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Chapter 702 - 597: Spiritual Vein

Chapter 702: Chapter 597: Spiritual Vein

He was already over two thousand five hundred years old.

He had already surpassed the minimum threshold of five hundred years for a Yuan Shen cultivator’s lifespan. Although he didn’t know how much longer he could live, he estimated it was only about five or six hundred years at most.

After all, an ordinary Yuan Shen cultivator, even if they took good care of themselves, could only live for two to three thousand years. Those who survived past three thousand were particularly persistent.

So, being two thousand five hundred years old, for a Yuan Shen Great Cultivator, meant that one’s life was officially ushering in old age.

Hence, even from the perspective of a cultivator, she was considered grandma-tier.

She had some connections with Wang Zijia, as she was the pillar of the Yan family, Yan Qimeng’s ancestor.

"Junior Brother, don’t be so formal, come, let’s sit inside." Yanjuan, full of charm, warmly greeted.

Wang Zijia returned the courtesy with a slight bow and followed her into the courtyard.

Yanjuan had a typical female cultivator’s sense of aesthetics; the courtyard was elegantly decorated with a garden full of fragrant spiritual plants.

A gentle breeze blew, swaying the plants and flowers, and the scent of the flowers wafted throughout. The entire courtyard had a youthful freshness about it, devoid of an elderly woman’s twilight years, but instead, was filled with a young girl’s sentiments.

She seemed to be a grandma with a younger mindset!

The kind that could save countless disciples from struggling for three thousand years!

...

After touring the courtyard, the two arrived at a lakeside pavilion with a beautiful view. All the lotus flowers in the lake were in full bloom, their faint fragrance lingering around the tip of the nose, creating a pleasant sight.

The two of them sat down in the pavilion, and Yanjuan asked Wang Zijia, "Do you prefer tea or alcohol, Junior Brother?"

Wang Zijia looked at Yanjuan with surprise, "Senior Sister, do you usually like to drink?"

"I occasionally like to have a few sips!" Yanjuan responded.

She really did have a youthful mindset!

She was wealthy, well-preserved, and had a rich experience, an ideal target for a young man with a rich woman dream!

With this thought in mind, Wang Zijia said, "Let’s have tea!"

Yanjuan gestured behind her, and after a moment, a disciple brought up the tea set.

"Last time I went to your place, there were too many old folks around, and I didn’t get a chance to have a proper conversation with you. Today, just the two of us can have a good chat!" Yanjuan started the conversation in a friendly manner.

"That day was a bit rushed, I apologize for not being a good host!" Wang Zijia responded apologetically.

"Oh, don’t say that. I was the one who invited myself over. It was rather abrupt." After the initial small talk with Wang Zijia, Yanjuan steered the conversation, "I heard from the younger generation that you get along well with the disciples of our clan?"

Wang Zijia nodded, "Mmm, in the early days, I owed a lot to Yan Qimeng’s care, which helped me avoid a lot of trouble."

"Our two families really do have a long-standing relationship! We should keep in touch more frequently and not become strangers!" Yanjuan said smoothly.

"We should indeed!" Wang Zijia responded with a smile.

The two of them sat drinking tea, chatting amiably. Wang Zijia didn’t rush to mention the purpose of his visit.

At his current level, it was necessary to have relationships with some of the old folks in the sect.

Although most of them didn’t get involved in affairs, they were the ones who set the tone for many things. A single word from them could influence many aspects of the sect.

Since he had risen so rapidly, these relations were inevitably weak. Fortunately, everyone was conscious of getting closer to him, so as long as he was willing, it wasn’t too difficult to manage.

Half a day later, as the sunset painted the sky, its glow reflected in the lake. The white-pink lotus flowers looked like golden lotus blossoms, shimmering with spiritual light and dazzling under the rays of the rosy clouds.

The spiritual lotus flowers in the lake swayed, creating a truly magnificent scene.

It was worthy of a female cultivator’s cave mansion, they certainly put more thought into aesthetics than male cultivators did.

Seeing that the time was about right and not wanting to stay overnight, Wang Zijia didn’t want this Yan Senior Sister to teach him about her experiences.

Although she indeed had a wealth of experiences, she was over two thousand years old, thus Wang Zijia decided to state the purpose of his visit.

"Senior Sister, what are the conditions and regulations for the sect to divert a sixth-grade spiritual vein?"

A hint of joy flashed in Yanjuan’s eyes as she immediately asked, "Does Junior Brother want to develop a sixth-grade spiritual vein on your White Peach Peak?"

Wang Zijia nodded, "Senior Sister, you know, the previous Jade Talisman Vein was okay, it was home to a few big fish and small fish. But now, with such a big family, that broken place probably cannot satisfy everyone’s needs. However, having operated for so long, I don’t want to give up immediately."

"That’s excellent. The Xilin Branches do need a direct liaison. After supporting them for so many years, they all just go through the motions, making it a haven for subordinates to reap benefits and conceal filth. It’s almost a dedicated area."

Yanjuan first sighed, and then asked, "Junior Brother, are you planning to move a mountain and cut off its energy, or find a dragon and shift its vein?"

"What’s the difference between the two?" Wang Zijia only roughly knew the terms, so he asked without fully understanding.

"If you move a mountain and cut off its energy, it requires going deep into the Demon Forest, destroying a demon lair, and then moving the spiritual vein or even the entire mountain back."

"The trouble with this method is that you need to open up the Demon Forest, which requires some force. It would usually be fine, but given the sect’s ongoing warfare, it can be complicated to coordinate."

