Chapter One Hundred Eighteen: Fan Lihua’s Excitement

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Jun Yang stayed with the Azure Dragon Clan for seven full days.

The clan steward had nearly worn out the catalogues of their treasury, yet he still could not find anything resembling the Dao artifact Jun Yang had described.

“Still nothing?” Azure Jade Mountain asked, somewhat dispirited.

The steward shook his head regretfully. “Our clan has never thought much of treasures with little practical use. We have never collected anything of that sort...”

Azure Jade Mountain let out a disappointed sigh. “I suppose it simply was not meant to be.”

Jun Yang had finally relented and agreed to return the Ancient Azure Dragon Sword in exchange for a Dao artifact of little practical value. Unfortunately, their clan did not possess one.

“Never mind. Put these away.” Azure Jade Mountain pointed at the catalogues spread across the steward’s desk, then turned and headed for the courtyard where Jun Yang was staying.

Hearing someone approach, Jun Yang glanced toward the door.

And saw Azure Jade Mountain coming back empty-handed.

“Still haven’t found it?”

Azure Jade Mountain spread his hands. “No. We went through everything several times, but there’s nothing.”

Jun Yang rose and gave an annoyed snort. “We gave you a chance, and you proved useless. I’m leaving.”

Could Azure Jade Mountain possibly stop him?

He watched Jun Yang’s departing figure leave the guest courtyard and make his way toward the main hall.

The clan did not have the artifact, but he could search for it elsewhere. As long as he obtained it before Jun Yang did, there was still a chance to trade it for the Ancient Azure Dragon Sword.

He immediately summoned the younger members of the clan and ordered them to find that legendary Dao artifact, no matter how many spirit stones it cost.

After spending seven days with the Azure Dragon Clan, Jun Yang naturally had to return to the Soaring Serpent Clan first to see You Xiyue.

As the clan leader of the Soaring Serpent Clan, it was indeed rather excessive of him to leave You Xiyue behind in the clan without a word.

When Jun Yang returned to the Soaring Serpent Clan, he went straight to his own cave dwelling. Upon opening the door, he discovered that You Xiyue and the two little ones were all asleep.

The scene could not have been more harmonious.

Jun Yang suddenly felt rather puzzled as he repeatedly looked from You Xiyue to the two little ones.

Could sleeping help one become stronger? Why did everyone in this room who loved sleeping seem to be stronger than him?

After watching them for a while, he began to feel sleepy himself.

So he transformed into his true form, curled up beside You Xiyue, and fell asleep.

While the several of them slept in the Soaring Serpent Clan, the various families of the Saint Realm were becoming increasingly lively.

The Soaring Serpent Clan had already been searching everywhere for news of the Eight Trigrams artifact.

After Jun Yang left the Azure Dragon Clan, the Azure Dragon Clan also began searching far and wide for it.

The Candle Dragon Clan.

Fan Wuwei had always enjoyed competing with those two clans for treasures, simply for the fun of it.

For instance, he had once sent members of his clan to the Immortal Realm to seize Golden Crow seeds.

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So how could he possibly miss such an amusing affair?

He sent the younger members of his own clan out to search for the Eight Trigrams artifact as well.

Before long, rumors about the artifact grew more and more exaggerated. Its supposed function was already being compared with that of the Golden Crow seeds.

Several other families in the Saint Realm that maintained close ties with them also began restlessly searching in every direction for the Eight Trigrams artifact.

By then, Fan Lihua had already been rummaging through her family’s treasury for seven days.

If there had not truly been so many treasures piled up inside, she would have begun to wonder whether this was actually her family’s treasury at all.

She had searched openly and boldly for seven days without seeing a single person.

Not even a passing patrol had come by.

At last, among the countless useless treasures in her family’s collection, Fan Lihua found a Dao artifact almost identical to the Spirit Pavilion Tower: the Manifestation Stele.

The stele could not only determine the cultivation level of whoever touched it and record that person’s memories and spiritual consciousness, but also rank their cultivation and display the results upon its surface.

Fan Lihua was so excited that she nearly cried out.

Her family’s old ancestor had collected an entire heap of useless things, and at last there was one that could actually be put to use.

