376: Chapter 370 A Huge Shock to the Huang Family

It was a sprawling complex of buildings constructed atop a massive Spiritual Vein.

Although it could not compare to the grandeur of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, it was considered quite impressive in the Fei Ye Island region.

His arrival caused a great sensation throughout the Huang Family.

A Nascent Soul Grand Elder had arrived in person.

For a Family like the Huang Family, whose highest-ranking members were only at the Golden Core Stage, it was no different from a Heavenly God descending to earth.

The main gates of the Huang Family were thrown wide open.

Two Golden Core Elders—the Grand Elder Huang Wanfu, and the Second Elder before them, Huang Anhui.

They led hundreds of Huang Family disciples at the Foundation Establishment and Qi Refinement Stages.

They had waited outside the main gates for a full hour.

The moment Chen Zhiwen stepped down from the wind-driving carriage.

Huang Wanfu, that old man who was usually accustomed to being overbearing, bent his waist until it was almost touching the ground.

That fawning expression on his face.

It was completely different from the self-willed Family head that Chen Zhiwen had seen in Huang Lichun's memories.

Chen Zhiwen did not care about their flattery.

Accompanied personally by Huang Wanfu, he toured the place the Huang Family was most proud of—the Huang Family Spirit Medicine Garden.

It was a massive valley covering several hundred acres.

The Spiritual Qi within the valley was thick, never dissipating throughout the year.

It had to be said that as a Family that had grown medicinal plants for generations, they truly had a knack for cultivating Spiritual Plants.

The scale here was far beyond that of the Li Family's Spirit Medicine Garden that had previously been attached to him.

Various Spiritual Plants, both known and unknown, were neatly divided into plots of spirit fields according to their attributes and age.

The fragrance of medicine assailed the nostrils, making one feel relaxed and happy.

"Senior, please look. This is the hundred-year-old Purple Ginseng cultivated by our Huang Family. Not only is it large, but its medicinal efficacy is also thirty percent stronger than wild ones."

Like a salesman, Huang Wanfu followed by Chen Zhiwen's side, spitting as he introduced it enthusiastically.

His face was full of smiles, attempting to find a trace of appreciation on Chen Zhiwen's indifferent face to prove the value of the Huang Family.

Chen Zhiwen just swept a casual glance over it.

A hundred-year-old Purple Ginseng.

For Cultivators at the Qi Refinement Stage and early Foundation Establishment, it was indeed a good thing.

But in the eyes of a great Nascent Soul Cultivator like him.

It was no different from a white radish.

He walked slowly along the path of the Spirit Medicine Garden.

His gaze kept sweeping across the spirit fields on both sides.

He was looking for something that could move him.

The foundation of the Huang Family was indeed good.

But what he needed were truly high-grade Spirit Medicines.

As he walked, his footsteps suddenly stopped in front of a separate spirit field that was strictly protected by a Formation.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

His gaze pierced through the light curtain of the Formation, locking onto a strange plant in the center of the spirit field.

It was a small plant only about a foot tall.

Its entire body displayed a translucent cyan color.

The most peculiar thing was.

On its leaves, there were fine golden patterns.

Faintly, it seemed as if a miniature Dragon was swimming on the leaves.

"This is..."

A flash of light appeared in Chen Zhiwen's eyes.

His breathing could not help but quicken slightly, and he confirmed the identity of this Spirit Medicine in his heart.

"Clear Phoenix Dragon Muscle Grass!"

Seeing Chen Zhiwen stop, Huang Wanfu hurriedly approached, his tone filled with unconcealable pride.

"Senior truly has a sharp eye. This is one of the treasures of our medicine garden."

"This is a seed that I obtained after a life-and-death struggle in an ancient ruin many years ago. I have carefully cultivated it for a hundred years to make it grow like this."

"Clear Phoenix Dragon Muscle Grass, a mutated Spirit Medicine that is said to have been tainted by the aura of a true Dragon and Phoenix, has incredible miraculous effects for tempering the Physical Body!"

