Myriad Spirits Immortal Clan

Hetian Mountain, inside a secret chamber of the Jin family's main hall, built entirely of black magnetic profound iron.

The sandalwood incense burned slowly, making the entire secret chamber appear even more mysterious.

Inside the secret chamber, four people gathered, each possessing a formidable presence simply by standing there.

Jin Xuanhen, who usually held great sway in the Jin family, was now the most humble among the four.

Jin Xuanhen took out Mingxin tea, brewed it, and warmly served the other three.

Before him, dressed in a python robe, resembling a prince, was none other than the West King Zhenren, who had led the attack on the Taiyi Sect years ago.

Back then, among so many Jindan cultivators, only Zi Tian Zhenren could withstand him.

This was why Jin Xuanhen dared to return to the Jin family from Taichang Market.

Now, he wasn't afraid that the Ye family and Chu Yanqing wouldn't come; on the contrary, he feared they wouldn't.

Those Jindan cultivators of the Taiyi Sect even used this as an opportunity.

If they helped the Qinghe Sect expose the Ye family, it would be a great achievement. Even if they were placed in the Qinghe Sect, they would be meritorious officials, so why should they care about the Taiyi Sect's opinion?

Even in the future, if the Qinghe Sect unified the Yan Kingdom in one fell swoop, who would own the spiritual mountains of the Taichang Mountains was uncertain.

"Fellow Daoist Jin, relax. Joining the Qinghe Sect is definitely the wisest move for your Jin family."

"Do you think the Taiyi Sect can really stop the iron hooves of our Qinghe Sect? If it weren't for the Medicine King Valley's intervention back then, there would be no Taiyi Sect today, let alone a small Ye family in the desolate wilderness!" West King Zhenren said casually.

"That's natural…" Jin Xuanhen didn't want to say too much, so he could only keep pouring tea. After all, he hadn't yet made any contributions, and the Qinghe Sect might not be willing to allocate a piece of land to the Jin family, so he wouldn't say anything that contradicted the Taiyi Sect.

Seeing this, West King Zhenren naturally felt displeased.

Even at this point, Jin Xuanhen was still trying to please both sides.

He couldn't help but lower his evaluation of Jin Xuanhen. This Jin Xuanhen was indeed only passable in terms of cultivation; in terms of handling affairs, he was far inferior to Jin Chengyun.

However, at this point, he naturally wouldn't say anything more.

…

In summer, the weather always became unpredictable. Sometimes, the sun was shining brightly one moment, and the next, it turned into a torrential downpour.

At this moment, the continuous mountain range was covered layer upon layer by dark clouds, making everything appear particularly dull.

On Hetian Mountain, however, lanterns and streamers were hung, and colorful ribbons like silk and satin fluttered in the wind. There were also many dazzling spiritual fireworks, forming a sharp contrast.

Jin Xuanzhao, the late-stage Zifu elder of the Jin family, had an unusually poor complexion. Today was their Jin family's eight-hundred-year ceremony, which was considered an extremely important clan celebration.

Moreover, they had invited many forces from Taiyi Prefecture, Taiqing Prefecture, and Taihang Prefecture.

But this weather really made people think that the Jin family was on the verge of collapse.

"Arrange for people to dispel these dark clouds. We must have purple energy coming from the east and the scorching sun shining brightly."

Since Jin Chengyun's fall, the Xuan generation of the Jin family had become the most senior.

Hearing this, many Jin family cultivators flew into the air.

After spending a lot of effort, the dark clouds dispersed, and the sun shone down, but Jin Xuanzhao was still somewhat dissatisfied.

After all, this was a bad omen.

"You go and notify Chengnan and Chengxin, and let them patrol the surrounding thousands of miles of spiritual mountains. Immediately alert us if there are any unusual movements!"

"In addition, let some of the family's geniuses go to the small secret realm and wait!"

…

Jin Xuanzhao thought for a moment and then arranged several response plans.

For cultivators, they had to believe in this kind of weather phenomenon.

He actually wanted to discuss postponing the eight-hundred-year celebration with Jin Xuanhen, but Jin Xuanhen directly refused.

He couldn't help but miss the days when Jin Chengyun was around.

If he were here, he would never be so confident.

Since people had released the news, they naturally wanted revenge.

Otherwise, if a Jindan cultivator didn't want to leak information, who could leak it?

Jin Xuanzhao couldn't help but take another look at Hetian Mountain.

Hetian Mountain was definitely a relatively famous mountain in the Yan Kingdom. The entire clan mountain was composed of five peaks, the most important of which was the Hetian Main Peak, and besides the main peak, there were also the Four Sons Peaks, corresponding to the Jin family's Four Arts Halls respectively.

"I hope there won't be any problems." He murmured and continued to busy himself.

…

As the Si hour arrived, the scorching sun in the sky gradually became fiery.

And Hetian Mountain also began to liven up, with cultivators constantly arriving with gifts.

