Chapter 1745: Flying Spirit Treasure Thunder Roc Wings

In the South Sea, at Zhenhai Sect.

In the main hall, two jade chairs made of blue algae jade were placed directly in front. Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan sat on them, engaged in conversation. Immortal Violet Moon had retreated from the Zhenhai Sect ruins, leaving them in charge of all sect matters, big and small. They utilized Zhenhai Sect personnel to apprehend numerous Core Formation cultivators from the Tianlan Sect, exchanging them for Nascent Soul spiritual items. This allowed them to successively advance to the Nascent Soul stage. Having joined Zhenhai Sect several decades ago, their sense of belonging to the sect had steadily grown. They had taken on several disciples; with sect members to assist them, they could gather cultivation resources for themselves. Who would want to be a rogue cultivator when they could have such support?

“At the current rate, who knows how many more years this war will drag on,” Zheng Nan said with some concern.

Cheng Zhenyu gently patted Zheng Nan's hand, comforting her, “No matter how long it takes, we’ll face it together. When husband and wife are united, they can break through metal.” This adage had supported them, helping them to assist each other and persevere until now.

“Well said. When husband and wife are united, they can break through metal.” A hearty male voice suddenly resounded as Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan entered, with Wang Qingshan and others following closely behind.

Some members of the Wang family were disciples of Zhenhai Sect. Immortal Violet Moon had not suppressed them, nor had Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan, even when they gained control. Firstly, the Wang family disciples had not opposed them. Secondly, out of deference to Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan’s formidable cultivation levels, they wouldn't dare suppress the Wang family disciples.

“Fellow Daoist Wang—no, Senior Wang!” Cheng Zhenyu was astonished to find Wang Changsheng far stronger than himself, a level of power he had only ever witnessed in Spirit Transformation cultivators. Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan stood up, their expressions respectful, their faces filled with shock. After nearly a century apart, Wang Changsheng had unexpectedly advanced to the Spirit Transformation stage.

“We’re all familiar faces, no need to be so formal,” Wang Changsheng said warmly. “Congratulations on reaching the Nascent Soul stage.” He had promised Nangong Miao that he would rebuild Zhenhai Sect. He now possessed the power to do so. Once he eliminated Long Xiaoyao and other Spirit Transformation cultivators lurking in the shadows, the Zhenhai Sect ruins would be revealed.

“Senior Wang, you flatter us,” Cheng Zhenyu said modestly. “Our advancement to the Nascent Soul stage is entirely due to the unity of all disciples.”

“Indeed! It’s good that Senior Wang has returned. We were merely managing the sect on a temporary basis,” Zheng Nan said cautiously.

Wang Changsheng smiled faintly and said solemnly, “There’s no need to be nervous. The Grand Elder of Zhenhai Sect showed kindness to my wife and me, and my ancestors were also Zhenhai Sect disciples. We promised the Grand Elder that we would help rebuild Zhenhai Sect. However, if Zhenhai Sect were to be governed by our Wang family, it would no longer truly be Zhenhai Sect. You should continue to manage Zhenhai Sect on its behalf. We will not interfere in sect matters in the slightest. As long as we are here, we will protect Zhenhai Sect.”

Wang Changsheng intended to return the Zhenhai Sect ruins, the Zhenhai Cauldron, and all cultivation techniques and secret manuals to the sect, never intending to occupy them. The inheritance systems of immortal cultivation families and sects differed; while there might be no immediate issues, long-term occupation would inevitably lead to problems.

Zheng Nan breathed a sigh of relief, having worried that Wang Changsheng might fault them for being power-hungry. When Wang Qingshan and others evacuated Qinglian Island, Cheng Zhenyu had dispatched personnel to guard it. Even now, Zhenhai Sect disciples were still stationed on Qinglian Island.

After chatting for a while, Wang Changsheng noticed that Cheng Zhenyu and Zheng Nan were both quite nervous, so he didn't prolong the conversation. After giving them a few instructions, he and his group departed.

Upon returning to Qinglian Island, thousands of Wang family members, ranging from Qi Refining to Core Formation stages, were gathered outside Qinglian Tower. Wang Changsheng and Wang Ruyan landed before them, their gaze sweeping over the assembled clan members.