Huang Wanfu boasted endlessly.

Chen Zhiwen did not pay attention to his chatter.

His heart rate did indeed quicken.

Because this Clear Phoenix Dragon Muscle Grass was too important to him.

Among the Cultivation Techniques he primarily practiced, there was an extremely overbearing Body Refining secret art called the "Nine Transformations Flame Spirit Art".

This secret art had infinite power.

But the conditions for cultivating it were extremely harsh.

One of the essential steps was to prepare a top-tier medicinal bath called "Clear Phoenix Jade Soup".

And this Clear Phoenix Dragon Muscle Grass.

Was precisely the core and hardest-to-find main ingredient for preparing the Clear Phoenix Jade Soup!

"Found it!"

Chen Zhiwen was ecstatic in his heart.

With this main ingredient, his Physical Body strength would surely welcome a qualitative leap.

By then, relying solely on his Physical Body strength, he would dare to withstand a full-force blow from a Late Nascent Soul Stage Cultivator!

However.

When his Divine Sense passed through the Formation and carefully probed the internal textures of the Spirit Medicine.

The light in his eyes quickly dimmed again.

"What a pity."

Chen Zhiwen shook his head inwardly.

A strong sense of disappointment welled up in his heart.

"It is just a seedling."

"Looking at the number of dragon patterns on the leaves, it has only just passed a hundred years at most."

"To be used as medicine to prepare the Clear Phoenix Jade Soup, this Clear Phoenix Dragon Muscle Grass requires at least five hundred years of age."

"A hundred-year-old seedling does not have enough medicinal efficacy; forcing it into the medicine will only ruin the entire pot of soup."

He sighed.

Five hundred years.

That was not a small number.

Even with a Formation to accelerate growth, it would require a massive amount of resources and a long time.

Chen Zhiwen withdrew his gaze.

The expression on his face returned to that unfathomable calm.

"Not bad."

He commented indifferently, not showing too much interest.

He did not want Huang Wanfu to see his desire for this item, lest this old fox raise the price on the spot.

Subsequently.

He stopped looking at the seedling and turned to walk towards another spirit field.

Since he did not find a top-tier Spirit Medicine that could be used immediately.

He could not return empty-handed.

He took out a list filled with the names of various medicinal Materials.

And handed it to Huang Wanfu.

"Prepare all the Spirit Medicines on this list for me."

"The more, the better."

Chen Zhiwen's tone was unquestionable.

The medicinal Materials on this list were all auxiliary Materials for refining Medicinal Pills required for the daily cultivation of Golden Core Stage Cultivators.

For the upcoming great war, the Ten Thousand Swords Sect needed a massive reserve of Medicinal Pills to support logistics.

Huang Wanfu received the list with both hands.

He looked at it carefully.

Although the quantity was huge, most of them were common varieties in the Huang Family medicine garden.

"Senior, please rest assured. This Junior will go and arrange for people to harvest them immediately."

Huang Wanfu patted his chest and guaranteed.

He hesitated for a moment, then added:

"As for the Spirit Stones... this Junior will take the liberty to grant Senior a thirty percent discount on everything!"

"Consider it a meager contribution from our Huang Family to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

He was a smart man.

He knew that using these Spirit Stones to exchange for the goodwill of a great Nascent Soul Cultivator was a profitable deal.

Chen Zhiwen nodded noncommittally.

Considering it as accepting this favor.

...

During his two-day short stay at the Huang Family.

Chen Zhiwen did not remain idle.

Besides waiting for the delivery of the Spirit Medicines.

A more important matter was to drag others into the fray.

Inside the golden and magnificent meeting hall of the Huang Family.

The atmosphere was once extremely heavy.

Chen Zhiwen sat in the main seat.

He held a cup of Spiritual Tea treasured by the Huang Family, slowly scraping the tea leaves.