Many of these cultivators were wandering cultivators and cultivators from some small families who had heard the news.

For this kind of ceremony, they only needed to send a decent gift to get a spiritual meal. Sometimes, they could even see fights between high-level cultivators.

There were even high-level cultivators accepting disciples around the ceremony.

Of course, Qi training cultivators and Qi training families would only have their names recorded even if they sent gifts.

Only Foundation Establishment cultivators and Foundation Establishment families would have their names read out by Foundation Establishment cultivators, which was considered a chance to gain fame.

And Zifu cultivators and Jindan cultivators were the ones who received cheers.

The Jin family had also put a lot of effort into this ceremony, specially arranging a formation that could send a spiritual rain baptism to the cultivators who came to congratulate them.

Hetian Mountain was even more fully decorated, with pavilions every so often, and spiritual fruits and spiritual tea placed in many places on the entire staircase.

After all, it was the Jin family's eight-hundred-year clan celebration, so the arrangements were still very grand.

"From Taichang Prefecture, Ji Boyuan of Huaian Mountain specially offers a three-hundred-year-old Red Flame Ginseng, congratulating the Jin family on its eight-hundred-year clan fortune, rising like a dragon, and wishing the clan peace and prosperity in the future, creating an even more prosperous age!"

"From Taichang Prefecture, Chen Bojun of Xiaoshui specially offers a second-order Yellow Cloud Jade, congratulating the Jin family on its eight-hundred-year clan fortune, creating a thousand-year-old family, and climbing to the hall of True Monarchs!"

…

A series of congratulatory voices made Jin Xuanzhao slightly joyous. He landed on a high point of the mountain and finally began to welcome the Zifu families and Zifu cultivators with the rest of the Jin family.

"From Taichang Prefecture, the Jiang family of Xuanyuan specially presents a third-order Purple Azure Silkworm Armor, congratulating the Jin family on its eight-hundred-year clan fortune, creating a thousand-year-old family, and climbing to the hall of True Monarchs!"

"From Taichang Prefecture, the Li family of Wuyuan specially presents a third-order Azure Profound Yuan Wood core, congratulating the Jin family on its eight-hundred-year clan fortune, creating a thousand-year-old family, and climbing to the hall of True Monarchs!"

…

Jin Xuanzhao also went forward one by one to welcome these Zifu cultivators.

However, what made his expression unpleasant was that although the cultivators who came from the Zifu Jindan families of Taichang Prefecture were all Zifu cultivators, they were not the most authoritative cultivators in their respective families.

As Taichang Prefecture was like this, next, Taiqing Prefecture and Taihang Prefecture were also the same.

In the end, Ye Jingyun led Ye Jingyong and Chu Yanliu to the foot of the mountain.

The Ye family was still outwardly a Zifu family, but of course, no one really regarded the Ye family as a Zifu family.

After all, now, except for Jade Dragon Valley and Taihang Market, almost everything else in Taihang Prefecture was under the control of the Ye family.

It should be known that even the Jin family's branch family arranged in Taihang Prefecture could not achieve such a level of treatment.

Of course, many people had also heard about the Chu family's affairs.

They also knew that Ye Jingyong's wife was Chu Yanliu of the Chu family.

Although she was only a collateral relative, her appearance here was enough to focus attention on them.

When Ye Jingyun presented the treasure, the cultivator who was cheering couldn't help but hesitate.

He didn't read it out.

However, even though he didn't read it out, Ye Jingyun was seen reading it out loudly.

"The Lingyun Ye family of Taihang Prefecture congratulates the Jin family on its eight-hundred-year celebration and specially presents a third-order round wooden treasure coffin, hoping that the Jin family's fellow Daoists will like it!"

As soon as these words came out, all the cultivators were extremely shocked. The Jin family was a Jindan family, and the Ye family was only a Zifu family, and Ye Jingyun was only a Foundation Establishment cultivator.

Anyone who saw this scene would feel that there was something unusual about it.

But some people remembered.

When the Ye family's restaurant in Taihang Market had a grand opening, the Jin family and the Kong family sent a bell.

Now, the Ye family was simply using their own methods to treat them in the same way.

Of course, although everyone understood, they still thought that the Ye family was a bit too bold.

They looked at each other and finally retreated, fearing that they would be affected.

Only Jin Xuanzhao's chest heaved for a long time, and he still said a word of invitation.

Ye Jingyun and Ye Jingyong also laughed loudly, walked坦然 through the Jin family's Golden Jade Gate, and enjoyed the spiritual rain prepared by the Jin family.

They also swaggered up the spiritual mountain and sat in the seats of the Zifu family.

Not long after, cultivators from the Three Prefectures of the Heavenly Saber Sect also came, but for some reason, no Jindan cultivators came to this ceremony, only Zifu cultivators.

There were even few mid-stage Zifu cultivators.

Many wandering cultivators, seeing this situation, had already begun to retreat to the back.

Everyone was clear that the Jin family might not be able to complete the celebration today.