Chapter 38: Ten Thousand Inheritances Returned to My Name, Protecting My Clan...
Ji Mingran bid farewell to his three companions and arrived at the treasure cave alone at midnight.
A man stood in the cave, dressed simply, his back solemn, motionless as if in deep meditation.
"Senior Brother Sanyang." Ji Mingran strode forward. She had arranged to meet Senior Brother Sanyang at midnight, but he seemed to have been waiting for a long time.
Senior Brother Sanyang had not returned to the sect since bidding her farewell a year ago, and the two only kept in touch occasionally through the sect's jade token. Ji Mingran finished memorizing the last batch of inheritances in the evening and informed Li Sanyang immediately, but she did not expect him to tell her to return immediately.
Senior Brother Sanyang returned in a short time, but the time to meet with Shen Qingluo, Guan Wangzhen, and Zhu Shibai was approaching, so she arranged to meet him at midnight.
This was a meeting after a year.
This is what the nine-tiered pagoda of the Dingsheng Sect's treasure cave used to look like.
After a long while, Li Sanyang withdrew his gaze and looked at his junior sister who was quietly waiting for him beside him, his eyes filled with a dark and complicated expression.
In just one year, the inheritance reached 100,000, all of which is here. Master was right about her; his junior sister is no ordinary person.
“Junior Sister,” Li Sanyang’s voice was hoarse, “You have an exceptional memory, yet you were burdened with the power of inheritance for no reason. You went through hardships to reach the Spiritual Cultivation Sect, but you could only stay confined within the peak and never leave. Your life hung by a thread, yet you still managed to accomplish all of this on your own.” He paused to compose himself before saying, “Junior Sister, I’m sorry to have wronged you.”
Ji Mingran shook his head, "Actually, I sneak out every day, and isn't it the back door you left for me, Senior Brother? Also, it wasn't just me who did it." Ji Mingran counted on his fingers: "Guan Wangzhen from Kuangfeng, Shen Qingluo from Yaofeng, and Zhu Shibai from Quanfeng, they all come to help every day."
"It's them." Li Sanyang remembered that they were the disciples who had broken through the training array with his junior sister a year ago and killed the Golden Core Purple Scale Red Python. At that time, they had even plotted to tie up his junior sister and use the old rope of the suspension bridge to push her to the other side.
"The sect should remember this merit for restoring the whole picture." Li Sanyang nodded, forgiving the three juniors' mischievous behavior.
He took off the storage bag tied to his waist, shook it in the air, and precious rings, jade, scrolls, swords, fans and other items flew out and floated in the air.
"Senior brother, what is this?" Ji Mingran looked up at the countless treasures and couldn't help but ask.
"I have been searching for many years for the treasures that were lost when the treasure cave collapsed, and I have only managed to find a few of them." Li Sanyang waved his right hand lightly, and the various treasures that were floating in the air flew in all directions, landing on the bookshelves or in some gaps and corners.
“At least this part of the treasure can be returned to its original place,” Li Sanyang said. “I will continue to search for the rest, leaving nothing behind.”
“No wonder this place is called the Treasure Cave; it truly holds secret treasures.” Ji Mingran took out a stack of scrolls from his brocade pouch, and stepped towards the central openwork area. “There are still these last few inheritances that haven’t been returned to their rightful place. Senior Brother Sanyang, please follow me.”
Planks materialized from the void with each step she took.
The Void Condensation Ladder. Originally created by the eighth-generation weapon-refining disciple of Quanfeng, it was destroyed three hundred years ago and has now been restored by the thirty-seventh-generation disciple, Zhu Shibai.
Li Sanyang followed Ji Mingran step by step, coming from the lowest level, the first floor of the Suspended Tower.
Ji Mingran walked towards the innermost bookshelf. "Senior Brother Sanyang, you once said that in order to ensure the safe return of the sect's inheritance, the sect should keep the news of me bringing the inheritance back under wraps, and it would be best for me to stay in Luanfeng and not go out."
The mention of this brought up Li Sanyang's guilt once again. He said in a deep voice, "Junior sister, I will seal your inherited memories. Tomorrow, no, tonight, you can leave the peak."
"I'm enjoying good food and lodging at the peak, and I'm also having a great time learning the skills. I really have no grievances," Ji Mingran interrupted his senior brother's worried mood once again.
Although Senior Brother Sanyang always appears stern and expressionless, he is actually quite emotional.
"I wanted to ask..." She stopped in front of the nearly full bookshelf and began placing the remaining scrolls of inheritance one by one. "Now that the inheritance has been returned and the treasures have been retrieved, how does Senior Brother plan to protect them?"
This news will eventually spread throughout the entire spiritual cultivation world. Even if no one knows how to retrieve the inheritance, they only need to know that the inheritance is hidden in the treasure cave. Cultivators who steal chickens and dogs and rob and plunder will naturally come upon hearing the news.
In any case, the current Dingsheng Sect is like a sieve with a broken net.
Li Sanyang's gaze swept over the layers of bookshelves. The title on the spine of each book and every word inside was written by his junior sister. He said in a deep voice, "I will inform the sect and first, we must prevent the news from leaking out. Then, we will have them keep a close watch on the sect and set up spells. I will not leave the sect for long."
The implication is that he will personally guard the sect, Luanfeng Peak, and the treasure cave.
The presence of Venerable Hongyan in the cave was indeed enough to deter those with ulterior motives.
“But Senior Brother Sanyang still needs to find the Soul-Stabilizing Technique for Senior Brother Xiaosen, doesn’t he? And he also needs to retrieve the sect’s secret treasures, doesn’t he? How can he accomplish this if he stays within the sect? Once he leaves the sect, it will be impossible to guard against him.” Ji Mingran placed the last book of inheritance on the table.