“Welcome home, Old Ancestor!” Wang Yingjie and the others bowed in unison, their voices echoing loudly.

“You’ve all worked hard,” Wang Changsheng encouraged. “We’re back now, so you no longer need to wander. From now on, cultivate in peace and strive to reach higher realms.” During his trip to the Tianlan Realm, in addition to acquiring several spirit treasures, he had also obtained nine portions of Nascent Soul spiritual items. This meant the family could likely produce several more Nascent Soul cultivators.

“Yes, Old Ancestor,” Wang Yingjie and the others responded in unison.

Back on Qinglian Peak, Wang Changsheng released the Double-Eyed Rat, the Wood Demon, the Kylin Tortoise, and the Gold-Devouring Ant Queen, allowing them to roam freely but instructing them not to stray too far from Qinglian Island. The Double-Eyed Rat immediately darted down the mountain, with the Kylin Tortoise following close behind.

Wang Changsheng entered the underground chamber and took out a green storage ring. This was the storage ring given by Old Ancestor Qinghua, and it contained many valuable items. Inside were dozens of fourth-tier beast hides, a batch of artifact-refining materials, and over twenty high-grade spirit stones. The most valuable item was the skeleton of a fifth-tier demonic python; if his artifact-refining skill was sufficient, he might even be able to forge a fifth-tier puppet beast from it.

He took out the skeleton of a fifth-tier demonic fowl. Given his current artifact-refining level, the wings from this skeleton could be used to forge a spirit treasure for Wang Mengbin. The great tribulation was not yet over. The more spirit treasures Wang Changsheng forged, the stronger his clan members would be, and the higher their survival rate. He opened his mouth, and the Profound Gloom Cold Flame flew out, enveloping the demonic fowl's wings. Under the calcination of the Profound Gloom Cold Flame, impurities in the bone wings were gradually removed, and countless silver electrical arcs emerged...

Half a year passed quickly. Wang Changsheng emerged from the underground chamber, a cheerful smile on his face. He took out a communication disc and summoned Wang Mengbin. Not long after, Wang Mengbin arrived. His expression was solemn. He said, “Old Ancestor, someone has spread the news that you’ve advanced to the Spirit Transformation stage, and it has circulated throughout the immortal cultivation world.”

Wang Changsheng hadn't even considered holding a celebration, precisely because he worried that Long Xiaoyao and other Spirit Transformation cultivators might come looking for trouble.

“So it has spread; it’s nothing,” Wang Changsheng said. He had been mentally prepared for this. If his guess was correct, the news was most likely spread by the Eastern Barren Demonic Tribe. Liu Ye and Fu Wen hadn’t gained much by spreading the news previously, but if Long Xiaoyao came to trouble Wang Changsheng, it would be beneficial for the Eastern Barren Demonic Tribe, considering the Wang family had previously developed in the Eastern Barren. With an additional Spirit Transformation cultivator in the Eastern Barren, the pressure on the Eastern Barren Demonic Tribe had significantly increased.

“This is the flying spirit treasure, the Thunder Roc Wings, that I forged for you,” Wang Changsheng said. “It was refined from the wings of a fifth-tier demonic fowl. Should you acquire rare materials and your artifact-refining skills become proficient enough in the future, it has the potential to be upgraded into a Sky-Connecting Spirit Treasure.” Wang Changsheng took out a pair of palm-sized silver wings, their surface covered in countless silver electrical arcs. This was a lightning-attributed flying spirit treasure, perfectly suited for Wang Mengbin.

“A lightning-attributed flying spirit treasure! Thank you, Old Ancestor,” Wang Mengbin exclaimed, his breathing quickening as he reverently took the silver wings with both hands.

Wang Changsheng smiled slightly, just about to say something, when he looked outside, his eyes narrowing. “Mengbin, you should go back and refine this spirit treasure first,” he said. “A fellow Daoist is approaching; I’ll go and greet them.” With that, Wang Changsheng transformed into a blue streak of light, piercing through the air and flying off Qinglian Island. A sharp sword light flew in from afar; it was Liu Ruyi.