Chapter 446: Jindan Cultivator Arrives

Not to mention Wang Ruyan, even Wang Changsheng could not help all their descendants achieve Foundation Establishment. Just as there are laws for the country, there are rules for the family; everything must adhere to family regulations.

If they wanted a Foundation Establishment Pill, they had to diligently serve the family and accumulate contribution points to exchange for one.

"Is Qingyang still at Azure Lotus Mountain Villa, or has he gone to work in the market?"

Qi Shanshan nodded and replied, "Fourth Brother has gone to work in Azure Moon Market. My husband said he has come to terms with things and is now diligently working to accumulate contribution points for Qiufeng."

Wang Qingyang's daughter, Wang Qiulan, had a Five-Spirit Root, but fortunately, Wang Qiufeng had a Three-Spirit Root. Wang Qingyang had now placed all his hopes on Wang Qiufeng.

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.

"Ninth Brother, Ninth Brother, are you here...?"

Wang Qingshan walked in quickly. Seeing Wang Ruyan, he was overjoyed and respectfully said, "Congratulations, Ninth Aunt, on emerging from seclusion."

Wang Ruyan nodded and smiled, "Qingshan, what's wrong? You seem flustered, which is unlike you."

"Ninth Aunt, the ruins of the Golden Sun Sect have appeared at the border between the Tang and Wei nations. I've already sent Qingjun to inform Senior Guang of the Hundred Spirits Sect."

The Golden Sun Sect ruins appeared at the border between the Wei and Tang nations, two nations already at odds. Without a Core Formation cultivator to intervene, it would be impossible for the Wang family cultivators to enter the ruins.

Wang Ruyan was surprised and asked, "The Golden Sun Sect ruins? Are you certain? Tell me everything that happened."

Wang Qingshan recounted the entire incident in detail. He had left Wang Qiuming and others in White Dragon Valley and traveled day and night without rest to return to Azure Lotus Mountain Villa.

The Wang family currently had few Foundation Establishment cultivators capable of combat: Wang Qingshan, Wang Ruyan, Wang Changhao, and Wang Qingjun. Wang Changhao's injuries had not fully healed, so if they were to enter the Golden Sun Sect ruins, only Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Qingjun could go.

If they could seize this opportunity to acquire a large sum of spirit stones, Wang Changsheng's magic treasure would be secured.

"My husband is cultivating; we cannot disturb him. Qingshan, let's go to the Hundred Spirits Sect and see if Senior Guang can make an appearance."

Cultivators abhor being disturbed during cultivation. Wang Ruyan knew Wang Changsheng was practicing a spiritual art. It had taken Wang Changsheng seven years to cultivate the Kuisui True Thunder, and this spiritual art was even more powerful. After seven years, Wang Changsheng might not have succeeded in mastering it.

Sending a voice transmission talisman to Wang Changsheng now could potentially ruin all his efforts. Unless absolutely necessary, Wang Ruyan would not interrupt his cultivation.

"Ninth Aunt, should we bring Eighteenth Uncle? With his help, we might earn more."

Wang Changhao had not fully recovered, but if they could enter the Golden Sun Sect ruins for treasure hunting, his assistance would significantly increase their chances of success.

"Go call Eighteenth Brother, tell him the whole story, and see if he's willing to accompany us."

"Yes, Ninth Aunt."

Wang Qingshan and Wang Ruyan split up. Wang Qingshan went to get Wang Changhao, while Wang Ruyan went to the treasury to retrieve items.

Wang Qingyuan was in charge of the family's finances. Wang Ruyan took fifteen second-tier puppet beasts, thirty low-grade second-tier talismans, and one second-tier formation talisman.

She also took two bottles of detoxification pills, two bottles of spiritual energy recovery pills, and ten self-detonating magic artifacts.

Wang Changsheng had previously bought a third-tier talisman at an auction in the South Sea, but he kept it on his person, so Wang Ruyan could only take these items with her.

This time, the Wang family was making a substantial investment, hoping to enter the Golden Sun Sect ruins and find treasures.

