Chapter 598: Wei Clan Generations, Moving Overseas

After giving Wei Xiuwen some life-saving treasures, Wei Tu next had him take charge of arranging the specific migration list for the Wei clan members.

By now, after several hundred years of growth, the once tiny Wei clan that originated from Qingmu County in the Zheng Kingdom had become a sizable cultivation family, numbering in the hundreds.

Of course, this number had been strictly controlled from the top down. Otherwise, after centuries of expansion, it would have easily grown to tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands.

—In the cultivation world, having many clan members could be a blessing, producing more so-called "geniuses," but it also often created a crisis of resources.

So, orderly growth of the clan was the best choice for most cultivation families during their early rise.

"Xiuwen understands."

Wei Xiuwen nodded and agreed one by one.

This time, those being migrated were his direct descendants. Naturally, he cared deeply.

…

After instructing Xiuwen, Wei Tu didn’t delay. While congratulating Kou Hongying at the Mirror Water Pavilion for forming her Nascent Soul, he also took the chance to convene a Righteous Society meeting to discuss the threat of Ding Lezheng and the others.

After all, if his true identity were exposed, it wouldn’t just implicate the Wei clan. People like Kou Hongying, who had close ties with him, would also be drawn in.

Because this meeting was held at the Mirror Water Pavilion, Fu Zhizhou, far away in the Overseas Cultivation World, didn’t attend. Only Wei Tu, Kou Hongying, and Cao Mi were present.

The meeting had barely started. Once Wei Tu laid everything out, everyone agreed to his plan of retreating to the Overseas Cultivation World.

But Wei Tu stressed that the number of cultivators retreating must be strictly limited.

With the current strength of the Righteous Society in the Overseas Cultivation World, sheltering two or three small Nascent Soul sects was not difficult.

The real issue lay elsewhere—if numbers grew too large, it would be impossible to keep the secret.

The spatial tunnels between the two worlds must never be revealed to the powers of the Overseas Cultivation World. Otherwise, it would be just like when he faced the turtle demon and sea serpent demon—between the two sides, only death or survival would remain. The secret realm entrance on that desolate island could never be exposed.

The value of the Great Cang cultivation world was far greater than that of the Zunwang Palace secret realm.

Wei Tu could easily imagine what would happen once the Guixu Sea cultivation world, where standards were higher and experts stronger, discovered a "spatial tunnel" leading to the Great Cang cultivation world.

At the very least, the cultivators of the Overseas Cultivation World would absolutely seize the entrance to the Zunwang Palace secret realm and occupy this high-level inheritance site.

"My master has just passed. In the Mirror Water Pavilion, I only have one disciple left among my close kin. She can come with me. As for the other cultivators of the pavilion… I don’t think Ding Lezheng will target them too harshly," Kou Hongying said after some thought.

She didn’t mean she didn’t care about the lives of the other cultivators. But whether in her eyes or Ding Lezheng’s, they would hardly serve as effective hostages against her or Wei Tu.

When faced with threats of life and death, most cultivators didn’t even care much about their own kin, let alone "strangers" in the same sect.

Hearing this, Wei Tu’s face showed surprise.

But it wasn’t her reasoning that surprised him. It was her mention of "my master has just passed."

Unlike him, Kou Hongying had only one master since she first entered the cultivation world—the "True Person Qin," Qin Yuling.

And Qin Yuling had once been tangled with him as well.

Back when they had explored the Yunze secret realm, she had suspected the harvest he obtained there. She had planned to deal with him once she formed her Golden Core.

Fortunately, because Shen Yunqiu interfered, the Mortal Shedding Pill Qin Yuling obtained was defective.

Though she still broke through with it, she lost part of her memory for a time.

Because of that, Wei Tu narrowly escaped disaster and gained the chance to reach where he was today.

'That’s right. Qin Yuling was older than me. When I first entered the path, she was already a Foundation Establishment True Person. Now I’m over 600 years old. How could she still be alive?' Wei Tu sighed inwardly.

With the passing of time, his old grudges against Qin Yuling had long vanished.

Now he only felt a faint lament for the death of an "old acquaintance."

After all, although she once harbored bad intentions, fate had twisted in such a way that she never truly harmed him. At most, she had left him fearful for a while when he was still just at Foundation Establishment.

And besides—

Even if she had treated him poorly, she had treated her disciple Kou Hongying with genuine care, raising her as a true inheritor.

Now that Qin Yuling had sat in death, it no longer made sense for him to hold onto old grievances.

"After this meeting, I’ll go with you to burn incense for your master," Wei Tu said after some thought.

"Thank you, Uncle Wei."

Kou Hongying smiled gently and bowed.

In the past, caught between Qin Yuling’s enmity with Wei Tu, she had felt awkward.

Now that Wei Tu had let it go, it was without a doubt a blessing for her.

Still, thinking of this, Kou Hongying couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Years ago, because of the "Twin Resonance Jade," she had thought more than once of bringing Wei Tu and Qin Yuling together, so that the two would marry and the families would unite.

But sadly, because of Qin Yuling’s greed, that dream had died before it could be born.