Yanjuan’s words made Wang Zijia nod in understanding.

Back when the war had not started yet, the conflict between him and the Yue Family originated from Yuan Shen Cultivator Elder Qianhu planning to develop the Demon Fox Forest. The Yue Family wanted to take advantage of being part of the Xilin Branches to get in on the action and benefit a little from it.

They hoped to build a relationship with a Yuan Shen Cultivator and even nurture the next generation Infant God.

However, Wang Zijia snatched the fruits of labor midway, which led to the existence of the current Jade Talisman Vein.

"Regarding the Dragon-seeking and Vein-shifting... Although our Qifeng is a seventh-grade top-level immortal spiritual pulse group, and the sixth-grade spiritual veins are not few, it’s not too troublesome to get it."

"However, over the years, the outlets of the sixth-grade veins have mostly been allocated out. Even if there are leftovers, they are temporarily held by the declining Yuan Shen clans. The application process is relatively complicated."

"Of course, with your conditions, junior brother, coupled with the many disciples you have cultivated for the sect in Qinglian World, you definitely qualify. It’s just unclear when the approval could come, and the dispatching might cause quite a bit of dispute."

Yanjuan explained seriously.

That is to say, one option may require queuing or even encroaching on others’ resources; while the other is straightforward, it demands that they conquer it themselves.

Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, considering the head teacher’s attitude, as well as the attitudes of many old folks in the sect. It seemed possible that if he just made a request, they would likely concede their spiritual veins.

As a result, Wang Zijia directly said, "Then, senior sister, help me apply. Speed it up if you can. My place really cannot support the current scale of disciples. If we want to manage the Xilin branches well, the sect must provide some support!"

The current Wang Zijia didn’t fear owing favors. Instead, countless people eagerly awaited him to extend a favor to them.

"Alright! I’ll try for you, junior brother!" Yanjuan said earnestly.

She was aware of the situation at Jade Talisman Vein—tens of thousands of true people and thousands of fake infants, which were equivalent to more than half of the elite in the inner sect.

Even if they were all settled in the Cave Mansions of Qifeng, as disciples of Wang Zijia, they would obviously prefer Jade Talisman Vein, especially when Wang Zijia often stayed at White Peach Peak.

Considering this, the resources of White Peach Peak were indeed insufficient.

Seeing that the matter was settled, Wang Zijia made some small talk before taking his leave under the brilliant evening glow.

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When he returned to White Peach Courtyard, it was quiet and deserted.

Wang Zijia, who was used to coming back to the courtyard greeted by Xiang Feifei and the other women eagerly waiting for him, found the silent courtyard quite unfamiliar.

Humans truly are strange creatures.

When they weren’t familiar before, being together day and night felt troublesome, interfering with his secret keeping, and everything about it was awkward.

Now that he was alone, it felt even more strange, as if something was missing everywhere he looked!

The empty courtyard, empty heart!

Shaking his head, he suppressed those thoughts at the bottom of his heart.

He directly went to the cultivation room where his mana subtly fluctuated, carving a passage stretching underground.

In the dim underground palace, bloody crystals shone with a glamorous red light under the illumination of spiritual light.

Dirty clay-like paper figures, which looked as if they had just been excavated, were patrolling. Above them, on the walls, brown-red fleshy tentacles wriggled.

A picture of eeriness!

Fortunately, he had good defensive measures for the palace. Nobody in the sect dared to search every inch of this area, so today’s incidents had not affected it.

After checking and ensuring there were no issues, Wang Zijia planned to turn this place into a secondary transit platform and move the core platform into the underground palace of Duobao World.

There, with the influx of demons, it was even stranger, absolutely suitable for storing and dealing with nether corpses. He wasn’t worried about mutual contamination or strange changes happening, like here.

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In the Hundred Demon Bewitching Realm, on the summit of the Market Lingmai Mountain in Nanfei Manor, Wang Zijia had a thought.

A white chess piece appeared. Even with the blessing of Duobao World, Wang Zijia still couldn’t figure out its purpose.

After fruitless deliberation, Wang Zijia stopped being fixated on it and put it away.

With a flick of his hand, he flung out a page.

"Thud!"

As the page exploded, a towering dark gold pill furnace tens of meters high appeared.

The entire mountain range slightly trembled for a moment. Strangely enough, such a heavy pill furnace didn’t sink into the ground but landed stably, as if it was being supported by gold and iron beneath it.

Looking at the alchemy furnace, covered with thick black pollution and horrific ghost patterns, Wang Zijia took a deep breath.

He pressed both hands onto it, simultaneously absorbing the pollution and starting to refine it.

This thing was different from the gold bell he had before. Apart from the lack of an artifact spirit and therefore not being a basic immortal tool, everything else was perfectly intact.

Although it could no longer be considered an immortal tool, it was a match for a magic treasure.

Thus, if Wang Zijia wanted to refine it, it would take a considerable amount of effort.

This was still thanks to the lack of spiritual wisdom, otherwise, it would have been even more troublesome.

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The next day in Changbao.

When Wang Zijia appeared again, Li Shenghui came to meet him straightaway.

This major repair, who refused to leave Changbao, always created a presence whenever Wang Zijia appeared in Changbao.

"Fifth Brother, what’s the matter? Could it be that you want to chat with me again." Wang Zijia still gave him a cold look and asked very calmly.

"You..." Li Shenghui opened his mouth to speak, but after a long pause, didn’t know what to say.