Chapter 609: Turning the Hand to Form Clouds, Flipping the Hand to Bring Rain

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Since his primordial spirit transformed into a one-mark star god, Wang Yu's divine sense had surpassed the cognitive limits of Soul Transformation cultivators. After all, he himself possessed extraordinary attainments in the path of spirit refinement.

A one-mark star god was comparable to a peak Soul Transformation cultivator.

With these two factors combined, plus the profound principles of the Grand Yin Prime Soul, the Illusion Moon Eye Technique Wang Yu cast using the Grand Yin Dark Eyes could now alter memories without the target's awareness.

It even involved a subtle application of the Grand Yin principles.

Wang Yu called it Illusion Moon: Knowledge Barrier!

Against weaker individuals whose divine sense was inferior to his, it was unfailingly effective. Even against those of a higher cultivation realm, as long as they hadn't comprehended true principles, it was equally difficult for them to detect.

If only trivial matters were affected, like a hidden thread stretching for a thousand li, they would naturally be overlooked without a hint of suspicion.

Therefore,

Wang Yu did not change his own appearance; he merely made a slight alteration to the ancestral portrait hanging in the ancestral hall within Wei Shuyue's and Elder Fu's memories.

In the scene,

The moment of the ancestor and descendant recognizing each other filled observers with anticipation.

Wei Shuyue, in one breath, clearly articulated the current plight of the Wei clan, and even pointed out her conjecture that the Cloud Mist Mountain's Mist Venerable, who was behind the Purple Cloud Sect, might have secretly instigated it.

Excellent!

This was precisely the entry point he desired: the Wei clan's ancestor, who had left the Mountain Sea Realm a thousand years ago for a cultivation opportunity, returned to find things irrevocably changed. Seeing his descendants being bullied by fellow cultivators, he became enraged and confronted Cloud Mist Mountain.

As a late-stage Soul Transformation cultivator returning from another realm, he had even more reason to demand a spot for ascension, making his journey to the Minor Zenith Palace perfectly legitimate.

Furthermore, his "newcomer" recklessness and lack of understanding of the current situation—especially his ignorance that the Mist Venerable was the Heartless Ancestor's Dao companion—were all perfectly justifiable.

Having crafted a suitable script in his mind, Wang Yu immediately displayed a gentle smile and lovingly stroked Wei Shuyue's head.

“Child, you’ve suffered greatly. Now that this ancestor has returned, for a mere Purple Cloud Sect and a mere Mist Venerable, I will certainly make them understand what a millennial clan is.”

Wei Shuyue was first delighted, then somewhat bewildered.

The Wei clan had only produced one Nascent Soul cultivator, the ancestor himself. According to the clan records, his son, Wei Guangde, achieved the perfection of Golden Core, inherited the ancestor's relics, and could fight against a Pseudo-Nascent Soul realm cultivator, making the clan somewhat akin to a half-Nascent Soul family.

Unfortunately, each generation was weaker than the last. The ancestor's demise was silent, and this second-generation head of the family also did not live out his natural lifespan, but died in conflict with others.

Five hundred years ago, the entire clan nearly faced annihilation.

Fortunately, in her generation, her father stepped forward and, with his late-stage Golden Core cultivation, restored the Wei clan to its former glory. Products from the Five Elements Corpse Workshop were even bestsellers in several surrounding states.

There were signs of revival, but unfortunately, a traitor named Fang Long emerged.

This person was originally a beggar from a mortal settlement.

However, possessing an Earth Heavenly Spiritual Root, he was valued by her father, adopted from a young age, and intended to be groomed as a live-in son-in-law for the Wei clan, to assist Wei Shuyue in managing the family in the future.

Wang Yu had reviewed this information from Elder Fu's memories, but hearing it narrated by Wei Shuyue presented a different perspective.

“They’re here.”

Wang Yu's voice filled Wei Shuyue and the others with both surprise and joy. From afar, they could see a group of people arriving together, riding on six-winged Qilin beasts.

All these beasts had reached the Foundation Establishment stage. Leading them, besides Fang Long, who was in the early Golden Core stage, were several Golden Core elders from the Purple Cloud Sect, the strongest of whom was a green-haired old woman at the perfected Golden Core stage.

