Protect Our Clan Leader - Chapter 1238 - 1238 9 Shou Zhe Obtains the True Method Lici

Chapter 1238: Chapter 9: Shou Zhe Obtains the True Method! Lici Returns to Her Country Chapter 1238: Chapter 9: Shou Zhe Obtains the True Method! Lici Returns to Her Country “`
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Time slipped away.

Before he realized it, Wang Shouzhe had already been living in the Evergreen Garden of Green Emperor Valley for nearly three months.

With the guide, Wang Lingzhu, he had visited all the sightworthy and accessible spots within the Lingyun Holy Ground during this time. He also encountered his fifth sister, Wang Luoqiu.

However, Luoqiu had always been competitive and, after briefly accompanying Wang Shouzhe and Ningxi, she once again immersed herself in rigorous cultivation.

It was very clear that her childhood dream of becoming Empress had never faded, and she was determined to fulfill the lofty goals she had once boasted about.

During these three months, Wang Shouzhe had truly broadened his horizons; he had not expected formations to have so many applications. This had also inspired him a great deal.

He had already planned that, once he returned home, he would make some adjustments to his family’s Spirit Gathering Array, uncovering new functions like a chamber specially designed for clan members to utilize the faint increase of innate abilities in infants due to high concentrations of spiritual energy, maternity rooms, infant nurseries… and so on and so forth.

Having spent such a high price to build the Spirit Gathering Array, it was only right to maximize its utilization rate.

While relaxing leisurely,
this day finally arrived.

It was the day when the lord of the Sacred Land, Jiang Zhencang, emerged from seclusion and summoned Wang Shouzhe.

However, Jiang Zhencang did not arrange the meeting in the more formal Lingyun Holy Temple, but instead in a side hall of his own residence. He even specially dispatched his legitimate successor, Wang Ying Xuan, to greet them, giving ample face to Wang Shouzhe and the others.

Not befitting his revered status, Jiang Zhencang’s residence was not particularly luxurious, simply a modest courtyard with grey tiles—a stark contrast to the grand and majestic Lingyun Holy Temple.

Still, the arrangement inside the courtyard was meticulous with little bridges over running water, green trees, and red flowers, showing an extremely thoughtful layout. It was obvious that the owner had taken great care of it, filling it with a homely atmosphere.

Under the lead of Wang Ying Xuan, Wang Shouzhe and the others passed through the Moon Gate, wandered along winding corridors, and quickly arrived at the side hall.

The side hall was situated by a pond with green stone slabs laid along the bank, and at the entrance stood a peach tree in full, bright bloom.

The decor of the side hall was also very simple; at first glance, it didn’t seem much different from the homes of many minor prominent families in the south, oddly normal.

“Grandfather, this residence was built by the Master in imitation of the house he lived in before entering the Sacred Land, to remind himself to never forget his original aspirations,” Wang Ying Xuan explained, seemingly noticing Wang Shouzhe’s curiosity, “The Master is inside; let us go in.”

With that, she led Wang Shouzhe and the others inside.

As soon as Wang Shouzhe entered, he immediately caught sight of a figure.

It was a tall silhouette, pausing to look at a map of an extraterritorial battlefield.

The man was dressed in a dark cyan robe, wearing a jade crown on his head, and though his hair was silvery white, his back was still as straight as an arrow.

Like the old pines perched atop precipitous cliffs that had endured through harsh winters and summers, violent storms, yet never wavered, their branches reaching for the sky with unwavering strength.

Wang Shouzhe’s expression turned solemn, and he stepped forward to bow deeply: “Shouzhe, along with my grandson Ning Xi and his wife Lingbo, greets Master Jiang.”

In his heart, he held a great deal of admiration for Jiang Zhencang.

In his small three thousand years as the Sacred Master of the Lingyun Holy Ground, he had to bear the twin responsibilities of educating Da Qian and leading the main forces on the extraterritorial battlefields.

Generations of disciples from the Sacred Land and various Academic Palaces had gone forth to those battlefields, unafraid of death, fighting on the frontlines. With their weapons and flesh and blood, they had held back the invasions of the demonic beasts from beyond, sacrificing for and contributing to the peace and prosperity within Da Qian.

Even Master Jiang had frequently taken turns to man the battlefields. Over the more than three thousand years, the number of demonic beasts that had died directly or indirectly by his hand was countless.

One could say that without these men holding the line, there would not be the peace and stability they enjoyed today.

“Shouzhe has arrived,” Jiang Zhencang turned around, sizing up Wang Shouzhe with a smile, “They say Shouzhe has the stature of a handsome immortal, and as I see today, it is indeed true.”

“Master flatters me.” Wang Shouzhe responded modestly, “Compared to the Master’s divine presence, like an ancient immortal descended to earth, Shouzhe still has much to improve.”

Th𝗂ѕ 𝕔h𝑎p𝐭єr 𝒾𝑠 p0𝕤𝐭𝙚𝗱 bƴ 𝘒𝚒𝖙ҽ𝑛𝐨νҽ𝐥

After exchanging a few pleasantries,
Jiang Zhencang greeted the younger generation briefly and instructed Wang Ying Xuan to entertain the two young ones and take them out to play. Then he warmly pulled Wang Shouzhe aside, saying, “It’s hard to come by a meeting with Shouzhe, let’s put aside other matters for now and play a game of Go.”

Then, he eagerly set up the game board.

“…”

Wang Shouzhe became silently speechless.

Two hours later, Jiang Zhencang laughed heartily: “Shouzhe’s Go skills are indeed as surprising as the legends say.”

Four hours later, Jiang Zhencang’s smile became even warmer: “Meeting Shouzhe, I indeed regret not having done so sooner.”

Six hours later, Jiang Zhencang reluctantly said: “Enough, enough. One must show restraint with addictive pursuits. Let’s end for today.”

You’re of the Transcendent Void Realm, your word is law.

Wang Shouzhe put down the game pieces, concluding this “game”.

At this moment, Jiang Zhencang had already prepared a set of tea ware, placing it on the low table between them.

“Shouzhe, have a taste. This is Immortal Tea from the Peak Level Twelve Wu Dao tea tree of the Immortal Palace. It must be brewed with the finest water from the Immortal Spring to unveil its exquisite flavor.”

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