Legacy of the Spirit Stone

Chapter 56 – Grand Festival

The Yang Clan was preparing for a grand ceremony, something Chen Yang had known about for a while.

After all, in the Yang Clan's territory, he was practically "all-seeing and all-knowing." If he wanted to, there was no secret he couldn't uncover.

This was something Yang Guanfeng had instructed before he left.

It had been three years since the Yang Clan's five members performed the Bloodburn Spirit Sacrifice.

Now, with the Yang Clan's situation stable and the Liang family settled on the Northern Shore, the grand ceremony was back on the agenda.

According to Yang Guanfeng, the people under the Yang Clan's rule must all participate in the ceremony, which would be fitting for Chen Yang's status.

Once the arrangements were made, the families at the foot of the mountain began their preparations over a month ago.

This was the first grand ceremony since the Yang Clan established itself, and its importance was self-evident.

On the Northern Shore, the Zhao and Liang families took the lead, while on the Southern Shore, a few large households from two villages were organizing the event.

Looking around now, the atmosphere for the grand ceremony was already very intense.

"Counting Liang Yi, the Yang Clan now has six cultivators, and their cultivation levels have increased significantly since before. The effects of the Bloodburn Spirit Sacrifice are truly something to look forward to," Chen Yang thought with satisfaction.

However, while he had experience with the mountain's ceremonies, this was the first time he would witness a ceremony involving mortals.

"I wonder what benefits the mortals' worship will bring. Hopefully, it will surprise me."

When people get busy, time flies by quickly.

Chen Yang felt as if he had only glanced at a few talismanic techniques and studied the healing gemstone, and suddenly it was the day of the grand ceremony, ten days later.

"Don't rush! Take it easy!"

"One! Two! Lift!"

Under Zhao Dapeng's shouted commands, the strong men of the Northern Shore village were moving large ceremonial vessels from the riverbank to the inside.

These vessels were crafted in White Stone Town and transported to the Yang Clan via the Linshan River.

Thanks to Gao Hui's relationship with the Yang Clan, these items were sold at cost, with no transportation fees.

Liang Min was also assisting Yang Xiaolei in setting up the altar at the foot of the mountain, arranging the order and positions of the various clans.

Whoosh—

A gust of wind blew by, and Zhao Qi and Liang Yi appeared on the scene.

The people present quickly put down their tasks and knelt in respect.

"Rise."

Zhao Qi said softly, then took a tiger demon's corpse, over ten feet long, from his storage bag and handed it to Yang Xiaolei.

A grand ceremony wouldn't be complete without offerings. In addition to the chickens, ducks, fish, and cattle raised by mortals, there had to be a main course.

With the tiger demon's corpse in hand, the village cooks and chefs got busy.

"Liang Min, how are the preparations at home?" Liang Yi asked as he approached.

"Don't worry, brother. Everything is in order, and there won't be any mistakes," Liang Min replied.

Liang Yi nodded and turned to Yang Xiaolei, saying, "Master Yang, my brother isn't good at managing the household. Thank you for taking care of him, and please continue to look after him in the future."

"Immortal Master Liang, you're too kind. We're all family here."

Zhao Qi then went to the riverbank to visit his long-unseen father, Zhao Dapeng.

When Zhao Dapeng saw Zhao Qi appear, the surrounding villagers knelt and bowed, but the old man stood there dumbfounded, as if in a daze.

"Is... is that my son?"

After a moment of hesitation, Zhao Dapeng's lips trembled as he spoke.

Zhao Qi's nose tingled with emotion, and he stepped forward to embrace his father.

"Father, it's me."

"Son! I've missed you..."

Hearing the confirmation, Zhao Dapeng could no longer hold back his emotions and cried on his son's shoulder.

The villagers around them were moved by the scene, wiping their tears and sobbing quietly.

After a heartfelt exchange, Zhao Dapeng began to ramble on with advice.

In the past, Zhao Qi would have found his father's words annoying, but this time he felt a different understanding. It wasn't nagging; it was the old man's clumsy way of expressing love for his child.

He patiently listened to Zhao Dapeng's words and agreed to everything.

"Zhao Qi, it's about time. We should head back," Liang Yi reminded him.

