Heavens Gate, so he unhesitatingly projected in front of the Longevity Hall.

Right into the pellet bead.

“Come out!” Yang Zhenshan shook the bead in his hand.

The bead remained motionless, not reacting at all, in fact, it suppressed its spirit light, appearing subdued.

“If you don’t come out, I’ll throw you into the furnace and refine you!” Yang Zhenshan threatened.

“This lousy furnace can’t refine me!” A slightly childlike voice rang out.

The Golden Crow and Sealing Spirit both turned their curious gaze upon it.

“This object is peculiar!” remarked the Golden Crow.

Sealing Spirit pondered, “It seems to contain powerful Dao Intent; I feel, I feel it’s like~~”

As he spoke, he fixed his eyes weightily on the bead in Yang Zhenshan’s hand.

“It’s a Spiritual Treasure!”

“Spiritual Treasure!” The Golden Crow was startled.

Yang Zhenshan flicked his horsetail whisk, pulling the flickering True Sun Fire back under the pill furnace, “Pay attention, don’t burn my Divine Pill into waste!”

This was the Nine Tripod Divine Pill, if ruined, he’d suffer a great loss!

The Golden Crow promptly focused, concentrating on the fire control.

After checking the pill furnace to ensure nothing was amiss, Yang Zhenshan then shifted his attention back to the bead in hand.

“Speak of your origin, or don’t blame me for not being polite!”

The bead was immobile.

“You won’t really think I can’t handle you, do you?” Yang Zhenshan held the bead close to his eyes, his ominous pupils seeming to engulf everything.

Whether his threats were effective or his ominous eyes were too terrifying, the bead emitted a soft azure glow, transforming into a small figure.

The little figure, around a foot tall, wore a turquoise gauze dress, hair styled in double buns adorned with a beautiful seven-color flower.

The flower had seven petals, each a different color, splendid and mysterious.

Yang Zhenshan squinted his eyes as he gazed at her.

This is an Artifact Spirit!

An Artifact Spirit embodying robust life force!

An Artifact Spirit harboring abundant Dao Intent!

An Artifact Spirit of the Spiritual Treasure level.

It was his first time seeing a Spiritual Treasure-level Artifact Spirit, not counting himself; though he was also an Artifact Spirit, his circumstances were rather special.

“I’m called Flower Qing Pearl!” The little girl said coyly.

Just looking at her appearance, one would think she was a cute little girl.

Indeed, she and Sealing Spirit matched well, both being about the same size, appearing adorable.

Yet Sealing Spirit seemed not to find her cute, but rather frightening; when she appeared, he hid inside the pill furnace.

Flower Qing Pearl wasn’t wrong; this lousy furnace couldn’t refine her.

“What are you doing here?” Yang Zhenshan felt rather perplexed.

A Spiritual Treasure suddenly coming to him, without apparent reason, why come to him?