Chapter 1382

In a secluded courtyard, Wang Qingshan was speaking with Ye Haitang.

"Cousin Qingshan, my mind is made up. I can help; please take me with you! I want to be involved." Ye Haitang's expression was resolute. She had only just returned to Green Lotus Island after refining the spiritual treasure, the Hundred Ghost Boat.

During the trip to the Immortal Suppressing Pagoda, the Wang family had obtained several fourth-tier Yin Beast demon cores, and Wang Qingqi helped her refine them into Underworld Pills. Ye Haitang planned to go to the Northern Frontier with Wang Qingshan: firstly, to uncover the murderer of Ye Yutong and weaken the power of her inner demon; secondly, to travel and resolve her bottleneck through the experience.

"Since your mind is made up, then come with me to the Northern Frontier! However, let me warn you upfront: you must obey commands and not act recklessly. We cannot afford to provoke the Nine Nether Sect for now." Wang Qingshan's expression was grave. Roughly a century ago, Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan had traveled to the Northern Frontier cultivation world. They found no clues; instead, they were severely wounded by the Vice Sect Master of the Nine Nether Sect, and it took them decades of recovery to fully heal.

"Of course, I won't act recklessly." Ye Haitang readily agreed; even if Wang Qingshan hadn't said anything, she wouldn't have acted recklessly.

Wang Qingshan suddenly sensed something. He took out a communication plate from his sleeve, imbued it with a spell art, and Wang Changsheng's joyful voice suddenly rang out: "Qingshan, the complete set of flying swords has been refined. I'm bringing them to you."

"Thank you, Ninth Uncle. I'll open the door for you right away." Wang Qingshan beamed with delight and strode towards the courtyard gate.

Seeing this, Ye Haitang's face filled with envy. It was impossible for Wang Changsheng to refine magical treasures for all the younger generations, as artifact refining was too time-consuming. Even a quick refinement of a magical treasure would take half a year to a year, and a slow one could take eight to ten years, which was quite normal.

Most of the natal magical treasures of the Wang family's high-tier cultivators came from the True Sea Sect, with a small portion being refined with the help of Wang Qingqing. Ye Haitang didn't have a natal magical treasure yet. Strictly speaking, her standards were quite high; she looked down on ordinary magical treasures. She planned to gather more materials and ask Wang Changsheng to help her refine a set of magical treasures.

Not long after, Wang Changsheng walked in. He took out a two-foot-long azure sword box, on which several azure lotus flowers were carved. Wang Qingshan took the azure sword box with both hands. Opening it, he found nine ethereal azure flying swords inside. The nine azure flying swords seemed to sense something. They rose one after another, emitting clear and resonant sword hums, and circled around Wang Qingshan erratically.

"Thank you very much, Ninth Uncle. I really like this set of flying swords." Wang Qingshan was overjoyed and repeatedly expressed his gratitude.

"We are family; there's no need for formalities. With this set of flying swords, your strength will greatly increase. However, you must remember that there's always someone stronger. Don't think you're invincible just because you're a sword cultivator. Throughout history, how many young prodigies have died due to arrogance?" Wang Changsheng's expression was solemn and full of concern.

Wang Qingshan's personal strength was indeed strong, but this didn't mean he was invincible among those of the same cultivation level. Before their trip to the Northern Frontier, Wang Changsheng himself had been a bit overconfident, believing that he and Wang Ruyan, by joining forces, would have few rivals. Reality dealt them a harsh slap; if not for the True Sea Ape, they would have died. Since Wang Qingshan entered the cultivation world, he had experienced more victories than defeats. He hadn't encountered a great many prodigies and talents; if he truly encountered a master from a major sect, Wang Qingshan might not fare well.

"I've noted it, Ninth Uncle. Thank you." Wang Qingshan nodded. Wang Changsheng didn't know he possessed two spiritual treasures, and Wang Qingshan was not arrogant. During his trip to the Central Plains cultivation world, he had defeated many young prodigies but also lost to a few. Among other things, he couldn't defeat Zhou Yunxiao.

Wang Changsheng's face showed a relieved expression. He looked at Ye Haitang and said with a smile: "Haitang, when you advance to the Nascent Soul stage, your uncle will also refine a set of magical treasures for you." Ye Haitang was the only cultivator in the family who practiced a Heaven-grade cultivation method, and also the clan member with the highest level of array formation. Wang Changsheng thought highly of Ye Haitang.

"Thank you, Uncle. I plan to go to the Northern Frontier with Cousin Qingshan to investigate my brother's murderer."