And below.

The two Golden Core Elders, Huang Wanfu and Huang Anhui, stood respectfully.

Not even daring to breathe loudly.

"My Ten Thousand Swords Sect will have major military operations soon."

Chen Zhiwen put down the teacup, his voice echoing in the hall.

"We need to mobilize various affiliated forces to fight in coordination."

"Your Huang Family is also among those mobilized."

"I want you to provide men and effort."

His words were simple and direct.

There was no room for negotiation.

Huang Wanfu's face instantly became a bit ugly.

In the Cultivation world, wars really lead to deaths.

Especially when mobilized by a large Sect, they are often used as cannon fodder at the very front.

Although the Huang Family could be considered a hegemon on Fei Ye Island, if they were swept into the meat grinder of those top-tier forces.

They might not even be able to make a splash.

"Senior..."

Huang Wanfu swallowed his saliva, trying to negotiate.

"I wonder who the opponent is in this battle?"

"Our Huang Family has a weak foundation. If we encounter an enemy that is too powerful, I am afraid we will hold back the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

He was probing the bottom line in disguise.

If the enemy was too strong, even if he risked offending Chen Zhiwen, he would try to find a way to preserve his strength.

Chen Zhiwen looked at him.

A smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

Of course, he would not tell Huang Wanfu the truth.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect was to face the Deng Family, which had strong strength and a deep foundation.

It was a behemoth that possessed several Peak Late Golden Core Stage powerhouses, and perhaps even hidden half-step Nascent Soul Old Monsters.

If he told the truth.

Even if this old fox did not dare to refuse openly, he would definitely slack off behind his back.

"They are just some blind clowns."

Chen Zhiwen said lightly.

"Once the main force of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect is out, it will be like splitting bamboo."

"Letting your Huang Family participate is also giving you a chance to make contributions."

"What?"

"Does the Grand Elder seem somewhat unwilling?"

Chen Zhiwen's eyes instantly became sharp.

An invisible pressure radiated from him.

Directly covering Huang Wanfu.

Huang Wanfu felt his breathing stagnate.

His legs went soft, and he almost knelt on the ground.

"No... I dare not!"

He hurriedly lowered his head, cold sweat dripping down his forehead.

"This Junior... this Junior will go and assemble the Family disciples immediately!"

Just when Huang Wanfu was in a dilemma.

The Second Elder, Huang Anhui, who had been standing on the side in silence.

Suddenly stepped forward.

"Senior."

Huang Anhui took a deep breath and bowed deeply to Chen Zhiwen.

"Since it is a battle for the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, our Huang Family should naturally die for it."

"This Junior is untalented, but I am willing to lead the team personally, leading our Huang Family's elite disciples to go on the expedition with Senior!"

Her voice was crisp and loud.

Echoing in the hall.

Once these words were said.

Not only was Huang Wanfu stunned.

Even Chen Zhiwen looked at her with some surprise.

This woman.

Was actually much more courageous than that old fox, Huang Wanfu.

She was not only showing loyalty to Chen Zhiwen.

But also fighting for a future for the Huang Family.

If they could really make contributions in the great war.

Then the status of the Huang Family in this sea area would surely rise.

Moreover, she took this opportunity to break away from Huang Wanfu's control and hold the Family's military power in her hands.

It was simply a plan to kill three birds with one stone.

"Good."

Chen Zhiwen nodded in appreciation.

"The Second Elder is deeply righteous; this seat is very pleased."

"You shall lead the Huang Family's Cultivators to accompany me to the Ten Thousand Swords Sect."

He looked at Huang Anhui, who had a resolute face below.

In his heart, there was actually a trace of brief apology.

He knew very well.

The strength of the Deng Family was far from the "clowns" he described.

Once Huang Anhui went there.

She would face an extremely cruel meat grinder.

With her Mid-stage Golden Core Realm cultivation.

On such a battlefield, she was in danger of falling at any time.

