Chapter 1567: 97 Dongyang Anecdotes_3

Chapter 1567: Chapter 97 Dongyang Anecdotes_3

Riding the wind with an ethereal grace, he seemed almost like an immortal.

The night wind roared, stirring the trace of exhilaration in his heart.

Faintly, he heard Senior Sister Wang Qingyang’s voice:

“Junior Brother, have you awakened your innate wisdom?”

“Not yet. I’ve only vaguely remembered a few things. I’ll need Senior Sister to guide me more… By the way, I wonder, what kind of person is Master? I haven’t prepared any modest gifts—do you think Master will mind?”

“Master? His status is so high that he lacks for nothing. Don’t even think about preparing gifts; he wouldn’t care for them. As for his temperament… I can’t describe it precisely, but suffice it to say, he’s extraordinarily good.”

“Extraordinarily good?”

Song Dongyang pondered this, the anticipation in his heart growing stronger with every passing moment.

…

Autumn, Year 23 of the White Dragon Calendar.

The former chancellor, Song Dongyang, fell ill and took residence in his ancestral home, disappearing without a trace. Some claimed to have witnessed him ascend as an immortal, scaring the King into ordering searches that dug hundreds of feet into the earth, but no sign of him was found.

The King, plagued by daily fear thereafter, developed a nervous disorder. Over time, ministers used the pretense of cleaning the court to depose him, installing the eight-year-old Young Monarch and renaming the era to ‘Dacheng.’

The following year, Song Dongyang and other unjustly accused officials were posthumously exonerated. Several years later, the Young Monarch died abruptly, yet no minister spoke out—indifference prevailed.

…

“So, this is our Wanxiang Sect?”

Song Dongyang’s gaze fell upon the two towering stone pillars piercing the heavens, his eyes flashing with a trace of awe.

He truly didn’t need to ask, as the three large characters suspended between the pillars confirmed his assumptions. Yet he couldn’t resist voicing his question aloud.

Wang Qingyang gave a slight nod.

She intentionally avoided using the teleportation array to bring him directly, wanting him to experience the Wanxiang Sect from its exterior inward—a way of helping him remember all he could from his past life.

She raised her hand and executed a magical seal, and soon Song Dongyang saw a middle-aged man in a Daoist robe descending through the air from between the two stone pillars.

Upon spotting Wang Qingyang, the man immediately turned solemn, raising his hand in greeting:

“Enforcer of Shaoyin Mountain, greetings to the Vice Hall Master.”

His eyes shifted slightly, landing on Song Dongyang with a trace of doubt:

“This individual seems unfamiliar. May I ask who he is…?”

Wang Qingyang responded with a casual nod:

“This is the newest disciple taken under Master. I went to retrieve him… Don’t worry, I’ll take him to Rende Hall shortly to pass through the Spirit Mirage Heart-inquiring Array.”

“So he’s the newly accepted disciple of the Deputy Sect Master.”

Upon hearing this, the Enforcer of Shaoyin Mountain’s respect visibly deepened, his gaze toward Song Dongyang betraying an unmistakable sense of envy. Unwilling to be negligent, he quickly presented a greeting to Song Dongyang as well.

“Little Martial Uncle, new to the sect—I am not familiar with your circumstances yet, but this is a batch of Class III Lingtong Pills I’ve refined, which can aid your soul… Please accept them.”

Retrieving a gourd from his sleeve, he handed it to Song Dongyang.

Song Dongyang hesitated to take it, instinctively glancing at Wang Qingyang.

Seeing Wang Qingyang nod dismissively, Song Dongyang accepted the gift, his years of training as an official guiding his etiquette. He returned the gesture of respect.

The Enforcer of Shaoyin Mountain quickly declared his deference.

Wang Qingyang didn’t linger longer, immediately leading Song Dongyang into the space between the stone pillars.

In the blink of an eye, the surroundings transformed.

A rush of dense spiritual energy surged into Song Dongyang’s senses, through his seven orifices, and into every pore of his body, so overwhelming that he nearly groaned aloud.

Yet he forcibly restrained himself, though his body drank in the spiritual energy like parched soil absorbing fresh rain.

Wang Qingyang noticed Song Dongyang’s reaction, quietly slowing her pace.

After a moment, Song Dongyang finally adjusted to the concentration of spiritual energy, letting out a long breath.

“The spiritual energy within our sect is unlike that of the outside world. Over the years, with the integration of more spiritual lineages, even the Longevity Sect and Youxian Temple likely cannot compare to us anymore.”

Wang Qingyang said with a smile.

Song Dongyang nodded thoughtfully before asking curiously:

“What exactly is Master’s role in the sect? Why was that Enforcer so envious of me?”

Though his innate wisdom hadn’t fully awakened, his keen experiences as an official had gifted him with sharp perception. He could clearly discern the respect, envy, and desire to curry favor in the Enforcer’s gaze.

Indirectly, he inferred that his Master’s sect status was undoubtedly high.

Yet, he was unsure of the specifics, as he wasn’t familiar with the sect’s hierarchy to guess.

Wang Qingyang chuckled softly:

“Of course, he envies you. Seldom in the sect doesn’t. As for Master’s identity… you’ll know when you see for yourself.”

Speaking as they passed through a complex terrain.

Beast roars and bird cries echoed relentlessly, fierce auras flooding the air. Despite Song Dongyang’s recent Foundation Establishment stage, even catching a sliver of this energy made his face pale.

“This is the Beast Department’s Beast Breeding Ground… Recently, they’ve acquired quite a few high-class spirit beasts through Master. Last time, when they failed to manage them properly, several escaped and injured quite a few people. If you pass through here in the future, make sure to avoid it.”

Wang Qingyang warned.

Song Dongyang quickly etched the warning into his heart, then asked curiously:

“Acquired high-class spirit beasts from Master?”

Wang Qingyang replied casually:

“Of course. Among the Hundred Arts, Master excels in Beast Control. The majority of new spirit beast breeds in the Beast Department over the past decades originated from him…”

Song Dongyang nodded thoughtfully, suddenly spotting, in the distance below, a cultivator surrounded by countless spirit beasts resembling black chickens.

He asked curiously: “And what about those?”

Wang Qingyang glanced over and responded: