Chapter 55
Chapter 55
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 55
Chapter Title: The Yun Clan's Transformation
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Xiao Hei stuck his turtle head out, his beady eyes showing displeasure.
"You're the one with the higher cultivation. You should be up there blocking."
"Cut the crap. Look at this!"
Chen Jianghe took out a stalk of Clear Spirit Grass and waved it in front of Xiao Hei's nose, making Xiao Hei's eyes glow with green light.
"Master, give it to me, quick."
"So now you know I'm your master. You're a spirit beast now, you need to learn some gratitude. Without me, you'd still be a common turtle with a shortened lifespan."
"When we run into danger, you have to know to protect me, understand?"
Chen Jianghe gripped the Clear Spirit Grass tightly. He absolutely wouldn't let go unless Xiao Hei nodded.
Xiao Hei nodded frantically.
"Master, I was wrong. Quick, give it to me."
*Munch, munch~*
Xiao Hei took the Clear Spirit Grass in one bite and began to chew it carefully. The patterns on his turtle shell lit up with a faint glow as he absorbed and refined the spiritual energy contained within the grass.
An hour later, Xiao Hei smacked his lips, still wanting more, and looked at Chen Jianghe with an expectant gaze.
"So fragrant. Is this Clear Spirit Grass? Got any more?"
"I do. Wait a few days until you've completely digested this stalk, and I'll give you another."
"A few days? But I feel like I've already completely digested it."
"That's just your imagination. It actually takes two days to digest one stalk of Clear Spirit Grass. Be good."
Chen Jianghe hid underneath Xiao Hei, pressed tightly against his plastron. He could clearly feel that Xiao Hei's magical power had grown much stronger and knew that he had completely digested the Clear Spirit Grass, but he still planned to wait two days before giving him more.
This fellow's fear of death was no less than his own. If he wasn't baited with benefits, he might not be willing to shield him from above.
*Rumble~~*
Just then, a tremendous roar reached the bottom of the lake, allowing Chen Jianghe, hidden in the sandstone thirty meters below the lakebed, to clearly feel the tremors.
By now, a battle had already erupted on the lake's surface, but Chen Jianghe couldn't care less. He had no interest in being a spectator.
He just wanted to stay quietly at the bottom of the lake and ride out the Yun Clan's catastrophe.
The Yun Clan had shown him kindness, so he secretly prayed in his heart that they could overcome this disaster and become a top-tier immortal clan with two Foundation Establishment cultivators.
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Six ten-zhang-long crimson flood dragons thrashed about in the inner waters, causing the lake to boil.
Numerous aquatic creatures floated to the surface, belly-up.
A layer of small green fish covered the lake's surface.
Quite a few high-level Fishery Farmers and guest retainers who hadn't escaped in time were caught in the crossfire, dying under Lan Tianxiang's Profound Heaven Dragon Pattern Rope.
The Yun Clan Head, Yun Xiaotian, led five elders—six ninth-level Qi Refining grand cultivators in total—to surround Lan Tianxiang. The high-grade magical artifacts in their hands shimmered as they formed a battle formation.
Although they formed a battle array that amplified the combat power of the six ninth-level Qi Refining cultivators, they were facing Lan Tianxiang.
A great demon who had already successfully reached Foundation Establishment.
After just a few rounds, they fell into a disadvantage, their offense turning into a forced defense as they struggled to hold on.
The Yun Clan Ancestor did not move, wary of the four Foundation Establishment Ancestors on the flying vessels.
And the Foundation Establishment Ancestors on the four flying vessels also remained still.
They were waiting—waiting for Lan Tianxiang to kill the Yun Clan Head and the other five ninth-level Qi Refining grand cultivators.
That way, the Yun Clan Ancestor would be forced to act.
Then, they could reap the rewards like the fisherman in the fable. As long as Lan Tianxiang wore down and killed the Yun Clan Ancestor, they could execute Yun Bufan today and carve up the Yun Clan for themselves.
At the same time, they were also waiting for the phenomenon indicating that Yun Bufan had failed in his attempt to reach Foundation Establishment.
The Yun Clan Ancestral Hall.