He was blatantly tricking them into being cannon fodder.

However.

This trace of apology.

In the heart of an iron-blooded Cultivator like Chen Zhiwen, it did not even stay for a second before it was smoothed out by his cold, rational mind.

Benevolence does not lead an army.

Those who achieve great things must not be constrained by minor details.

For the victory of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, for his own path of cultivation.

What does it matter to sacrifice an Elder of an affiliated Family?

However.

After giving a stick, one must also give a sweet date.

"Go with peace of mind."

Chen Zhiwen's voice became a bit softer, but his tone was more solemn.

"This seat promises you here."

"If you unfortunately die in battle."

"The Ten Thousand Swords Sect will never mistreat your Huang Family."

"I will personally take action, using the resources of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, to Cultivate another Golden Core Cultivator for your Huang Family!"

"I will never break my word!"

This was a promise of extreme weight.

The promise of a great Nascent Soul Cultivator.

Upon hearing this, Huang Anhui's whole body shook violently.

She raised her head, her eyes full of excitement and disbelief.

With these words.

Even if she really died on the battlefield.

The Legacy of the Huang Family would not be severed, and might even usher in greater glory.

"Thank you, Senior!"

Huang Anhui knelt down like a golden mountain collapsing and a jade pillar falling.

"This Junior will not refuse even if it means death!"

...

The memory ended.

Chen Zhiwen swallowed the last bite of the Golden Thread Sweet Zongzi.

The light outside the carriage gradually dimmed.

Half a day's time, under the extreme speed of the wind-driving carriage, passed in a flash.

"We have arrived."

Chen Zhiwen stood up.

He pushed open the carved wooden door of the carriage.

A strong wind rushed in instantly.

Huang Xia and Huang Anhui also hurriedly stood up and walked to the door.

Below.

Night had fallen.

By the bright moonlight.

One could clearly see.

Between the rolling mountains, magnificent buildings rose from the ground.

Countless sword lights shuttled and patrolled in the night sky, as brilliant as a meteor shower.

The Sect-protecting Formation emitted a faint glimmer, covering the entire Sect, exuding a sense of strictness and killing intent.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect, we have arrived.

"So... so spectacular."

Huang Xia leaned against the door, looking at the incredible scene below.

Her small mouth slightly open, her eyes full of shock.

Since she was young, she had never seen such a massive Sect.

This was simply like an Immortal city standing on the clouds.

Huang Anhui was also full of awe.

This is the foundation of a top-tier large Sect.

Even if it has declined, it is not something our Huang Family can compare to.

Chen Zhiwen skillfully operated the wind-driving carriage.

Avoiding the alert area of the Sect-protecting Formation.

It slowly landed on a mountain Peak inside the Sect.

This is Crescent Moon Valley.

The environment is quiet, and the Spiritual Qi is rich.

It is usually a place specially used to receive distinguished guests of the Sect.

The wheels landed steadily.

"Come down."

Chen Zhiwen was the first to step off the carriage.

His feet stepped on the solid bluestone slab.

He turned to look at Huang Anhui who was following closely behind.

"Second Elder."

"Tonight, you will first settle down and rest in this Crescent Moon Valley."

Chen Zhiwen's tone returned to the coldness of official business.

"Do not walk around at will during this time; the Sect is under strict guard."

"As for the combat mission of your Huang Family Cultivators."

"After I return to the main Peak to discuss with the Sect Master, someone will come to convey it to you."

Huang Anhui's expression became serious.

She knew that once she arrived here, she was just a subordinate who obeyed orders.

"This Junior obeys."

She respectfully performed a military salute.

The movement was clean and neat, without any hesitation.

Subsequently, she pulled Huang Xia, who was still looking around, and walked towards the guest rooms in the valley.

Chen Zhiwen watched their backs as they left.

After confirming there was no one around.

He formed a hand seal.

And tapped lightly towards the massive wind-driving carriage.