26: Chapter 26 Welcoming the Young Master Back to the Clan

The tianyang emperor bead was slow to retract its imperial Dao aura, causing people to worry that Xie Wushang might undergo Possession.

"Could there really be something wrong with Wushang?" Jiang Daoran rubbed his hands together, feeling anxious and somewhat worried in his heart.

"If this little brat really had his Soul taken by an Evil Spirit, he would definitely be obliterated by the imperial weapon. If so, my grandson would be beyond saving." Wang Zhiyin held her breath, feeling extremely anxious as she looked at Xie Wushang ahead; she did not want the latter to have any problems.

After all, this was her grandson's precious medicine!

"It must be fine, it must be fine. Otherwise, who will save Brother Yaoyang?" Wang Linglong tugged at the corner of her clothes and wept softly.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, high up in the sky, the pair of eyes manifested upon the sun withdrew their gaze.

The imperial might on Xie Wushang's body vanished, but imperial charm still lingered.

If refined, it could not only wash the tendons and cleanse the marrow, but also stimulate the remnant imperial blood of the ancient ancestors within his body, providing endless benefits.

"The imperial weapon has finished testing."

"The Young Lord still has Qi!"

"No problems?" Seeing this, the members of the Jiang Clan all let out a sigh of relief.

"That was close, that was close!" Jiang Daoran let out a sigh of relief as he looked up at the imperial weapon.

The six Elders also looked up.

Grand Elder Jiang Yuyang cupped his hands in a salute and respectfully asked, "May I ask the Emperor Ancestor, what is the result?"

"Through this seat's testing, this child's Soul is clean and shows no signs of being eroded by Evil Spirits. He is undoubtedly a descendant of my Jiang Clan."

The tianyang emperor bead spoke rather domineeringly, its voice resounding across tens of thousands of miles of the Jiang Clan's territory, echoing endlessly.

"He is a descendant of my Jiang Clan!" Hearing this, Jiang Mo let out a sigh of relief.

"My grandson... was not robbed of his Soul by an Evil Spirit." Tears streamed down Jiang Daoran's old face; just now, he truly couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"He's fine?" Wang Zhiyin's tightened nerves gradually relaxed as a sneer curled at the corner of her mouth, and she looked at Xie Wushang.

"That's a relief!" Wang Linglong patted her chest.

She also let out a sigh of relief.

When she looked at Xie Wushang, her gaze was like that of a poisonous scorpion.

High in the air, Xie Wushang's gaze flickered slightly as he swept his eyes across Wang Zhiyin and Wang Linglong.

Relying on his powerful Divine Sense, he had long since sensed the malice emanating from the two of them.

"Hmph... Bullying my father, I will let you live for a few more days." Xie Wushang let out a cold snort and immediately withdrew his gaze.

Wang Zhiyin was merely a Saint King.

Insignificant.

His true opponent was the Wang Imperial Clan behind Wang Zhiyin.

Xie Wushang had returned this time to avenge his father.

To do it, he must uproot these people entirely.

Right from the beginning, a net had already been cast by Xie Wushang.

He wanted to lure these people into the game and walk right into the trap.

"Hehe, Wushang, you have already passed the return-to-clan test. From now on, you are the Young Lord of my Jiang Clan." Jiang Daoran looked at Wushang with a face full of joy, taking the latter's hand. With a haughty gaze scanning all directions, he majestically proclaimed to the clansmen, "Jiang Wushang is the son of my son, Jiang Tianxing. Now, he has acknowledged his ancestors and returned to the clan. From now on, he is the Young Lord of the Jiang Imperial Clan, enjoying the qualification to inherit the position of the Jiang Clan's Saint Lord... All of you must treat him with courtesy. Anyone who acts presumptuously will be dealt with according to the clan rules."

As he spoke, flames surged into the sky from within Jiang Daoran's body, evolving into a sea of fire suspended in the air. A sun slowly rose, hanging high in the sky, and behind him, a thousand-meter-tall dharma manifestation appeared, standing behind him and overlooking the ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers belonging to the Jiang Clan.

His half-step Great Saint-Grade Qi permeated the air, shrouding the entire Jiang Clan.

Causing birds and beasts to prostrate themselves and people to feel awe and reverence.

"We respectfully obey the Saint Lord's decree! Welcome back to the clan, Young Lord!"

"We respectfully obey the Saint Lord's decree! Welcome back to the clan, Young Lord!" Countless members of the Jiang Clan bowed in salute and responded.

