Chapter 59

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So once the cave is opened, and everyone rushes in, Yin Xuege will have plenty of opportunities to use the Heavenly Stealing Talismans to steal all the classics and secret techniques left behind by the Jiang Clan’s ancestors within the cave.

Before the Decline of the Law Era, the Yin Clan in the Eastern cultivation world was a small and weak family, like ants. They could almost be said to have no foundation. The Jiang Clan, however, was like a primordial beast in the cultivation world. Even a single hair from the Jiang Clan would be enough for the Yin Clan to benefit for a long time.

"Stealing books doesn't count as stealing! Stealing books is a refined and elegant matter!" Yin Tianjue spoke in a refined manner, then patted Yin Xuege's shoulder forcefully: "Xuege, this time, we few old immortals have abandoned our dignity and planned so many steps, all for this one opportunity."

"The cultivation classics left behind by the Jiang Clan’s ancestors before the Decline of the Law Era are truly the Dao Palace Immortal Scriptures that point directly to the Great Dao. Better to err on the side of caution and not let any slip through!" Yin Tianjue looked at Yin Xuege with earnest eyes: "The future fortune of our Yin Clan all depends on you."

Yin Xuege tightly held the Heavenly Stealing Talismans, a bit hesitant: "This doesn't count as harming the Jiang Clan's interests, right? I signed an alliance with them!"

Yin Tianjue hurriedly reassured Yin Xuege: "Xuege, you are just too kind! You must understand, even friends share their wealth, let alone allies? We are not occupying their classics; we are just borrowing them for a look! As long as you don't harm the limbs of the Jiang Clan’s disciples, you are not harming their interests!"

Pounding Yin Xuege's shoulder, Yin Tianjue smiled: "It's just making a copy of their classics, slightly observing and referencing a bit. They can still take the originals back to the East. This causes no harm to the Jiang Clan at all!"

Yin Xuege stuffed the Heavenly Stealing Talismans into his sleeve, then rolled his eyes at Yin Tianjue: "Once we return to the Yin Clan city-state, the father and son Yin Ji and their cronies will be dealt with by me."

Yin Tianjue nodded without hesitation: "Even if you chop them into dumpling filling, I'll hand you the knife!"

"The three thousand-year dukes of the Brianburg family will also be dealt with by me."

"This is entirely justified. They dared to lay a hand on my dear grandson, making them our Yin Clan’s mortal enemies. No matter who is behind them or why they came to trouble my dear grandson, our Yin Clan will stand up for you."

"All those young people with divine blood captured by the Great Berlin city-state are my slaves!"

"Dear grandson, your contribution this time is immense. We have already decided that you will enjoy one-tenth of the Great Berlin city-state’s income in the future. The life and death of tens of millions of people will be decided by your word, let alone a hundred or so younglings?"

For every condition Yin Xuege proposed, Yin Tianjue agreed. In the end, Yin Xuege couldn't think of any more conditions. After racking his brain for a long time, Yin Xuege finally remembered Wumu, who had become his follower.

"The clan will provide resources for Wumu to form a guard army, which will be under my sole control. This army will not be subject to the internal and external affairs halls of the clan. Without my order, no one can move a single soldier." Yin Xuege was determined to gain real power within the clan. His past experiences told him that in a clan like the Yin Clan, it was absolutely impossible to survive without strong military power.

Yin Tianjue clapped his hands forcefully, then spread them out, looking at Yin Xuege solemnly.

"Up to one hundred thousand, you can do as you please. All equipment and expenses will be borne by the Yin Clan, but your guard army cannot exceed one hundred thousand. Remember, even the private armies of us nine old immortals do not exceed this number!"

"Huh? Huh?" Yin Xuege widened his eyes in surprise, looking at Yin Tianjue curiously: "You and the other eight elders each have a private army? I never heard of this when I was in the Child Hall!"

"Ha, ha!" Yin Tianjue laughed dryly, grabbing the barrier he had set up and shattering it. He swiftly moved behind Yin Xuege and lightly kicked his buttocks.

"What does a little kid need to know so much? Apart from us nine old immortals, even among the Heavenly Generation elders, only about seventeen or eighteen people know about this!" After a moment's thought, Yin Tianjue lowered his voice: "Do you think our Yin Clan could have survived the combined attacks of the Eastern and Western powers in the West just with the people of our main family?"

Yin Xuege didn't say anything, his eyes deep as he looked at Yin Tianjue and nodded fiercely.

Yin Tianjue looked around, let out a light sigh, and placed his right index finger in front of his lips, waving it slightly. The two of them smiled at each other, then simultaneously transformed into a blood light and flew towards the valley where the Jiang Clan was stationed.

In the following days, Yin Xuege continued to challenge the Jiang Clan’s disciples every day. Yin Tianjue began to teach Yin Xuege the Yin Clan’s main family flying sword technique, 'Flying Cloud Sword Record.' Gradually, Yin Xuege's offensive and defensive techniques became more structured, though his sword skills were still crude and unrefined, they were much stronger than a few days ago.

However, Yin Xuege was just beginning to learn the flying sword techniques of the cultivation world, and he was still too young. Compared to the Jiang Clan’s disciples who had been practicing various sword techniques and sword skills since childhood and had at least a dozen years of experience with flying swords, he had fought nearly a hundred battles over the past few days and still hadn't won a single one.

Time passed day by day. Every day, two or three of the Jiang Clan’s disciples would duel with Yin Xuege. Because Yin Xuege lost so badly, even the Jiang Clan’s disciples gradually stopped taking him seriously.

Even Jiang Ruren and Jiang Tuochen ignored Yin Xuege's existence, as Jiang Tuochen had said, "Even if this child has legendary talent, he is too young and has been cultivating for too short a time. In a few decades, he will not be of much value to our Jiang Clan!"

Thus, half a month passed quickly. One day, the white jade wall suddenly shone brightly.

A gentle breeze blew through the nearby mountains, and countless gusts of wind carrying light mountain mists rushed in, quickly merging into the white jade wall.

From within the white jade wall, countless rays of light burst forth, and faint golden light and cold light sprayed out for hundreds of miles like a heavy rain. Where the light rays covered, all the mountains became semi-transparent. For a moment, the world was bathed in golden brilliance, and everyone was illuminated in golden light, like countless golden statues.

A dull thundering sound came from within the white jade wall, and a vast expanse of misty smoke flickered within the huge white jade wall. Suddenly, a beautiful landscape of green mountains and clear waters appeared within the white jade wall.

Jiang Ruren laughed loudly to the sky, then shouted loudly.

"Jiang Clan’s children, form the Great Heaven-Unlimited Formation! Friend Yin, please quickly set up the Great Formation to break the restrictions, and we will enter!"