After storing away the Manifestation Stele, Fan Lihua slipped quietly out of the treasury.

Only when she reached the main gate did she realize that there were merely two gate attendants present. She had no idea where the rest of the clan members had gone.

Of course, Fan Lihua had no time to concern herself with that. She hurried straight toward the Soaring Serpent Clan.

Unlike the Candle Dragon Clan, the Soaring Serpent Clan had not sent all its members out.

After all, Jun Jue was still a reliable acting clan leader.

The gatekeeper looked Fan Lihua over. He recognized her well enough; among the younger generation, Fan Lihua was a highly renowned figure.

“Miss Fan, eldest daughter of the Candle Dragon Clan. Have you come to see Young Master Yu Po?”

Fan Lihua shot the gatekeeper a glare. “Why would I be looking for him? I’m here to see the Little Goddess.”

“The Little Goddess? Who is that?”

The gatekeeper tilted his head in confusion and thought for a long while. Their clan did not seem to have many female immortals.

“The little ancestor of your old ancestor!”

“You’re looking for the little ancestor?”

The gatekeeper stared at Fan Lihua in astonishment. “You know the little ancestor?”

By now, every member of the Soaring Serpent Clan knew one inviolable rule: it was better to offend the old ancestor than the little ancestor. Thus, when someone suddenly came looking for You Xiyue, the gatekeeper became cautious even though Fan Lihua was an acquaintance.

Fan Lihua nodded. “I know her. Just tell her that I have something she wants.”

The gatekeeper nodded uncertainly and set off toward Jun Yang’s cave dwelling.

With every step, he grew more apprehensive.

Only after reaching the entrance did he call out softly, “Old Ancestor!”

“Old Ancestor!”

The second shout was no quieter than the first.

Fortunately, Jun Yang’s spiritual consciousness was exceptionally keen, and he noticed them almost at once.

He leapt from the bed and flew out through the door.

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He stopped before the gatekeeper.

“What are you shouting for?”

Knowing that You Xiyue loved to sleep, the gatekeeper continued in a hushed voice, “Old Ancestor, Fan Lihua of the Candle Dragon Clan has come to see the little ancestor.”

“Fan Lihua?”

Jun Yang felt as though he had been hearing that name rather frequently lately.

“What does she want with the little ancestor?”

The gatekeeper lowered his voice again. “She said she has something the little ancestor wants and wishes to give it to her.”

“The Eight Trigrams artifact?”

A gleam flashed through Jun Yang’s eyes as he transformed into human form.

“She didn’t actually say that...”

For the sake of his own life, the gatekeeper remained exceedingly precise in his wording.

“Invite her in,” Jun Yang said expectantly.

“Yes.”

After the gatekeeper left, Jun Yang was just about to return inside and tell You Xiyue when she emerged from the room, having heard the commotion.

“Little Ancestor, you’re awake.”

“Mm.” You Xiyue nodded and walked toward the pavilion in the courtyard.

The two of them sat in the pavilion, waiting for Fan Lihua to arrive.

The gatekeeper respectfully escorted Fan Lihua inside.

“Please come in. Our Old Ancestor and Little Ancestor are both inside.”

“Mm, mm.” Fan Lihua nodded excitedly.

At last, she was going to see the Little Goddess again. Her excitement was almost impossible to contain.

When she rounded the corner into Jun Yang’s cave courtyard and saw You Xiyue sitting in the pavilion with her chin propped in her hand, Fan Lihua dashed toward her in a single stride.

“Little Goddess, are you looking for a Dao artifact that can record memories and hear what lies in other people’s hearts?”

Fan Lihua even omitted the words “Eight Trigrams,” feeling that they were unworthy of the Little Goddess.

You Xiyue turned to look at her and nodded. “Yes.”

Fan Lihua hurriedly brought out the Manifestation Stele she had spent several days searching for.

The stele appeared small, yet it could extend itself freely, and it perfectly met You Xiyue’s requirements.

Jun Yang had not expected that such an artifact as the little ancestor had described could truly be found in this world. He looked at Fan Lihua in surprise.

“Where did you find it?”

Fan Lihua scratched her head, her eyes darting uneasily to the side. “Ah, well... I... took it from my family’s treasury...”