CHAPTER 861: CHAPTER 861: THE SCHOLAR ANCESTOR

In the inheritance land, Chen Nan and Tang Zhirou were slowly walking forward, passing by numerous grave markers.

Chen Nan noticed that very few Qingshan Sect leaders met a peaceful end; they were either ambushed by demonic cultivators or killed by beasts. It seemed that the leaders of the Qingshan Sect were particularly unlucky.

Some didn’t die at the hands of demonic cultivators or beasts but perished under heavenly tribulations.

"I suspect someone is targeting the Qingshan Sect," Chen Nan knitted his brows deeply.

As a sect leader, one is often the strongest in the sect, and most of the time, they don’t need to take action.

Yet, here in the Qingshan Sect, being a leader is a high-risk role, and one could easily die if not careful.

Therefore, Chen Nan suspected that someone was targeting the Qingshan Sect, which could also explain why it fell into decline within merely a thousand years.

It’s known that a Golden Core Stage cultivator can casually live for over a thousand years, and Nascent Soul cultivators can live for tens of thousands of years. The leaders of the Qingshan Sect over the generations were all given the title of Master.

The title of Master is something only great cultivators at the Nascent Soul Stage or higher can receive, indicating they were at least Nascent Soul Cultivators and considered strong in the Nine Provinces.

Tang Zhirou also sighed slightly and shook her head, saying, "These leaders’ deaths were also too tragic. I wonder if it’s still like that now."

"If someone is truly targeting the Qingshan Sect, then with the sign of its rise now, will the mastermind continue to act?"

Chen Nan’s expression also became solemn: "Looks like we need to be more careful in the future."

After observing several more grave markers, Tang Zhirou suddenly stopped.

"Master Feng Miao, the 103rd leader of the Qingshan Sect, supported the declining Qingshan Sect as a woman with astonishing and earth-shaking strength."

"Under her efforts, the Qingshan Sect showed signs of resurgence but was injured by a sinister entity during a secret realm exploration and died in depression at the age of seven hundred and thirty."

"Such a young Nascent Soul Cultivator?" Chen Nan was quite surprised.

Generally speaking, it takes at least a thousand years for a cultivator to reach the Nascent Soul Realm, and those with slightly poorer aptitude take even longer.

Yet, Master Feng Miao was only seven hundred and thirty at her death, and her strength among Nascent Soul Cultivators was top-tier, proving she was a super genius.

It’s a pity that such a person eventually died in an attack by a sinister entity, what a shame.

Tang Zhirou looked at the words on the grave marker, seemingly sensing the powerlessness within, she bit her lip and said firmly: "I want her inheritance!"

"I must earn her recognition!"

Saying this, she placed her hand on Master Feng Miao’s grave marker and closed her eyes.

Seeing Tang Zhirou set her goal, Chen Nan smiled slightly, did not disturb her, and continued forward to select an inheritance of his own interest.

"I wonder if we can obtain multiple inheritances. It’s all Master’s fault for not explaining clearly before entering."

After a brief complaint, he reached the end.

There stood a grave marker several times taller than the others, with only a few words engraved on it.

"Grave of Master Qingshan."

"Is this the grave of the Qingshan Sect ancestor?"

Chen Nan muttered under his breath, deeply respecting the sect’s ancestor.

With his own strength, he founded a large force and his cultivation level was unmatched at the time, truly a Heavenly Immortal character.

"It’s you then!"

Chen Nan smiled slightly and directly placed his hand on the grave marker, slowly closing his eyes.

In the next moment, he appeared in a bamboo forest, where there was a bamboo house, tranquil and elegant, bringing a calmness to one’s heart.

Chen Nan stepped forward, knowing clearly that this was not reality but a consciousness space, with his true self still standing in front of the grave marker.

In the open space before the house, a dignified man clad in robes, with a scholarly temperament, was gently rocking on a reclining chair. On the stone table beside him sat a teapot and teacups.

"Greetings, elder,"

Chen Nan approached, speculating that the scholarly man before him must be the legendary Green Mountain Ancestor, though vastly different from his imagined image.

In his imagination, the Green Mountain Ancestor should have been sage-like and ethereal, yet the man before him appeared every bit a common scholar, albeit one who knew how to enjoy life.

The scholar had his eyes closed in a fake nap, and only upon hearing the voice did he open his eyes.

"Another Qingshan Sect junior has come? A lot of time must have passed outside, hasn’t it? Why has it taken so long for someone to enter?"

Chen Nan hesitated to speak, could he really say the Qingshan Sect nearly perished?

After some thought, he decided to tell the truth.

"To answer senior, the Qingshan Sect has now become an unranked small sect, requiring ten top-grade spirit stones to open the inheritance land, which the Qingshan Sect cannot afford."

Upon hearing this, the scholar shed his previously leisurely demeanor and sat up straight.

"Reduced to insignificant? The descendants of the Qingshan Sect are truly disappointing, bound to anger me to death!"

"Ah, right, I am already dead, cannot manage nor care, at least the Qingshan Sect still exists..."

Thinking this, he reclined back, resuming his prior expression.

Chen Nan was very surprised; he didn’t expect the Qingshan Sect ancestor to be such a person, seemingly with a comedic talent.

"Senior, I’m here to seek your inheritance. Please, tell me how you wish to test me."

"Test?" The Qingshan Sect ancestor sighed, "I’m too lazy to construct a test, but it seems improper to just give it to you."

"How about this, tell me about the current situation of the Qingshan Sect."

Chen Nan was prepared for a test, even ready for the possibility of not getting the Qingshan Sect Ancestor’s inheritance, but to find it so straightforward was unexpected.

So, he recounted the developments happening at the Qingshan Sect during this period.

Upon hearing how Chen Nan revived the Qingshan Sect with his identity as an alchemist, the ancestor’s expression grew much more serious, his eyes filled with brilliance.

"Good, good, it seems heaven isn’t set on ending my Qingshan Sect!"

The Green Mountain Ancestor, though previously indifferent, was very excited at the thought of the Qingshan Sect continuing its legacy.

"Oh, you seek my inheritance? Unfortunately, many have come before and taken many things; I only have one left, which I shall give to you."

"I hope you can bring the Qingshan Sect back to its peak!"

He said this while waving his hand, causing a golden light to slowly fly towards him.

Chen Nan reached out to receive it, the golden light gradually faded revealing a small sword in his palm.

The small sword was merely the length of a forefinger, quite petite, yet it was incredibly heavy, weighing at least a thousand pounds.

The sharp edges emitted a chill just by looking at them.

"This item is called the Void-Crushing Sword, forged with countless heavenly materials and treasures, a true instrument of slaughter!"