Rise of the Wang Clan: Starting with a Portable Farm

Chapter 233: Nascent Soul Inheritance

For a long time, the two men stood silently before the portrait, paying their respects to the tragic beauty of a bygone era.

Finally, they turned their attention to the rest of the room.

Unlike the previous chambers, there were no scattered artifacts here—only the essentials of daily life. However, at the far end of the room sat a bed carved from yellow jade, radiating a soft, warm spiritual light.

Wang Guang’an laughed softly. “I felt guilty for taking the Cold Ice Jade Bed earlier, feeling I had snatched your Fated Chance. But seeing this Yellow Jade Warm Bed, my conscience is finally clear.”

Wang Hao shook his head. “Ancestor, please do not speak like that. Did I not claim the Life Spirit Fire? If we must tally every coin between us, are we still a family?”

“I am glad you see it that way,” Wang Guang’an said warmly. “In the end, this secret was bought with your intelligence. I am merely riding your coattails.”

“And without your strength, I would have died at the roots of the Vine Demon,” Wang Hao countered.

They laughed, the tension of distributing the loot evaporating.

“Ancestor, you mentioned this is a Yellow Jade Warm Bed. What makes it special?” Wang Hao asked, examining the artifact.

“This is carved from Third Rank Yellow Yang Jade,” Wang Guang’an explained, running a hand over the smooth surface. “Typically, this jade is used to make small meditation cushions or pendants. It possesses a gentle, warming energy that harmonizes the body and accelerates Spiritual Energy circulation.”

“A palm-sized pendant costs thousands of Spirit Stones. To carve an entire bed from a single block… such luxury is unheard of. The raw material alone is worth 400,000 to 500,000 Spirit Stones. Furthermore, it has been refined with formations to amplify its effects. Among Third Rank treasures, this is top-tier.”

Wang Hao understood. Unlike the Cold Ice Jade Bed, which required a Golden Core constitution to withstand its chill, the Warm Bed was accessible to anyone. Even a Qi Refining cultivator could use it to speed up their training, provided they were careful not to overload their meridians.

“Such a treasure… surely it is protected?” Wang Hao muttered, stepping forward cautiously.

He wasn’t reckless. This was likely Song Churan’s deathbed. According to her journal, she had died here, yet no remains were found in the other rooms. The probability of finding her skeleton on this bed was high. And a Nascent Soul cultivator might have left defenses to ensure her final rest was undisturbed.

Wang Hao waved his hand, conjuring a gentle breeze to part the bead curtains and gauze canopy.

The bed was not empty. But neither did it hold a skeleton.

Resting on the yellow jade were three jade slips, a token, and a letter.

Nothing else.

After testing for traps and finding none, they reverently picked up the items. The letter was unsealed. They opened it and read quickly.

A wave of excitement washed over them. Song Churan had indeed left an inheritance.

Of the three jade slips, two contained cultivation techniques capable of reaching the Nascent Soul stage. These were the core legacies of the Gui Ran Sect: the Gui Ran Sword Art and the Glacier Great Method.

The Sword Art could reach the late Nascent Soul stage and had no specific elemental requirement—only a talent for the sword. The Glacier Method was restricted to Ice Spirit Roots and capped at the mid-Nascent Soul stage.

Two Nascent Soul techniques! This was a foundation that could support a sect for ten thousand years.

The third jade slip contained a detailed map and guide to a specific ruin: the Purple Void Secret Realm. As a former hegemon of the Southern Sea, the Gui Ran Sect had explored it extensively.

The token was a Purple Void Token. It granted entry to the Secret Realm for up to five people. In its prime, the Gui Ran Sect held three such tokens; Song Churan had kept one.

The letter revealed her final thoughts.

Although she had severed ties with the sect, she knew that the civil war between Yang Xuan and Yan Yue would inevitably lead to decline. She could not bear to see her sect’s legacy vanish entirely.

Her heart was dead to the world, but her loyalty to the Dao remained. She left these techniques for a worthy descendant of the Gui Ran Sect who might one day stumble upon her tomb.

The letter explained the restrictions in the other room.

The thirteen treasures—three High Grade, three Middle Grade, and seven Low Grade Dharma Treasures—were locked behind a tiered formation. As the inheritor’s cultivation advanced (Golden Core, etc.), they would be able to unlock the corresponding tier of items.

Song Churan had spent her final century studying formations, becoming a Third Rank Middle Grade Array Master. She warned that the restrictions were interlocked. If anyone attempted to brute-force them, a chain reaction would trigger, destroying every treasure instantly. Even a Nascent Soul cultivator would leave empty-handed.

“Do not be greedy,” the letter warned. “A child walking through the market with gold invites disaster. Take only what your strength can protect.”

Wang Hao and Wang Guang’an exchanged a look of relief. They were lucky they hadn’t tried to smash the barriers earlier.

Song Churan wasn’t cruel, but she was pragmatic. She had left the Purple Jade Paperweight, the Cyan Refining Furnace, and the room full of Spirit Weapons outside the barrier as a starter pack to help the inheritor grow.

The letter also mentioned the Spirit Medicine Garden—a hundred acres of rare herbs suitable for every stage of cultivation up to Nascent Soul. She worried whether any would survive the passage of time.

To ensure the legacy endured, she had also scattered seeds throughout the mine tunnels and released Spirit Beasts to guard the perimeter.

Reading this, Wang Hao felt a pang of sympathy. She had planned everything perfectly… except for the Vine Demon. That parasite had devoured her garden, drained the Spirit Vein, and likely eaten the majority of her scattered seeds.

“The mystery is solved,” Wang Hao said. “The outer entrance was sealed by Song Churan herself. That’s why no one found this place for millennia.”

Only a true disciple of the Gui Ran Sect, knowing the history, would have known where to look.

“A pity,” Wang Guang’an sighed. “The Vine Demon’s damage to the Spirit Vein weakened the protective array, causing the water leak that eventually eroded the seal. Without that damage, we never would have found the entrance.”

“The Third Rank Spirit Vein has degraded to Second Rank,” Wang Hao worried. “I wonder if anything in her hundred-acre garden survived the demon’s hunger?”

A Spirit Vein was the lifeblood of a garden. A Second Rank vein provided less than one percent of the energy of a Third Rank vein. Between the degradation, the Vine Demon’s gluttony, and the wild beasts roaming the tunnels, the strain on the environment had been catastrophic.

It was a miracle the vein hadn’t collapsed entirely.