Chapter 1671 - 662: Ye State (Part 2)

Chapter 1671: Chapter 662: Ye State (Part 2)

If this thing can be fully brought back to life and start growing again, that’d be a huge profit.

After all, this is a treasured item of the Eighth Realm Powerhouse Hong Dao.

Night deepened, thick fog blanketed the land, ninety percent of the area was so dark you couldn’t see your hand in front of your face, yet Yao Guang City was ablaze with lights, skyscrapers rising one after another, as if they were about to pierce the heavens.

"Brother Zheng Guang, are you resting?" Ji Xingran came visiting, calling softly.

Qin Ming pushed open the door and invited him in.

This was Zhou Tian’s little junior; when they first arrived in Yao Guang City, it was him who received Qin Ming, Niu Wuwei and the others.

Ji Xingran was a bit restrained, because he and Bai Zilan had personally witnessed just how fierce this lowest‑ranked Great Saint really was—he actually defeated Meng Zhiyu in a battle at the same level.

"Sorry to intrude, I hope Great Saint won’t mind." He stated his purpose: three old seniors in the city wished to invite Qin Ming for a small drink.

Qin Ming was surprised; it actually involved Grandmaster Level figures.

He asked, "Just inviting me alone?"

Ji Xingran informed him, "And Great Saint Niu Wuwei as well."

"Mm, alright, I’ll go to the appointment with Fifth Brother." Qin Ming nodded his agreement; with a Doushuai Temple Hidden Disciple going along, he figured no blind fool would dare cause trouble.

If it were just him, he really would need to think it over—he was, after all, only a Loose Cultivator.

Qin Ming asked again, "My Fourth Brother, Sister Meng and the others, they’re not going?"

Ji Xingran said, "Some are in closed‑door cultivation, some have been invited away by other people."

Qin Ming was astonished—among the Six Great Saints, someone’s this diligent? They just came back from the Land of Fate Change and already started cultivating again.

Niu Wuwei came out of his room and met up with Qin Ming; in the hazy night they headed toward a palace‑style garden in the city without any tall buildings.

Niu Wuwei secretly complained to Qin Ming, saying, "Never thought that ever since we got back, we’ve been booked solid from day to night, way too many social engagements."

Qin Ming said, "They say this time it’s an Ancestor Master inviting us; for Zhou Tian and Ji Xingran’s sake, it wouldn’t look good to refuse outright."

The silver bamboo grove rustled in the night breeze, stirring up star‑like ripples of radiance; the Spirit Lake boiled with auspicious glow, schools of Five Colored Dragon Carp swam through it, their bodies streaming with multicolored light. The scenery here was delightful.

Here, Qin Ming saw Bai Zilan and Wen Lingxi; Niece Wen was no longer in her Divine Lotus Body, but had come personally in flesh and blood.

Clearly, this was a joint invitation from the Ji Family, Bai Family, and Wen Family.

"Good brothers, you finally made it." Wen Chongguang strode over with a beaming face.

The gracefully tall Wen Lingxi, her beautiful face instantly darkened; she really wanted to glare at her father a few times—how was she supposed to interact with them after that sort of address?

"Big Brother!"

"Brother Wen!"

Qin Ming and Niu Wuwei warmly responded to Old Wen, laughing as they stepped forward to meet him.

Wen Chongguang laughed and said, "Brothers, tonight we don’t go home till we’re drunk."

"Father!" Wen Lingxi sent a voice transmission, finding Old Wen a bit unbearable.

Wen Chongguang was very open‑minded, saying, "It’s fine, we each handle our own side of things."

Then, two middle‑aged men came out from the palace, both very easygoing, greeting Niu Wuwei and Qin Ming.

"Brother Niu, Brother Zheng Guang, I’ve long heard of your great names."

"Brothers, please, come inside."

This time it was Ji Xingran and Bai Zilan whose expressions went slightly stiff, a bit embarrassed, because these two were Grandmaster Level figures—their grandfather and great‑grandfather, respectively.

They couldn’t stand on the sidelines and stepped up to make introductions.

Ji Xingran’s grandfather was named Ji Yunzhou, Bai Zilan’s great‑grandfather was Bai Shanhai; both were already over two hundred years old, standing in the Sixth Realm.

However, the two considered themselves still young, latecomers among the Ancestor Masters, directly treating Qin Ming and Niu Wuwei as peers.

Wen Lingxi clearly let out a breath of relief; looking at it this way, her Great Grandmaster father calling Zheng Guang and Niu Wuwei "brothers" wasn’t all that shameful.

Qin Ming and Niu Wuwei had indeed been a bit uneasy at first—these were people at the Ancestor Master level, yet they were this easygoing, addressing them as brothers.

Ji Yunzhou waved his hand, saying, "What Ancestor Master? That just makes me sound old. That sort of title is only how ordinary people see it. You two little brothers are in the Fifth Realm and are Great Saints—there’s not much distance between us. In a few decades, you might well have surpassed us already."

Bai Shanhai was even more down‑to‑earth, saying, "Judging from the vitality of the Body, the two of us still count as youths, and our mindset is younger yet. I even have a seven‑year‑old daughter right now."

Qin Ming was quite amazed; this Brother Bai was full of Red Dust Smoke and Fire, not putting on any airs at all.

Thinking back to those Night State Ancestor Masters he’d seen back then, which one of them wasn’t a deep‑scheming old monster?

Niu Wuwei’s bull eyes also went wide; he was a bit speechless.

Beside them, the short‑haired, clean‑cut Bai Family eldest young lady Bai Zilan really wanted to cover her face at this moment, feeling embarrassed on her great‑grandfather’s behalf.

Ji Yunzhou nodded with a smile, saying, "I also have an eleven‑year‑old youngest son, who’s Xing Ran’s little uncle."

This time it was Ji Xingran who wanted to hide his face—why did his grandfather say everything out loud?

Wen Chongguang was gifted, himself a Great Grandmaster, with a daughter whose status was even more extraordinary. His standing in Yao Guang City wasn’t low; he was extremely close to the two Ancestor Masters, and on hearing this he couldn’t help wanting to chime in with a laugh.

Wen Lingxi looked expressionlessly at her father, and Old Wen immediately swallowed the words that had been about to follow.

Qin Ming said, "The three of you are so approachable, it really makes the two of us..."

Ji Yunzhou said, "Don’t call us ’old brothers’; we’re still very young."

Wen Chongguang said, "Let’s just call it this: Brother Bai, Second Brother Ji, Third Brother Wen."

Niu Wuwei came back to himself and said, "Then Old Six and I will respectfully obey rather than decline."

The group walked toward the palace; here, every ten steps was a new view—flying waterfalls and flowing springs, exotic flowers and rare grasses, upturned eaves and carved rafters, railings of carved jade—all the splendor you could ask for.