Wang Changhao had been recuperating for years. Although he couldn't engage in combat, he could cultivate. After seven years of rigorous cultivation, he had finally reached the fifth level of Foundation Establishment.

Upon learning that the Golden Sun Sect ruins had appeared and that the Wang family might enter to seek treasures, Wang Changhao agreed to accompany them without hesitation.

Although he hadn't fully recovered, he was about eighty to ninety percent well and could engage in combat without issues.

Thus, Wang Ruyan, Wang Qingshan, and Wang Changhao headed straight for the Hundred Spirits Sect.

Upon arriving at the Hundred Spirits Sect, Wang Changxue informed Wang Ruyan that Guang Dongren had already led people to the location where the Golden Sun Sect ruins appeared and instructed the three of them to proceed to the border between the Wei and Tang nations.

At the border between the Wei and Tang nations, a magnificent golden palace floated high in the sky, supported by a blue vortex several miles wide.

At the peak of a certain mountain, Guang Dongren sat in a simple stone pavilion. On the stone table, a golden-brown roasted suckling pig was laid out. Ye Tong stood by, serving Guang Dongren as he enjoyed the meal.

Guang Dongren ate a bite of meat, drank a sip of wine, and seemed incredibly content.

Around the stone pavilion, there were over fifty disciples from the Hundred Spirits Sect, mostly Foundation Establishment cultivators, with a few Qi Refining cultivators.

"Fatty Guang, this is Tang Nation territory. What are you doing here? Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

A commanding male voice echoed from the horizon.

No sooner had the voice faded than a red light appeared on the horizon, heading straight for Guang Dongren's location.

The red light was incredibly fast; in less than three breaths, it landed on the mountain peak where Guang Dongren was.

The red light was a scroll emanating an erratic red glow. A man in his early fifties stood at the forefront, followed by over a hundred disciples.

The elder had three strands of red beard beneath his chin, a refined appearance, and wore a red jade crown and a Bagua Dao Brocade Cloud Robe. He was Feng Xiaoyao, the Sect Master of the Wind Fire Sect.

Guang Dongren rolled his eyes at Feng Xiaoyao and sneered, "What do you mean 'Tang Nation territory'? Decades ago, this was our Wei Nation's land! The Golden Sun Sect ruins have appeared, and everyone who sees them has a share."

"'Everyone has a share'? What gall! Do you think this is the Wei Nation? Be sensible, take your people, and roll back to your Wei Nation. I can spare you."

Guang Dongren tossed aside the clean-picked pig trotters he had been gnawing and sneered, "If you want to fight, just say so. Why waste words? If you can kill me, then do it. If you can't, just swallow your anger. When it truly comes to blows, I might not be the one at a disadvantage. I only brought a few dozen Foundation Establishment disciples, yet you brought over a hundred Foundation Establishment cultivators, Old Ghost Feng! Are you completely mad? If they all die in the ruins, your Wind Fire Sect will likely suffer a severe blow."

Feng Xiaoyao frowned deeply. Upon learning of the Golden Sun Sect ruins' appearance, he had mobilized a large number of people, hoping to obtain the sect's legacy, which might even allow him to advance to the Nascent Soul stage.

Guang Dongren was already at the sixth level of Core Formation and had once fought three opponents simultaneously. If a real fight broke out, it was genuinely hard to say who would win.

"Fatty Guang, you've come all the way to our Tang Nation. If you're looking for death, just say so. Do you really think we won't dare to kill you?"

A cold female voice rang out.

The next moment, a golden light appeared on the horizon, heading straight for Guang Dongren's location.

The golden light was a massive golden lotus. A voluptuous middle-aged beautiful woman sat cross-legged upon it, with a golden lotus pattern on her brow.

Behind her were dozens of female Foundation Establishment cultivators.

The beautiful middle-aged woman was Hua Qingwu, the Sect Master of the Hundred Flowers Sect. She had been hurt by love in her early years and intensely disliked male cultivators.