This group stopped a hundred meters away, not daring to advance further.

One step further would take them into the core of the Blighted Land, where even Golden Core cultivators couldn't withstand the scorching heat. They certainly didn't possess a fragmented spiritual treasure like the Black Emperor Water Control Banner.

Fang Long stood tall, chest out, glaring fiercely at Wei Shuyue.

“Hahahahaha, you lowly wretch, where can you escape to now? You should know that Cloud Mist Mountain has always ruled Cloud State. To dare collude with a drought zombie, you truly value wealth over life.”

Wei Shuyue's mind had steadied considerably, with Wang Yu as her backing.

Naturally, she didn't fear this group of insignificant nobodies.

“Oh? Fang Long, do you still remember who this is?”

Having cultivated within the Wei clan for many years, he had naturally visited the ancestral hall. Gazing at Wang Yu's face from afar, his expression flickered for a moment, and cold sweat instantly drenched his back.

The green-haired old woman from the Purple Cloud Sect, however, asked,

“Young friend Fang, who is that person? Do you know him?”

Fang Long's body trembled. Clenching the reins of his six-winged Qilin beast, he uttered each word slowly: “The Wei clan's ancestor, Wei Wuxian, an old Nascent Soul monster from a thousand years ago. But... he should have died long ago.”

Now, even the green-haired old woman was unsettled.

But as soon as she remembered she was carrying out the Mist Venerable's will, she quickly gathered her composure and forced herself to say, “Senior, there might be a misunderstanding behind this matter. Soon, our sect's ancestor will personally come to apologize. Please forgive this junior's disrespect.”

To smooth things over?

This was a delaying tactic. If they could invite a late-stage Nascent Soul grand cultivator from Cloud Mist Mountain, then this so-called Wei clan ancestor would be nothing more than a minor nuisance.

As the saying goes, 'A wise person submits to circumstances.'

The wise do not rush for immediate gains or losses.

“Even ants cling to life, yet you are trying to fool a fool? What nonsense...”

Wang Yu instantly appeared above Fang Long.

Standing on a single foot on his head, he suppressed Fang Long, rendering him immobile. His right hand formed a claw, and he pulled gently.

Instantly, three feet of black light burst from the seven orifices of all the cultivators.

Their souls were forcibly extracted.

Soul Search Spell!

Even if there were restrictions or vows in their minds, he could bypass them with ease, obtaining all the information he desired in mere moments.

Once Wang Yu had finished reviewing, he clenched his right hand.

There was no earth-shattering explosion; instead, the cultivators' flesh and blood began to collapse inward. In the blink of an eye, they formed dozens of palm-sized flesh-and-blood cauldrons, some trapping Golden Cores, others encapsulating the nine-layered spiritual seas of Foundation Establishment cultivators.

Wang Yu opened his mouth and exhaled; the Primeval Demonic Flame, nurtured by his natal spiritual treasure, transformed into a sea of fire, refining blood elixir pills on the spot. This process took only a few breaths, or even less.

Under his boundless power, what needed to be merged was merged, and what needed to be incinerated was incinerated.

Ultimately, it transformed into a golden-red pill the size of a fingernail, emanating rich vital essence and spiritual energy. In terms of medicinal power, it was enough to nourish a Nascent Soul.

Wang Yu, however, flicked it into Wei Shuyue's embrace.

He then extended a strand of spiritual power to help her cleanse her marrow and bones and clear her hundred meridians, demonstrating the ancestor's benevolence to the fullest.

“Refine it, and you will certainly reach Golden Core within ten years.”

“—Yes!”

Wei Shuyue did not hesitate. The Wei clan operated the Five Elements Corpse Workshop, following a demonic cultivation path, and thus had no qualms about consuming these "shortcut" rapid-formation blood pills.

After all, with her aptitude, reaching Golden Core would already be a perfect manifestation of her innate spiritual root's potential. Nascent Soul? She had never even considered it.

Besides, would her own ancestor possibly harm her?

Thus,

Under the envious gazes of the crowd, Wei Shuyue consumed the pill and began refining it. Her aura surged, and in just a few moments, she advanced by a minor realm, with no signs of stopping.

Such was the ancestor's power: refining pills in a single breath, and granting opportunities that those below could barely dream of.

