24: Chapter 24 Imperial Weapon Heavenly Sun Pearl

Xie Wushang had a calm expression on his face as he simply looked at Jiang Daoran.

"The Evil Spirit Qi has been cleared. Thankfully, thankfully. Although your Dantian is shattered, it can still be repaired. Wushang, do not worry; Grandfather will find a Saint-Grade medicinal herb for you shortly to help you repair your Dantian." Jiang Daoran retracted his hand and let out a sigh of relief as he spoke.

His tense nerves finally relaxed.

Xie Wushang nodded slightly, neither refusing nor showing any joy.

"It seems Wushang still holds a bit of resistance toward me in his heart," Jiang Daoran muttered to himself.

"So be it. After some time, I suppose he will slowly get used to it and accept this new identity," he whispered inwardly.

"Let's go. Grandfather will take you to perform the ancestral return ceremony."

Jiang Daoran pulled Xie Wushang, covering a hundred meters in a single step and appearing before the seven Elders in two steps.

"Everyone, this is my, Jiang Daoran's, grandson, Jiang Wushang, and also the son of my son, Jiang Tianxing. Today, he returns to our ancestral roots."

Jiang Daoran glanced at the seven Elders, his gaze immediately turning proud and disdainful as he overlooked the mountains and rivers of the entire Jiang Clan.

"What? This is Young Master Tianxing's son!"

"I see!"

"Why is there no Qi fluctuation inside Young Master Wushang's body?!"

"No Qi fluctuations? Could he be a good-for-nothing?"

"How astonishingly brilliant Young Master Tianxing was, yet he gave birth to a good-for-nothing. What a pity!" The disciples of the Jiang Clan whispered amongst themselves.

Grand Elder Great Elder Jiang Yuyang, dressed in brocaded robes, stepped forward and cast a faint glance at Xie Wushang.

"With a shattered Dantian, even if it is repaired, he probably won't be able to compare with his peers."

He thought to himself, a look of regret flashing in his eyes.

"According to custom, when direct-line descendants return to the clan, their Divine Soul must be probed to determine whether they have been eroded by Evil Spirits," Great Elder Jiang Yuyang said.

As he spoke, Great Elder Jiang Yuyang and the other six Elders formed hand Seals, guiding a flame incantation into the Emperor Weapon, the tianyang bead, hanging high in the sky.

Suddenly, the Emperor Weapon, the tianyang bead, burst with brilliant light, emitting an incomparably majestic imperial might that enveloped all directions.

Jiang Daoran nodded slightly. He looked at Xie Wushang and said gently, "Wushang, just cooperate for a moment."

Xie Wushang looked up at the high sky. "An Emperor Weapon, huh!"

"Countless Disaster Kings are sealed inside my disaster prison bead... If the Emperor Weapon's spirit comes forth to probe, it might be hard to conceal."

Within the Disaster Prison Space.

With nine suns suspended in the sky behind him, Jiang Jiuyang spoke indifferently, "There is no need to worry. This tianyang bead is an Emperor Weapon I refined back in the day. You only need to stimulate a sliver of might from my tianyang halberd to make it wary."

"Besides that, I shall bestow upon you another decree."

"Remember, do not reveal my true identity; you only need to state that you are my successor."

"Alright!" Xie Wushang nodded.

Next to them, Ji Qianyue smiled charmingly. "Ninth Brother, you even guard against your own Emperor Weapon. You truly are cautious enough."

"Before recovering my cultivation in the Emperor Realm, I trust no one. Didn't you also choose not to go to the Ji Clan?" Jiang Jiuyang said.

His gaze was resolute.

Having learned the lesson of his demise, he no longer dared to gamble.

If he lost once more, there would be no hope of resurrection.

In this world, he only trusted Xie Wushang.

Simply because he was resurrected by Xie Wushang, who also helped him raise his cultivation step by step to the Quasi-Emperor Realm.

If Xie Wushang wanted to refine his remnant soul, he would have already done so long ago and wouldn't have waited until now.

"Let us begin." Xie Wushang's true body shifted his gaze slightly, looking up at the Emperor Weapon, the tianyang bead, in the sky, and spoke calmly.

"When the Emperor Weapon probes your Sea of Consciousness, the pressure might be quite terrifying. Bear with it. If you can absorb a sliver of the Emperor Weapon's Dao rhythm, it can help you forge a Quasi-Emperor Foundation," Jiang Daoran instructed. Exactly because of this, he spared no effort in convening the Clan Elder Council to summon the Emperor Weapon.