Over a hundred Yun Clan disciples stood guard outside, holding their magical artifacts. Their gazes were firm, their expressions resolute; they were all prepared to die.
They were the final wall protecting Yun Bufan.
"Daniu, if that demon really breaks through, take the children and leave. You're not a member of the Yun Clan; you don't have to stay until the end."
Yun Huizhen whispered, her voice low as she instructed Yu Daniu.
"No. It was through the Yun Clan's grace that I embarked on the path of cultivation. Now I am a son-in-law of the Yun Clan, and my cultivation has reached the fifth level of Qi Refining. How could I cling to life at a time like this?" Yu Daniu said in a firm tone.
"I was born a farmer's son. To be able to marry you is the greatest fortune. How could I ever abandon you and flee?"
Hearing Yu Daniu's words, Yun Huizhen's beautiful eyes reddened and a thin mist formed within them. She gave him a solemn nod.
*Boom~*
Above the inner waters, Lan Tianxiang directed the crimson flood dragons to strike at Yun Xiaotian with their full might, drawing the five elders to fly in and rescue him. At that very moment, however, Lan Tianxiang's Profound Heaven Dragon Pattern Rope swept out, coiling towards the Sixth Elder, Yun Zhonghui.
With a 'bang', the defensive magical artifact on the Sixth Elder shattered. Imbued with the magical power of a Foundation Establishment cultivator, the Profound Heaven Dragon Pattern Rope lashed viciously against the Sixth Elder's body.
It was too late for Yun Xiaotian and the other elders to rescue him.
With a wave of Lan Tianxiang's hand, the high-grade magical artifact, the Profound Heaven Dragon Pattern Rope, suddenly erupted with a power that only a top-grade magical artifact should possess.
It shredded the Sixth Elder's body, turning him into a mist of blood that filled the sky.
"Everyone, be careful! This demon has reforged his magical artifact into a top-grade one!" Yun Xiaotian shouted.
Seeing the Sixth Elder killed by Lan Tianxiang, all the Yun Clan cultivators were filled with rage. Even the Yun Clan Ancestor's face darkened, his eyes turning cold and grim.
But when he saw the four flying vessels, he knew he couldn't act rashly, or the Yun Clan would face utter annihilation.
"Eighth-level Qi Refining disciples of the Yun Clan, join us in resisting the demon!" Yun Xiaotian yelled at this moment.
Hearing this, the Yun Clan Ancestor and the four remaining elders in the fight all had their expressions change drastically, their eyes revealing indignation and helplessness.
Yun Xiaotian was planning to use the lives of the eighth-level Qi Refining disciples to buy more time for Yun Bufan.
Following Clan Head Yun Xiaotian's order, a dozen or so streaks of sword light flew out from the lake's central island and joined the battle.
They knew what their mission was in joining this fight.
Yet, they showed not a trace of fear, nor did they hold any resentment toward Yun Xiaotian.
They were either heads of branch families or deacons of the main lineage; everything they had was given to them by the clan.
Now, as the clan faced a tribulation during its transformation, how could they, who had received a lifetime of favor from the clan, not step forward to defend it?
"You want these ants to throw their lives away? This venerable one will grant your wish." Lan Tianxiang laughed loudly. He controlled the crimson flood dragons with his divine sense and powered the top-grade Profound Heaven Dragon Pattern Rope with his magical power, charging through the Yun Clan cultivators.
To a Foundation Establishment Ancestor, Qi Refining cultivators were mere ants. No matter how many there were, it was futile.
About every incense stick's worth of time, another cultivator would either fall into the lake or be turned into a bloody mist in the sky.
As time passed, the Yun Clan Ancestor watched the Yun Clan disciples fall one by one. His eyes were bloodshot, his fists clenched so tightly that his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood instantly.
Suddenly.
The vortex above the ancestral hall on the central island came to an abrupt halt. Then, the vast amount of spiritual energy, as if devoured by a colossal beast, surged into the hall.
Witnessing this, a flash of joy crossed the Yun Clan Ancestor's eyes, only to be immediately consumed by boundless fury. The deathly aura emanating from him vanished in an instant. He summoned his top-grade flying sword and charged directly at Lan Tianxiang.
"Demon, this old man wants you dead!"