That voice was like a giant bell and a resonant chime, resounding throughout the entire Jiang Clan.

"Enjoying the qualification to inherit the Saint Lord position... Is this treating Xie Wushang as the heir?"

Wang Linglong looked panicked as she glanced at Wang Zhiyin beside her.

"An heir? It remains to be seen if he has the life to serve as one." Wang Zhiyin sneered.

Lifting her eyelids, she looked at Wang Linglong and transmitted her voice softly, "Let him be smug for a few days first... This little brat's Dantian has been crippled, and the inherited imperial blood within his body is insufficient. He must still be properly nurtured to stimulate his Bloodline, otherwise I'm afraid we won't be able to save your Brother Yaoyang."

"Great-aunt's words are very true. If the imperial blood within his body is rich, it will be just right to wash the tendons and cleanse the marrow for Brother Yaoyang." Wang Linglong nodded.

"Back in the past, Uncle Jingyang relied on Jiang Tianxing's imperial blood to forge his Quasi-Emperor Foundation, stepping into the Quasi-Emperor Realm at a very young age."

"If Brother Yaoyang also has such an Opportunity, in the future, he might even have a chance to attain the Dao and become an Emperor."

She looked at Xie Wushang, a sneer curving at the corner of her mouth, "Hmph, Jiang Wushang, I will let you live in glory for a few more days."

"From now on, this is your home!" Seeing everyone bowing in welcome with a face full of satisfaction, Jiang Daoran looked at Xie Wushang and said.

Xie Wushang wore a calm expression.

"This child's Dantian is shattered, and he was threatened by a Saint... Presumably, he must have been frightened. So be it, let him ease up first."

Seeing Xie Wushang's calm face without any emotional fluctuation, Jiang Daoran thought to himself.

He simply assumed his own grandson had been scared.

"You must be tired. Grandfather will take you to rest first, and by the way, we can have a good chat." Jiang Daoran glanced at Xie Wushang and said kindly. With a wave of his large hand, flames turned into auspicious clouds that carried Xie Wushang and flew toward a heavenly palace.

Xie Wushang's gaze was haughty as he swept across all directions.

What met his eyes were towering mountains and rows of suspended divine platforms.

Among the mountains were spiritual springs and flying waterfalls, Spirit Beasts chirping, colorful flowers and plants, and occasionally colorful mists rising—truly bearing the grand style of an immortal family.

"The Jiang Clan is truly worthy of being an Imperial Clan; the Spiritual Qi within the clan is rich. If I Cultivate here, it can indeed help me quickly recover my Realm."

Xie Wushang thought to himself.

Although his Primordial Spirit was still present, he relied far too much on the power within the disaster prison bead.

His own true essence was insufficient, and he could not sustain continuous combat, so he had to recover his cultivation as soon as possible.

"As expected, Wushang is just lacking a sense of belonging for the moment, which is why he is so indifferent. Once he slowly gets used to the Jiang Clan, naturally he will grow close to me in the future." Seeing the look of satisfaction in Xie Wushang's eyes, Jiang Daoran also breathed a slight sigh of relief and revealed a smile in his eyes.

"Wushang, ahead is the Tianxing Divine Palace, which was your father's former Dao field. Grandfather has always had people tend to the flowers and plants here; you can move straight in." Jiang Daoran pointed at a divine mountain ahead that was shrouded in a red light barrier and suspended high in the air.

On the divine mountain, there were halls and pavilions, small bridges over flowing water, and flying springs and waterfalls, appearing exquisite and magnificent.

"Tianxing Divine Palace!" Xie Wushang looked at the suspended mountain ahead.

Within the palaces of the suspended mountain, someone was indeed sweeping up fallen leaves.

Someone was also trimming the flowers and vegetation.

"Have they always been tending to Dad's Dao field... or was this arranged temporarily to put on a show for me?" Xie Wushang muttered softly.

He still wore a completely calm expression.

"No matter what, it cannot change the fact that Dad took out his own imperial bone to save the old fellow's youngest son." Xie Wushang thought to himself.

Jiang Daoran waved his palm, and the light barrier ahead dispersed. The flames beneath his feet turned into a divine bridge extending into the palace ahead.

Jiang Daoran pulled Xie Wushang along as they stepped onto the bridge and descended.

Inside the divine mountain's palace, many maids and guards walked out, cupping their hands in salutes, "Greetings, Saint Lord, greetings, Young Lord."