Wang Changsheng sighed softly and cautioned: "The Northern Frontier is not like the South Sea. Our influence there is not strong, so you must be extra careful. Aunt Ximen has many acquaintances in the Northern Frontier; you should consult her often. Don't act rashly. You've waited so many years already, and waiting a bit longer won't hurt. In short, your safety is paramount."

"Understood, Ninth Uncle (Uncle)." Wang Qingshan and Ye Haitang readily agreed.

After a short chat, Wang Changsheng departed, returning to Green Lotus Peak. Having just refined a set of flying swords, he needed to rest for a while. He also felt uncomfortable asking Fairy Ziyue to continue refining magical treasures.

In a valley filled with exotic flowers and rare plants, there was a vast mansion. It boasted courtyards, pavilions, rockeries, gardens, and over a dozen elegant courtyards.

Wang Yingjie stood before a vast spiritual field. In the field, a large expanse of pale green grass was growing. Each blade of grass had nine leaves, which were round with faint golden patterns on their surface. A strong medicinal fragrance permeated the air. These pale green grasses were Nine-Leaf Golden Grass. Three-hundred-year-old Nine-Leaf Golden Grass was one of the auxiliary ingredients for healing pills, used in relatively large quantities. However, this spiritual grass was difficult to cultivate, as it had high environmental requirements.

Wang Yingjie crouched down, his gaze fixed on a stalk of Nine-Leaf Golden Grass. Its leaves were dull in color and appeared somewhat withered.

"How is it, Yingjie? Can it still be saved?" Wang Changjie walked over, his face showing concern. These Nine-Leaf Golden Grasses were over two hundred years old; in another sixty years, they could be used to refine healing pills. However, their growth had suddenly faltered, and the family's spirit plant masters were all at a loss. He heard that Wang Yingjie was proficient in plant cultivation techniques, so he specifically invited Wang Yingjie to take a look.

Wang Yingjie stood up and said: "It's a bit troublesome. It requires a certain spiritual liquid for irrigation." He had stayed at the True Sea Sect ruins for nearly a century. In his leisure time, he would go to the scripture pavilion to consult plant cultivation texts. He had read all the True Sea Sect's plant cultivation texts, and a certain text had described this exact situation.

Wang Changjie frowned and asked: "Spiritual liquid! Can it be formulated? What materials are needed?"

"The materials aren't particularly precious; the family treasury should have them. Here's the list. However, the spiritual liquid needs to be refined by an alchemist, and your nephew doesn't understand alchemy." As Wang Yingjie spoke, he took out an azure jade slip and handed it to Wang Changjie.

Wang Changjie swept his divine sense over it. He took out a communication plate, imbued it with a spell art, and made a few gestures. "A clan member will bring the spiritual herbs shortly; you can guide them from the side! As long as you can heal the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass, I will certainly not treat you unfairly."

"Yes, Ancestor." Wang Yingjie repeatedly agreed. His name and Wang Changjie's only differed by one character, but their seniority differed by ten generations.

A short while later, a clan member delivered the spiritual herbs. Under Wang Yingjie's guidance, Wang Changjie successfully refined the spiritual liquid. He diluted it at a one-to-five ratio and put it into an azure jade bottle.

Arriving at the spiritual field, Wang Changjie tossed the azure jade bottle into the air above the field and imbued it with a spell art. With a flash of azure light, a large quantity of pale azure liquid shot out and uniformly scattered across the spiritual field.

"If it's watered daily with the diluted spiritual liquid, it should be able to cure the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass," Wang Yingjie said with some uncertainty. He didn't want to make an absolute claim, preferring to leave himself some leeway.

"You've worked hard these past few days. Come and check on it frequently. If the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass's growth improves, I will certainly reward you handsomely," Wang Changjie said kindly.

"It's my duty to serve Ancestor; I dare not ask for a reward," Wang Yingjie said honestly, his tone sincere.

"First, let's cure the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass. In any case, I won't treat you unfairly. Take good care of the Nine-Leaf Golden Grass."

"Yes, Ancestor." Wang Yingjie beamed with joy and patted his chest in assurance. Wang Changjie's seniority was second only to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan; if he could win Wang Changjie's favor, it would greatly benefit his future development.

"You've worked hard these past few days. This bottle of pills is your reward. You are a descendant of Qingling and you cultivate diligently. You must continue to cultivate diligently and not become lax." Wang Changjie took out an azure porcelain bottle and handed it to Wang Yingjie. Wang Yingjie's diligence was well-known within the clan, and Wang Changjie had also heard about it.

"Thank you for the reward, Ancestor." Wang Yingjie repeatedly expressed his gratitude and took the azure porcelain bottle with both hands.