They were not fools either; they tacitly guessed that... Ancestor Wuxian had likely already reached the Soul Transformation stage!

As for the plan for Fang Long,

Wang Yu decided to let him go back, instructing him to spread the news of the Wei clan ancestor's return throughout Cloud State, which would facilitate his next plan.

“Fang Long, wasn't it? Convey a message for this Venerable to that person on Cloud Mist Mountain: Tell her that when Grandfather Wei dominated the mountains and seas, she was merely a Golden Core child.”

Fang Long's expression twisted, and he replied with difficulty.

“This junior... will certainly deliver the message.”

“Begone!”

Having been granted a chance to live, how dared Fang Long delay? He swiftly transformed into a streak of mystic light and vanished into the horizon.

To the Wei clan members, it was all over in the blink of an eye.

The crisis was completely resolved.

Wang Yu's ability to turn clouds into rain with a flick of his hand filled everyone with profound admiration. As for letting Fang Long, an especially hostile enemy, escape, no one dared to utter a single word of dissent.

The ancestor had his own plans. All they needed to do was cling to his powerful support; what else was there to worry about?

“Elder Fu.”

“This junior is here.”

Suddenly called upon, Elder Fu flinched, then quickly knelt and kowtowed to show his loyalty.

Wang Yu, however, chuckled.

“No need for such formality. You have rendered meritorious service in protecting my Wei clan's bloodline. This Venerable naturally rewards and punishes fairly. Now, protect Shuyue for a while; this Venerable will be back shortly.”

“This junior will certainly give his utmost.”

Elder Fu could not hide his inner excitement. Could it be... that even for someone like him, whose potential was exhausted, the ancestor had a way to help him elevate his cultivation?

When he looked up again, Wang Yu's figure had already vanished.

At the bottom of the Blighted Land,

Empress Qingqing seemed to have watched a good show. She narrowed her eyes and remarked, “Fellow Daoist, should I call you Brother Wei, or continue to call you Brother Wang?”

Wang Yu waved his hand dismissively.

“It's just a name, what does it matter what you call me? Rather, I've made Fellow Daoist Qingqing laugh.”

“No, no, no. Your thunderous methods have truly opened Qingqing's eyes, and that alchemy skill is indeed extraordinary—it resembles the human elixir techniques of the demon race.”

The alchemy Wang Yu currently mastered, in terms of overall proficiency, had reached the mid-fifth tier. Many of its exquisite pill formulas were referenced from the 'Heavenly Demon Pill Transformation Art'!

Therefore, what Qingqing said was indeed true.

This showed her extraordinary discernment.

“A mere trivial path, it pales in comparison to Fellow Daoist Qingqing's catastrophic divine abilities. Let's return to the main topic.”

“Please speak freely, Fellow Daoist.”

“Fellow Daoist Qingqing's suggestion just now was good, but I, Wei, believe it can be further modified.”

“How so?”

“Since the Mist Venerable has bullied my Wei clan, if I don't teach her a lesson, won't it imply I fear her? This Venerable has been away from the Mountain Sea Realm for a thousand years and needs a suitable stepping stone.”

Qingqing indeed showed an expression of understanding.

During their previous conversation, he had felt that Wang Yu was intentionally guiding her to reveal the latest information about the Mountain Sea Realm. Now, it made sense.

However, she couldn't respond in that manner.

“Just now, Fellow Daoist said you could help Qingqing resolve the grievances with the Mist Venerable. If you act now, aren't you afraid of offending the Heartless Ancestor? And ending up in the same predicament as me?”

“Heh heh, Fellow Daoist Qingqing is too attached to appearances.”

“If our situations weren't different, how could I attract more passengers for the vessel? Without demonstrating sufficient strength, the exposure of the Realm-Breaking Divine Ark would be an enormous trouble.”

Wang Yu's self-assured demeanor practically declared that he intended to climb to power by stepping on the Mist Venerable and the Heartless Ancestor. Such confidence was something Qingqing admitted she could not achieve.

After all, the Mist Venerable was easy to deal with.

Defeating or even killing her would not be difficult.

The difficult part was dealing with the Heartless Ancestor, Li Chunyi. That was a true peak Soul Transformation genius, specifically left in the lower realm as the overseer of the Forgetful Emotion Dharma Vein. He would naturally return to the Dharma Vein once he broke through to the Void Refinement stage.

