Chapter 1520: 念隋

"Back then," Tan Yien proclaimed, pointing to the large characters on the sheer cliff, "when the Venerable Grand Master founded Qingyang Temple, sages gathered from all over Beichen Realm, and Nascent Soul Patriarchs converged. With just one sword stroke, the Grand Master leveled a cliff without shaking the mountain peaks or raising any dust. This feat awed all heroes and won everyone's respect, becoming a legendary tale..." He was extravagantly praising Qin Sang's achievements.

Founding the sect was only one part of it.

His words stirred the young disciples' blood, filling them with extreme reverence for the mysterious Grand Master. Tan Yien observed this, nodding subtly, a faint smile playing on his lips, and an expression of anticipation on his face.

Qin Sang had completely stepped back.

Li Yufu, Aunt Mei, Shangguan Lifeng, and others were all devoted to their cultivation paths, either in secluded cultivation or traveling far and wide to seek opportunities for breakthroughs. Unless it involved major decisions, they rarely interfered with Tan Yien. Tan Yien had no restraints within the sect.

His gaze shifted from the disciples, sweeping over the magnificent landscapes of Qingyang Temple, a vibrant scene of thriving life and vigorous competition. Qingyang Temple's current prosperity was also partly due to his efforts! Its future growth into the foremost sect in Xiaohan Domain, or even Beichen Realm, was only a matter of time. Thinking of this, Tan Yien suddenly felt invigorated and thoroughly enjoyed the sensation.

"Take them to the back mountain dormitories first..." Tan Yien turned his head and said to a young man beside him.

Before he finished speaking, a red cloud suddenly flew towards the sect gate. This was Bai Hanqiu's flying artifact, which Qin Sang had personally refined for her, giving it an escape speed comparable to a magic treasure and making it unique in Qingyang Temple.

Tan Yien smiled, "Hanqiu is back... Oh? And who is this?"

The red cloud landed in front of Tan Yien, revealing Bai Hanqiu and a luxuriously dressed youth. Bai Hanqiu had long shed her youthful awkwardness and was now elegant and dignified. The youth had a refined appearance, dressed in brocade with a jade pendant hanging from his waist. Despite his young age, he carried a certain gravitas, suggesting he was likely a young master from a noble or royal family.

Facing the legendary cultivators, the youth clenched his fists, a bit restrained, but his gaze didn't flinch. He bravely met Tan Yien's scrutinizing eyes. Of course, this was also because Tan Yien had not released the imposing aura of a Core Formation cultivator. Bai Hanqiu was Qin Sang's disciple, and although her cultivation wasn't high, her status in Qingyang Temple was exceptionally high. The fact that she personally brought him suggested the youth's identity was likely significant...

Tan Yien looked at Bai Hanqiu with a questioning gaze.

Bai Hanqiu nodded and said in a deep voice, "This child's name is Qin Niansui. He is from a collateral branch of the Qin family, and his bloodline has been confirmed... He has a triple spiritual root!"

"The Qin family! A triple spiritual root!" Tan Yien took a deep breath, overjoyed. "The Venerable Grand Master finally has an heir!"

The two communicated via spiritual sense, discussing how to arrange Qin Niansui's future, even considering whether to alert Li Yufu and the others to collectively decide who should accept him as a disciple.

Just then, a faint ripple appeared at the sect gate, unnoticed by the disciples on guard. Then, two figures suddenly materialized out of thin air beside Tan Yien and Bai Hanqiu.

Tan Yien was the first to notice the anomaly, his face turning pale with shock. Upon seeing who it was, his shock turned into joy, and he immediately bowed to pay respects. "Your disciple greets the Grand Master..." Mid-bow, Tan Yien finally saw the person behind Qin Sang. Tan Hao did not conceal his cultivation, and his gaze was filled with kindness as he looked at him.