Otherwise, for ordinary matters, even Jiang Daoran would not be able to summon the Emperor Weapon.

Only when a direct-line descendant lost outside returned to the clan could it be done.

Direct-line descendants might enter the core of the Jiang Clan. If they were not thoroughly inspected and were taken advantage of by Evil Spirit alien races, the harm would be immense.

"An Emperor Weapon's Dao rhythm, huh!" Xie Wushang narrowed his eyes slightly and glanced at Jiang Daoran once more.

"Is he... acting out of consideration for me? Or does he want to forge a good Foundation for me, only to make wedding garments for his precious grandson later?"

Xie Wushang whispered.

Back in the day, his father Jiang Tianxing cultivated bitterly, solidifying his Foundation and making the inherited emperor's blood within his body incomparably rich.

In the end, it only benefited his second younger brother, Jiang Jingyang, forging a Quasi-Emperor Foundation for him.

After giving another word of caution, Jiang Daoran raised his head and looked at the Emperor Weapon, the tianyang bead.

"I must ask Senior to restrain your imperial might so as not to injure my grandson." Jiang Daoran wore a look of concern.

"Very well!" Within the tianyang bead, a man's voice manifested, speaking with considerable majesty. Immediately after, within that bead which resembled a sun, a pair of pupils suffused with fire Qi manifested, overlooking from above and locking onto Xie Wushang in a single glance.

Within the Emperor Weapon's pupils, a mighty force of Divine Sense immediately poured down like a waterfall, enveloping Xie Wushang's body and invading his Sea of Consciousness.

"A shattered Dantian, cultivation completely lost, mere trash—and yet I, the Emperor Bead, am asked to personally act to welcome him back to the clan?"

"This is simply wasting the power of my Emperor Spirit. This Jiang Daoran has truly grown muddle-headed. It seems the Jiang Family is due for a new Holy Lord."

As the force of Divine Sense poured down, the tianyang bead spirit emitted a lazy and somewhat displeased conscious voice.

Afterward, its consciousness easily entered Xie Wushang's Sea of Consciousness.

"What a vast Sea of Consciousness! It already rivals that of a Great Saint Realm expert." As soon as it entered the Sea of Consciousness, the spirit stirred with layer upon layer of ripples.

It saw that this Sea of Consciousness was boundless and vast, comparable to that of a Great Saint Realm expert.

At the same time, flames surged within the boundless Sea of Consciousness, illuminating the entire space, and a halberd stood right in the center.

The gray-haired Xie Wushang retracted his aura and stood holding the halberd.

"Xie Wushang, son of Jiang Tianxing, greets Senior." Xie Wushang held the halberd and saluted.

The consciousness of the tianyang bead spirit manifested as a child of about ten years old.

The child wore a fire-red robe with fluttering sleeves, and behind him floated a bead resembling a sun, casting its radiance across the eight desolate domains.

The tianyang emperor bead spirit looked in shock at the halberd gripped in Xie Wushang's hand.

The halberd was shattered, its tip missing, and its shaft covered in cracks and notches.

Yet it still exuded an extremely dense imperial might—an imperial might that seemed capable of cleansing the universe and incinerating the heavens.

"This, this is Master's tianyang halberd... It's Master's tianyang halberd." The tianyang emperor bead spoke with a face full of excitement.

The Emperor Bead spirit widened its eyes, looked at the tianyang halberd, and lunged forward.

"Brother Ji... You, why have you become battered to this extent? Where is Master? Where is Master?" The weapon spirit stroked the halberd and wept bitterly.

However, the tianyang halberd did not emit any responding sound.

"Brother Ji... There is no trace of Brother Tian's aura. Could it be..." The tianyang emperor bead spirit felt a sense of loss and looked up at Xie Wushang.

"The tianyang halberd has been destroyed, and its weapon spirit annihilated..." Xie Wushang said. Back then, when he discovered this halberd in the Disaster Battlefield, it was already battered beyond recognition, its imperial might restrained like ordinary iron. It was only because a wisp of Great Emperor Jiuyang's remnant soul was hiding within a piece of Emperor Flame Gold beside the halberd that Xie Wushang discovered it, nourishing it with the power of his Natural Disaster Dao Body to help it revive.

Afterward, he searched for numerous precious medicinal herbs in the Disaster Battlefield, which allowed Great Emperor Jiuyang to recover to his current Quasi-Emperor Realm cultivation.