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The Yao Clan's location, deep in the Shennong Mountain Range in the far south of the Central Plains, could, to some extent, be said to be detached from the Central Plains, so it required a considerable journey from Starcloud Pavilion.
However, in Yao Chen's eyes now, this journey was nothing; he took Xiao Yan and Xun Er, speeding along, quickly crossing thousands of mountains and rivers, and arriving before the Shennong Mountain Range.
Looking at the continuous mountain range where clouds rolled in the sky and energy was so dense it condensed into clouds, a strange emotion surged in Yao Chen's heart, a feeling of trepidation upon approaching home.
He took a deep breath, calmed his mind, and clenched his somewhat withered hand into a fist.
Scenes of his parents' passing flashed in his mind, along with the faces of former friends and enemies in the Yao Clan. He let out a soft breath and murmured in a voice only he could hear:
"Some things, time can never wash away… This time, let's bring it to an end."
Xiao Yan and Xun Er held hands, and he watched his teacher's back, various thoughts constantly surfacing in his mind. He once again lamented his own weakness, unable to share his teacher's worries, leaving him to face things alone.
Xun Er looked at the Shennong Mountain Range, sniffing the faint medicinal scent in the air, a hint of surprise appearing on her face: "As expected of the Yao Clan; even the Ancient Clan doesn't have such a large medicinal garden."
"I'm also very interested in the location of Xun Er's clan. I imagine it wouldn't be inferior to this Yao Clan, right?" Xiao Yan smiled as he looked at the beautiful woman beside him.
"This mountain range was cultivated by a former ancestor of the Yao Clan, who spent several centuries of effort to nurture it," Yao Chen said, his voice calm, as he put away the complexity in his eyes.
He led the two slowly down beside a bottomless mountain gorge deep within the mountain range. Opposite them, a hundred-zhang-tall arched stone gate stood quietly. An ancient and Vicissitudes aura emanated from the archway, causing all who approached to feel a sense of awe.
This was the entrance to the Medicine World.
At this time, due to the Medicine Ceremony, people were already coming and going before the archway. Figures constantly arrived from the sky or the depths of the mountain forest, stopping before the archway, then handing their invitations or other credentials to the guards dressed in Yao Clan robes for inspection before entering the massive, chaotic-colored spatial wormhole.
"Are all these people here for the Medicine Ceremony?" Xiao Yan asked in surprise.
Yao Chen shook his head slightly: "There aren't many true competitors, only a few. The Medicine Ceremony is the Yao Clan's biggest event, so of course, it must be lively. Some Sect forces affiliated with the Yao Clan are allowed to enter and observe."
As they approached, the Yao Clan members guarding the archway cast their slightly sharp gazes upon them.
Yao Chen smiled and handed over his invitation.
The guard's expression changed slightly upon seeing it, and he immediately became humble: "It is Medicine Saint himself. Please enter."
Yao Chen nodded and entered the spatial wormhole.
As soon as the three landed, they saw a giant green bird slowly flying towards them.
"Please come this way, both of you. I will take you to where the Medicine Ceremony begins," a woman dressed as an Alchemist, with a touch of intellectual beauty, said with a smile.
As the three walked onto the bird's back, Xiao Yan exclaimed, "As expected of the Yao Clan, even the one assigned to lead the way is an Alchemist."
Yao Chen was very familiar with the Yao Clan's cultural atmosphere and said with a smile, "More than that… even a seven or eight-year-old child you find by the roadside might be an Alchemist who has entered a rank."
The green bird flapped its wings, riding the wind, and swiftly swept towards the depths of the Medicine World.
About half an hour later, Xiao Yan noticed that the green bird's speed had slowed down, and his vision suddenly cleared as he looked into the distance.
The thin mist above the Medicine World had dispersed at some point, and a towering, cloud-piercing mountain peak appeared before them.
On that massive mountain peak, buildings were clustered, stretching for an unknown number of miles.
Faint plumes of smoke emerged from various parts of the mountain. Xiao Yan knew that these smoke plumes, like cooking smoke, were actually Alchemists refining pills.
After circling the mountain, the youth finally stopped at a large square.
Yao Chen stepped off the green bird's back, looking at the familiar buildings around him, slightly lost in thought. Even after so many years, the Yao Clan had not changed much; various places were no different from his memories.
"I didn't expect you to actually return. I thought you would be more resolute and never come back to the clan. You refused our clan's invitation last time, and now you're shamelessly showing up?" A somewhat old voice, filled with rich mockery, came.
Hearing this familiar voice, Yao Chen's expression instantly darkened. He squeezed out three words from his throat: "Yao Wangui…"
An old man slowly walked over, looking at Yao Chen and the others with a sneer.
Yao Chen controlled his emotions and retorted with a cold laugh: "I'm here to participate in the Medicine Ceremony, the kind that truly steps onto the stage… I wonder if you still have the qualifications to be on stage after all these years."
Hearing Yao Chen say this, Yao Wangui's face fell slightly. He snorted coldly: "Your glibness is impressive, but I wonder about your actual skill."
"It will open your eyes… My name is definitely staying on the ancestral tablet."
"ancestral tablet? Oh, you want to put the names of those two wastes on it. Heh… Don't even look at your own worth; do they even deserve to be on the ancestral tablet?" Yao Wangui scoffed.
"Wastes? Who are you calling wastes?" With his parents insulted, a surge of anger filled Yao Chen's heart, and he no longer held back, unleashing his aura without reservation. The terrifying presence made everyone around him gasp.
Yao Wangui's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Yao Chen, saying in disbelief: "How is this possible? How can this be? How can you possess such strength?"
"Apologize… I said, apologize to my parents," Yao Chen said with a cold voice.
Yao Chen generally wouldn't get angry; he had passed the age of youthful impetuosity, and even if there were conflicts, he wouldn't immediately fall out with others in public. Only towards Yao Wangui, who had persecuted him in the past, did he find it difficult to control his emotions.
This person bore indirect responsibility for his mother's death back then.
With strength far inferior to Yao Chen at this moment, Yao Wangui's face turned red under the immense pressure of the aura. However, relying on the fact that this was the Yao Clan, he didn't believe Yao Chen would dare to do anything to him, and he stiffened his neck, saying, "Hmph, waste is waste. No matter how many times you make me say it, that will still be my answer."
Yao Chen's expression turned cold, and he immediately made his move, striking a palm towards him.
Terrifying energy gathered, forming a massive palm print.
Because it wasn't his own power, Yao Chen's combat strength was indeed not strong among those of the same level, but against Yao Wangui, he could completely suppress him with his realm.
Yao Wangui's eyes widened, unable to believe that the other party actually dared to attack.
"Alas…" A faint voice sounded, and a figure appeared beside him, blocking the palm strike.
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