"Father..." Tan Yien froze on the spot, speechless with astonishment. He knew Qin Sang had gone to the North Sea to find his father, but he never expected him to find him so quickly. What astonished him even more was that his father had actually become a Nascent Soul Patriarch!

Bai Hanqiu did not recognize Tan Hao and respectfully bowed to Qin Sang, greeting her Master. However, someone was faster than her. When Qin Niansui saw Qin Sang, who looked exactly like the ancestor in the painting, he didn't hesitate. He dropped to his knees with a thud and kowtowed, his voice clear and resonant. "Your unworthy descendant, Qin Niansui, greets his ancestor!"

"Niansui..." Looking at the young Qin family member, Qin Sang, for some reason, suddenly recalled his time in Great Sui, searching for the path of cultivation when he first arrived in this world.

Qin Niansui didn't understand why and didn't dare to look up. He recounted everything in detail. "Your grandson's original name was Qin Yaowu. Before I left, His Majesty bestowed upon me the name Niansui."

Qin Sang chuckled inwardly. The current emperor, he wondered how many generations removed he was from Qin Sanwa. He had little emotional connection with the Qin family descendants. Raising the Qin family to royal status was merely out of consideration for repaying this body. Now, the Qin family had produced another disciple with cultivation talent, and a triple spiritual root at that. It was a brand new beginning. He could consider his meritorious deeds complete.

"Take him to cultivate with those disciples, and send him to the dormitories," Qin Sang said to the young man waiting nearby.

"Your disciple obeys." The young man glanced at Qin Niansui, then led the group away. A flicker of disappointment crossed Qin Niansui's eyes, but he merely took it as his ancestor testing him and remained full of ambition.

Qin Sang gestured for Bai Hanqiu to follow him, so as not to disturb the father and son's reunion. Bai Hanqiu was somewhat unsure of Qin Sang's intentions. After a moment of hesitation, she asked, "Master, about Niansui..."

"No need for excessive favoritism," Qin Sang said indifferently. "In Qingyang Temple, he is just an ordinary disciple. Qingyang Temple's various inheritances are more than enough for him to choose from. Let's observe his character and see how he progresses."

Bai Hanqiu's face showed a hint of shame, and she meekly assented, swallowing the words she was about to speak.

"Send a message to Yufu and the others, as well as all disciples at or above Foundation Establishment stage, to quickly return to the sect gate. In one month, I will have an important announcement." Qin Sang left the order, then directly departed Qingyang Temple, slowly flying towards Great Sui.

On this trip, he first landed at the place where he had awoken from the prisoner cart, then traveled downstream along the Wuling River, reached the former ferry crossing, and ascended Cui Ming Mountain. On Cui Ming Mountain, the old Qingyang Temple was preserved as it was. Below the mid-slope, a new, grand Daoist temple had been built. Legend had it that more than one immortal had appeared on Cui Ming Mountain, and the place was thriving with incense offerings, with an endless stream of pilgrims.

Bai Jianglan, Water Monkey, Daoist Jixin, Mingyue... These familiar names now seemed somewhat unfamiliar when recalled. Cultivators possessed photographic memory, but with the passage of time, some less important memories would gradually blur, only resurfacing when touched by emotion.

After a brief stay on Cui Ming Mountain, Qin Sang entered Sanwu City, which was now renamed Qingyang City. The descendants of the steamed bun shop owner were surprisingly still there, running the same business at the original location, but the taste had changed.

Qin Sang sighed softly and continued north. Following the path he had taken in the past, stopping and starting along the way, he arrived at the capital city. He did not enter the palace to meet the Qin family descendants, but instead ascended Sacred Mountain alone. Sacred Mountain had become a true holy land. Tan Yien had assigned guards, and without permission, not even the Emperor of Great Sui was allowed to step onto the mountain. The mountain was serene. The area around the Empress's tomb had become a forbidden zone that no one was allowed to enter.

Qin Sang slowly walked up, paused slightly, and with a wave of his hand, opened the seal he had personally left behind. He saw the uncarved stone tablet.