Li Sanyang said, "The patriarchs and disciples of each peak are all here. Their cultivation is not low, and they will do their best to protect us. There is no need to worry."
“Dingsheng Sect is too big.” Ji Mingran was still worried. “I’m afraid there might be some who slip through the net.” She looked up at the top shelf she had filled and said, “I thought about it seriously later. Instead of hiding and passively defending, it’s better to announce it. Three hundred years ago, all spiritual cultivators knew that Dingsheng Sect had countless inheritances and secret treasures, but few people dared to invade. Not for any other reason than that Dingsheng was the strongest, and that’s why the sect was named ‘Dingsheng’.”
"Senior brother's role in guarding the cave is the same. Only the strong are feared and no one dares to offend them. As long as the sect becomes the strongest sect again, there will be no need to worry about others stealing or attacking it."
"To restore our former glory, let's start by restoring the sect's grand formation." Ji Mingran rested his fingertips on the last book of inheritance, turned back and smiled at Li Sanyang, "Senior brother, lend me some spiritual power."
A fluorescent glow emanated from the last book of inheritance, swirling around his fingertips and rising upwards. The fluorescent light scattered, and one book after another lit up, forming veins of light that spread outwards from the innermost bookshelf and upwards from the first shelf.
The source of the protective array's power lies in the inherited power passed down through generations of the Dingsheng Sect.
The nine-tiered suspended pagoda relief is the array pattern of the sect's protective array, the Realm Array, while the 100,000 inheritances are auxiliary array spirit objects.
She restored the array patterns and returned the spiritual items one by one in order. Everything was ready except for enough high-level spiritual power to activate the grand array.
Ji Mingran made a hand seal, closed her eyes, and chanted an incantation, which completely enveloped her in the fluorescent light.
In the blink of an eye, countless fluorescent lights had gathered around the top of the tower, layer upon layer, converging towards the center. The dazzling light at the top of the tower coalesced into a cluster, and the burst of crimson flames spread out, drawing intricate patterns of varying depths along the bas-reliefs on the tower's body.
The entire tower shook violently, but in an instant, the runes on the ground and walls shone brightly, suppressing the shaking tower.
"This...this is..." Li Sanyang looked at Li Mingran in shock.
She is activating the sect's grand formation.
Li Sanyang immediately extended his palm forward, focusing his mind to transmit spiritual power. He concentrated on controlling the strength of his spiritual power to avoid accidentally injuring his junior sister with his Mahayana stage spiritual pressure.
The moment the Mahayana stage spiritual power touched Ji Mingran's body, it was ingeniously dispersed and guided along the array patterns to countless ports, flowing throughout the entire array.
With the addition of spiritual power from the Mahayana stage cultivators, the tower's runes could no longer suppress the surging array power. Layer upon layer of light emanated from the two of them, expanding larger and larger, layer upon layer, covering the entire tower, and then expanding outwards from the tower to the entire Dingsheng Sect.
Within the core of the light, blood oozed from Ji Mingran's eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, dripping onto the ground. Even with her exceptional talent for manipulating spiritual energy, controlling the Qi Array was far beyond her cultivation level. Just then, the jade ring hanging around her neck, hidden beneath her clothes, glowed faintly, emanating an icy chill that seeped from her chest upwards to the top of her head, suppressing the burning pain in her sea of consciousness.
At the same time, a powerful and gentle spiritual energy enveloped her, protecting her meridians.
A dazzling array of lights shone brightly, and the ground emitted a deep, resonant hum. Countless lights streaked across the territory of the Five Peaks and Two Rivers of the Dingsheng Sect like shooting stars.
At the Linfeng Guancang Forest, Wen Yunyun, the left steward of Yaofeng, Qiu Qingting, the left steward of Quanfeng, and Wen Congcong, the right steward of Kuangfeng, who were fighting fiercely and had agreed to a decisive battle that night, stopped fighting at the same time. Feng Disheng, the right steward of Yaofeng, and Chu Yunfei, the left steward of Kuangfeng, who were watching from the side, all looked up from the front.
Yao Feng, with a swift stroke of her crimson silver spear, caused the rocks in front of her to crumble amidst the dazzling light of the night sky. As if sensing this, she sheathed her spear and looked up, exclaiming, "The Realm Array?" Shen Qingluo, standing quietly to the side, followed her master's gaze and looked up at the sky.
In the Yu'an Hall of Kuangfeng, the Kuangfeng Patriarch Qi Qingling stood by the window, intently watching the shooting stars streak across the sky. He stroked his beard and laughed heartily, saying to Guan Wangzhen, "Disciple, great joy, great joy! Tonight is a night of great joy!"
Beneath the rocks of Quanfeng Waterfall, the usually murky and delirious drunken patriarch Liu Zhiqing, holding a cup of wine but not drinking, now had clear and sharp eyes, gazing silently at the flowing light in the sky, wine continuously dripping from his gourd. Zhu Shibai, who was responsible for looking after his master, reminded him, "Master, your clothes are wet."
Inside the Quanfeng Yujing Hall, Sect Leader Yuan Liu looked up at the night sky and asked, "Is that Uncle Sanyang? Wasn't he trying to enter the Xuanjiu Secret Realm?"
“I don’t know. He said he needs to focus all his efforts on breaking through the secret realm and should not be disturbed unless it is urgent. No one can contact him.” Lin Feng Peak Master Dong Lu was also in Yu Jing Hall at the moment: “But it did originate from Luan Feng, from the Treasure Cave and the Realm Gang Array.”
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