Chapter 261: Chapter 177: Honored Envoy_1

Translator: 549690339

Half a month later, at Red Maple Mountain.

As a second-tier lower-grade Spirit Land, Red Maple Mountain was originally owned by the Wang Family.

However, the heavens have their unpredictable turns, and men their sudden fortunes and misfortunes.

Twenty years ago, above Dongting Lake, a conflict over Spirit Land erupted.

The Zhou and Wang families suffered heavy casualties, each losing a Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

As a result, the Zhou Family lost Qingfeng Mountain, and the Wang Family fared no better; within a few years, the ancestral land of Red Maple Mountain changed hands.

It truly was…

“The plaything of fate!”

Above Red Maple Mountain, within the Yan family’s estate, Yan Changfeng muttered to himself, gazing at the sky, reflecting on the past.

As a Foundation Establishment Cultivator born into a Qi Cultivation family, he bore a heavy burden.

Back then, for the battle over the Spirit Land at Dongting, he had agreed to conditions from the Zhou and Wang families to enter the arena and dueled with the patriarch of the Li Family, Li Jianchen. In the end, he was defeated…utterly outmatched by his opponent.

Afterwards, the Zhou and Wang families were successively defeated, one dead and one injured, their loss extremely tragic. In the end, it even implicated their families, and two long-established Foundation Establishment lineages thus began their decline.

But he seized this opportunity, using his overwhelming strength as a Sword Cultivator to defeat strong opponents from all around, snatching the Wang Family’s foundation at Red Maple Mountain. Within a decade or so, he brought it up to second-tier, possessing the qualification to manage a market town, which was far better than the first-tier lower-grade Fish and Dragon Island.

Was this not fate playing tricks on people?

Yet, fate truly does play tricks on people!

No sooner had he set his family on the right track, with over a decade of effort yet to bear fruit, than the skies of the Cultivation World began to change.

In just half a month’s time, Green Jade Sect and Medicine King Valley were successively annihilated.

The Three Sects of Golden Core, which had governed Liang Country and ruled for a thousand years, was left with only a sole survivor.

This sole survivor had a difficult time too, being blockaded at their mountain gate, unable to go in or out.

All the external establishments, branches, lineages, and undercover agents of the Three Sects were swept away by others in one fell swoop.

A storm erupted, sweeping across the world, and all forces in the Liang Kingdom’s Cultivation Realm were impacted.

The Yan family was no exception, having sealed their mountain gate early on, daring not to venture out, fearing being caught in the great calamity of the Cultivation Realm and bringing disaster upon the family.

Indeed, a great calamity!

For these Foundation Establishment powers, such a drastic change was a matter of life and death.

A speck of dust from history, a ripple from the era, becomes an unbearable mountain when it falls upon an individual.

Even though he was a Cultivator, a powerful Sword Dao Cultivator, at this moment, he felt a sense of confusion and helplessness, like “drawing his sword and looking around at a loss.”

What could he do?

He could do nothing!

Weaklings only wait for the outcome, waiting for others to pass judgment on their fate.

Yan Changfeng hated this feeling.

But he was helpless.

He had already tried his hardest, exercised his strength to the utmost.

Yet the road ahead was still so difficult, his all-out efforts only allowing him to move forward slowly.

Did he have any hope in this life of reaching the legendary Golden Core Dao?

Even if it were the Golden Core, what of it? How many Golden Core Cultivators had died recently?

Why had the world changed for no good reason?

What once were influential Foundation Establishment Grand Cultivators now had no qualifications to step onto the stage, and the elusive Golden Core old monsters were butchered like stray dogs.

Was it that he couldn’t keep up with the tides of the era, or was the world changing too fast and too furiously?

Yan Changfeng had fallen into deep self-doubt.

Just then…

“Is young friend Changfeng there?”

A shout came from outside the mountain.

“This is…!”

Yan Changfeng’s eyes sharpened, and he snapped out of it, listening to the person outside and not knowing what to do.

Fortunately, the other party soon continued, “Young friend, don’t be alarmed. I am currently a messenger from Green Jade Mountain, sent by the Spell King to patrol the Cultivation Realm and transmit messages to all sides. That’s why I’ve come to your Red Maple Mountain.”

“The Spell King’s order?!”

Yan Changfeng’s gaze sharpened, his suspicion slightly eased, and he soared up, opening the great formation.

Outside the mountain gate stood a man in the air, if not Bai Yunzi, then who?

“Yan Changfeng, greets…the honored envoy!”

Seeing Bai Yunzi, Yan Changfeng had a somewhat strange expression but still completed all the proper etiquette.

He and this Green Jade Immortal Envoy were old acquaintances, having interacted frequently. His Yan family’s acquisition of Red Maple Mountain was, in fact, largely thanks to the other’s “assistance!”

Now that they met again, he was still an envoy, but the Green Jade Sect was no longer the same Green Jade Sect.

The Green Jade Mountain, Medicine King Valley – both sects had changed hands, and the news of the Supreme Elder and all Golden Core Cultivators being wiped out had long spread throughout the Liang Kingdom Cultivation Realm.

In such a case, could be still be an envoy for Green Jade Mountain?

Could it be that he was a weathercock, betraying friends for glory?

That Spell King Shifa who employed such a man, could he also be a character scraping every last bit of the earth for personal gain?

If that were the case, then the days ahead for Liang Country would probably be difficult.

Yan Changfeng’s thoughts were in turmoil.

Bai Yunzi saw this but did not point it out, simply smiling and saying, “May I come in and talk?”

Yan Changfeng then came to his senses: “Of course, the honored envoy, please come in!”

With a smile, Bai Yunzi followed him in.

The two entered the living room, and Yan Changfeng immediately called out, “Someone, fetch my Cloud Mountain Tea…”

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