Seeing Liang Yi arrive, Zhao Dapeng quickly wiped away his tears and urged Zhao Qi to return to the mountain.

Watching the two leave, Zhao Dapeng stood there with a silly grin, as if he had returned to the past, sitting at the edge of the field after harvesting wheat, watching Zhao Qi play and frolic in the fields.

Zhao Qi and Liang Yi returned to the Yang Clan's Forbidden Zone.

While the preparations at the foot of the mountain were in full swing, those on the mountain were nearly complete.

Elder Yu had specially prepared a dedicated altar for Chen Yang, carved from a single piece of Purple Cloud Fire Jade, which was incredibly valuable.

Lying on it, Chen Yang felt a warm sensation, extremely comfortable.

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Once the preparations at the foot of the mountain were complete, Yang Feiyun and Yang Xiaolei led the entire Yang Clan to the plaza.

Behind them were the Zhao and Liang families, followed by the various clans in order, and beyond that, the Southern Shore of the Linshan River was already filled with kneeling people.

"Here stands the Pine Mountain Yang Clan, born under the heavens and earth, honoring the Immortal Master in worship..."

Yang Feiyun led the chant, and the Yang Clan members stepped forward to light incense, with the people behind them bowing and chanting.

The original phrase was: "Born under the heavens and earth, honoring the deities in worship."

Elder Yu had replaced "deities" with "Immortal Master," referring to Chen Yang on the mountain.

The incense smoke rose, filling the air.

With the sound of a crisp gong, the worship ceremony at the foot of the mountain began.

At the same time, in the Forbidden Zone on the mountain.

Elder Yu was in the main courtyard's ancestral hall with the three Yang Clan children.

Zhao Qi, Liang Yi, and Wu Tong were kneeling in their respective courtyards.

"Yang Clan disciples, bow to the Spirit Stone Immortal!"

"The Immortal's powers are boundless, protecting the Yang Clan's descendants and ensuring the prosperity of our future!"

"The Yang Clan's descendants are grateful for the Immortal's blessings, never daring to forget!"

"Today, we perform the Bloodburn Spirit Sacrifice, though it cannot repay even a fraction of the Immortal's kindness. We are truly ashamed. In the future, the Yang Clan's descendants will do this every year to find peace of mind!"

With these words, six strands of essence blood slowly flew from Elder Yu's palm, transforming into a wisp of red spiritual energy in the air, which Chen Yang absorbed into his body.

Whoosh—

Spiritual rain descended again, nourishing the white space within Chen Yang.

This increase in spiritual power was equivalent to eight years of his breathing exercises!

"Ah—so comfortable!"

After this session of spiritual nourishment, two more Soulfires appeared within Chen Yang.

These represented Zhao Qi and Liang Yi.

Zhao Qi's Soulfire was restrained and gentle, while Liang Yi's was lively and flamboyant, easily distinguishable.

Under Elder Yu's guidance, the Yang Clan cultivators once again performed the ritual.

Swish, swish, swish—

Chen Yang received six new strands of ethereal consciousness.

After absorbing and digesting them, Chen Yang's "vision" remained unchanged, but the range of his "touch" expanded, now encompassing the Northern Shore village below.

He thought it would end here, just like last time.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt himself enveloped by a mysterious force.

"What is this..."

Chen Yang, with some curiosity, sensed the source of this mysterious power.

He quickly realized it came from the foot of the mountain, from the mortals offering incense and prayers.

"This is... the power of mortal wishes?"

Chen Yang willed it, and the mysterious power became his.

The sensation of touching this mysterious power was even lighter than the invisible ethereal consciousness.

It seemed to vanish the moment it entered Chen Yang's body, yet it also seemed to exist at all times.

It was an indescribable, elusive feeling.

"Well, I thought absorbing this power would solve the mystery, but now I'm even more puzzled."

Chen Yang wasn't sure of the power of these wishes.

But his intuition told him it might be related to his advancement and breakthrough.

In the Qi Condensation stage, he could break through as long as he accumulated enough spiritual power, but he didn't know how to reach Core Formation.

Now it seemed that the method for advancing to Core Formation might be closely linked to this mysterious power!

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