Chapter 536 - 536: An Old Acquaintance of the Jiang Family

Jiang Xinghai and Shen Zhengye were both rather surprised to hear this.

They had thought this was just an ordinary mountain villa, never imagining it hid such a legend.

"A Traveling Palace where an Immortal lived after descending to the mortal world?"

His curiosity piqued, Jiang Xinghai couldn't help but look around.

As far as he knew, Kunlun's Jasper Pool was the former residence of the Immortals.

However, the topography of this Piaomiao Mountain Villa was indeed unique.

While it couldn't compare to Kunlun's Jasper Pool, it was an exceptionally rare and wonderful place for cultivation in the mortal world.

Along the way, they saw simple, ancient buildings and dense forests. There weren't many guards nearby, but every single one had reached the Realm of the Great Venerable.

"You three, please keep up."

The old butler leading the way paused for a moment before continuing forward.

Jiang Xinghai and the other two quickened their pace, their eyes still taking in the magnificent scenery.

Under the old butler's guidance, they saw a five-story ancient building standing tall in the distance, nestled deep within the endless, misty mountains—

Like a miniature paradise on earth!

Along the path, a dense bamboo forest rustled as a cool breeze blew through it.

Passing through the bamboo forest, they saw dozens of towering tablets of white stone.

Although these white stone tablets were weathered by time, the mysterious runes carved into them still exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

After walking around the stone tablets, the group finally stood in an ancient, picturesque courtyard.

The buildings were mysterious and ancient, as if steeped in a thousand years of silence.

"You three, please come in."

The old butler stepped into the main hall, turned to the side, and gestured for them to enter with one hand.

Yu Zhuo led the way inside, with Jiang Xinghai and Shen Zhengye following close behind.

The main hall was filled with antiques, calligraphy, and paintings, showcasing the Zhao Family's nearly thousand-year-old cultural heritage.

An old man with a hale and hearty complexion sat in a Grandmaster's Chair.

This was none other than the Zhao Family's ancestor, Zhao Wenxiang!

His eyes were deep and sharp, as if they could see through anything.

His cheeks were thin, and his shoulder-length white hair moved on its own without a breeze, lending him the air of a sagacious immortal.

As he sat there, it was as if time had stopped before him. A thousand years of history seemed to have settled upon him, emanating an intimidating aura.

A faint smile appeared on Zhao Wenxiang's face as he saw his three guests.

"Greetings, Elder Zhao!"

Yu Zhuo and the other two cupped their fists in unison.

Zhao Wenxiang nodded with a smile, motioned for the old butler to withdraw, and then slowly rose to his feet and walked over.

His gaze swept over the three of them before finally resting on Jiang Xinghai, as if searching for something.

He could roughly discern Jiang Xinghai's cultivation level and was shocked to find it faintly surpassed his own!

An old family ancestor like himself, already in his nineties, had endured countless hardships and weathered endless storms, long since growing indifferent to worldly affairs, just to reach the Great Perfection of the late-stage Celestial Destiny Realm!

'But this person before me is so young, and his realm has advanced so quickly. How many people in this world could possibly compare to him?'

But despite his astonishment, Zhao Wenxiang's gaze remained fixed on Jiang Xinghai's facial features.

"May I ask your name, young friend?"

Zhao Wenxiang's gaze grew sharp and intense.

"Jiang Xinghai."

"A descendant with the surname Jiang... Could you be from the Imperial City?" The look in Zhao Wenxiang's eyes shifted again.

A ripple of emotion crossed Jiang Xinghai's eyes. "That's right. I was born in the Imperial City, but I haven't been back in five years. I wonder how Elder Zhao could guess I was from the Imperial City in a single sentence?"

"Is your grandfather Jiang Long?" Zhao Wenxiang's hands suddenly landed on Jiang Xinghai's shoulders.

Jiang Xinghai could feel that the old man was merely excited and had no intention of harming him. He said, "My grandfather is indeed Jiang Long. By age, he should be about the same as you, Elder Zhao. But he passed away long ago. Could it be that you and my grandfather were old acquaintances?"

"Absurd!"

Suddenly, Zhao Wenxiang released his Inner Strength through his hands, pinning Jiang Xinghai firmly in place. "You're young enough to be my great-grandson! How could you possibly be Jiang Long's grandson?"

"My father is the fifth son. When I was born, my grandfather was already in his seventies. Is there anything wrong with that?" Jiang Xinghai replied without being deferential or arrogant, staring at Zhao Wenxiang.

"Jiang Wendong?" The warmth gradually returned to Zhao Wenxiang's expression.

It seemed he was extremely familiar with the Jiang Family and had only acted that way intentionally to test Jiang Xinghai.

"Yes, my father is Jiang Wendong," Jiang Xinghai nodded.

Zhao Wenxiang fell silent. It was a long moment before he released Jiang Xinghai's shoulders.

He turned silently and walked toward the door.

A long sigh followed. "Five years ago, a great misfortune befell your Jiang Family. To this day, only ruins remain, and your clan members have long since... Why are you still alive?"

"Am I not allowed to be alive? Would you prefer the Jiang Family to have no one left?" Jiang Xinghai retorted, turning around.

'Now I know Zhao Wenxiang knew my grandfather, but whether he's a friend or foe remains to be seen.'

"It's good that you're alive!"

Zhao Wenxiang walked forward and added, "With such a high cultivation level at your young age, there is hope for the Jiang Family's great feud to be avenged in blood. Follow me. Your grandfather left something behind back then. It's time to return it to a descendant of the Jiang Family."