She had waited a thousand years, believing that the other's cultivation path was boundless.

She didn't believe he would forever remain in the Minor Zenith Palace. Anyway, as a drought zombie, her lifespan was comparable to a true spirit, so a thousand years was no different from a hundred years to her. The 'outlast the old man' tactic was particularly effective for her.

However, such actions could easily draw disdain from the Dharma Vein behind her.

This approach had both pros and cons.

She was born with a supreme treasure embodying principles, so concealing her abilities was more beneficial than detrimental. Thus, the promises and plans she had discussed with Wang Yu earlier were nothing but castles in the air.

She merely wanted to test this suddenly appearing cultivator. If she couldn't even discern his origins, how could she speak of cooperation?

Now that the other party was willing to directly confront the Heartless Ancestor for the Wei clan, it made her regard him with higher esteem and believe that he was indeed a person from the Mountain Sea Realm.

Wei Wuxian... interesting!

“Then Qingqing will await the good news of Brother Wei's grand display of power. When we meet again at the Minor Zenith Palace, Qingqing will help introduce you to those prodigies.”

“No problem at all, no problem at all!”

With matters here concluded, Wang Yu needed to resolve the issues quickly.

To solidify his identity.

After all, besides the true Wei clan ancestor, what Soul Transformation cultivator would fight the Heartless Ancestor for irrelevant ants?

Leaving the drought zombie's territory at the bottom of the Blighted Land,

Situ Qiutian was also taken by Wang Yu. He had methods planted by Qingqing within him, which could be used as a relay station for their communication or as an enforcer for the Wei clan, helping him deal with some ignorant troublemakers.

Thus,

Wang Yu swept up Wei Shuyue and the others, transforming into an aurora that traveled a thousand li a day. In less than two days, they returned to the so-called Five Elements Corpse Workshop.

This place actually possessed a natural Feng Shui wonder formation, which, after later modifications by Feng Shui Geomancers, formed a superior Corpse Nurturing Ground with a Five Elements cycle.

Unfortunately, due to its proximity to the Blighted Land of drought zombies,

the Five Elements Corpse Nurturing formation was broken. It was forced to connect with the endless Yin Corpse Qi contained within the Blighted Land, and over time, it had transformed into a pure Fire Element Corpse Nurturing Ground.

Although the surge in a single attribute brought decent benefits,

the profoundness of this place greatly diminished, losing its natural power and forfeiting its potential for further evolution, which was truly regrettable.

However,

this proved that the Mountain Sea Realm also had a Feng Shui tradition, but its level was very low, definitely not personally taught by the Ancestor of Geomancers. This indicated that the origin of Feng Shui wondrous techniques was not the Ancestor of Geomancers as he knew.

It was still somewhat valuable information.

The Five Elements Corpse Workshop covered hundreds of li.

It had five extinct volcanoes serving as corpse nurturing grounds, with rugged rocks and sparse trees. Grand halls and scattered vermilion pavilions, along with pathways all made of Yin jade, gave it a simple yet profound essence.

Various formations and restrictions were densely spread throughout. The market town alone had over a hundred thousand resident cultivators, and during peak periods, it could probably accommodate millions.

With profits of such a scale, it was no wonder the Wei clan couldn't hold onto it. If he were a rogue Nascent Soul cultivator, seeing such a large piece of fatty meat, he too would be tempted to take a bite.

Along the way, Wei Shuyue had already woken up.

Now, with the ancestor's support, she pointed towards the hall atop the tallest extinct volcano.

Indignantly, she said, “That is the core of my Wei family, now occupied by the Purple Cloud Sect. The remaining properties have also been plundered by rogue cultivators. Fang Long returned earlier than us, so he has probably already given notice.”

Wang Yu, however, said with a chuckle,

“No, he's still on his way, Shuyue... you're underestimating this ancestor's escape speed.”

“Furthermore, Fang Long will go directly to Cloud Mist Mountain for help. He wouldn't dare return here.”

Upon hearing this, everyone showed expressions of reverence.

“Ancestor, please make your move and apprehend these villains who took advantage of our plight.”

“Hahahaha, now listen to the sword's cry!”