She thought to herself: if Master Qin Yuling and Wei Tu had truly formed a bond, perhaps today wouldn’t have ended in death. Instead, she might have reached the Nascent Soul realm just like her.

After all, with her master’s level, if she had the full support of a Nascent Soul cultivator, there was indeed a chance to break through.

"Since Junior Sister Hongying’s Mirror Water Pavilion has no problem, then my own Moon Condensation Palace will also be fine," Cao Mi said with a slight nod.

Though Moon Condensation Palace was a vast sect, the cultivators of her branch were only a handful. Among them, she only truly cared for Fairy Shuang.

Hearing this, Wei Tu secretly nodded. He was satisfied with the foresight and composure of the two women. After all, not everyone could remain so calm and orderly when facing such a crisis.

"Besides this, Uncle Wei’s side should also be looked after," Kou Hongying reminded after a pause.

When a person passes, their ties fade.

This wasn’t just a saying, but reality.

After Wei Fei’s passing, with no emotional bond to hold them, both she and Wei Tu gradually had fewer dealings with the Wei family.

Still, even if benefits could no longer be shared with Wei Fei’s descendants, in this matter of "flight for survival," it was only right that the members of the Righteous Society should bring them along.

After all, this calamity was provoked by them. It shouldn’t be allowed to sweep up the distant and estranged Wei clan.

"My second brother’s descendants?"

Hearing this, Wei Tu nodded, agreeing.

He hadn’t expected that Kou Hongying, who had been the most distant from Wei Fei, would still remember him two hundred years later and insist on protecting his descendants.

Back in the days of her Foundation Establishment, when she asked the society for help, the only one who refused was Wei Fei, clinging to his free-spirited nature.

"I’ll personally go to the Xiao Kingdom later and bring the Wei family descendants away," Wei Tu said after a moment’s thought.

A century ago, when the Righteous Society was reorganized, he had refused Kou Hongying’s proposal to include the "second generation immortals" such as Wei Xian’er and Wei Ping into the society. But benefits were one thing, lives another. He would not ignore the descendants of his second brother Wei Fei.

"Good!"

At this, Cao Mi and Kou Hongying both nodded and smiled.

At their current level, Wei Fei’s descendants could no longer "reach up" to them. But the Righteous Society could not be built only on profit. There also had to be righteousness, or it would never last long.

Taking Wei Fei’s descendants along was the society’s way of showing that spirit.

…

Half a month later.

On the outskirts of the Desolate Nether Death Sea, a streak of green light flashed across the clouds, revealing Wei Tu, along with Wei Ping and Wei Xian’er.

At this time, both Wei Ping and Wei Xian’er were Golden Core True Lords, already surpassing Wei Fei’s Foundation Establishment realm.

Of course, this wasn’t to say Wei Fei was necessarily inferior. The truth was, both Wei Xian’er and Wei Hua had relied on the help of their "Third Uncle" Wei Tu to obtain the Mortal Shedding Pills needed to form a Golden Core.

Two hundred years ago, when Wei Fei passed away, Wei Tu—just newly advanced to Nascent Soul—had promised his niece and nephew that as long as they provided the equivalent amount of spirit stones, he would help them acquire the pills.

—Mortal Shedding Pills were priceless. Poor cultivators could never dream of getting them.

Back then, Wei Tu, Qin Yuling, and Kou Hongying had only managed to obtain enough chance for Core Formation because they braved the Yunze secret realm.

Without such fortune, rogue cultivators could only rely on sheer luck, breaking through without pills, or gamble on substitutes like the Azure Flame Pill—both methods with terrifyingly high chances of failure.

Their escape light sank into the depths of the Desolate Nether Death Sea, arriving at the secret realm containing the spatial tunnels between the two cultivation worlds.

Once inside, Wei Xian’er and Wei Ping looked ahead and saw a large crowd—twenty to thirty cultivators gathered.

Among them, the only familiar faces were Kou Hongying and Wei Yan.

"Wei Yan-jie…"

Wei Xian’er greeted warmly. She had once crossed the border with Wei Yan, smuggling from Zheng Kingdom into Kang Kingdom, living in the Ying Ding Tribe for over a hundred years. Naturally, they knew each other well as sisters of the past.

"Xian’er," Wei Yan also smiled when she saw her, stepping up to return the greeting.

It was then that Wei Xian’er noticed several cultivators she didn’t recognize, all standing behind Wei Yan like her children.

Most of them were in Qi Refinement, with only two having reached Foundation Establishment.

"They must be Wei Changshou’s descendants," Wei Xian’er guessed at once.

She knew well that Wei Yan had never concerned herself with romance, devoting herself entirely to the Dao.

Smiling, she took out some spirit treasures from her pouch and handed them to the Wei juniors one by one.

Seeing this, Wei Ping followed suit, distributing some of his possessions as well.

If not for the monk, then for the Buddha.

They couldn’t repay Wei Tu for his kindness. The best they could do was to "pass it on," taking care of his descendants—the juniors in their eyes.

"Thank you, True Lords!"

Receiving the treasures, the Wei juniors beamed with joy, bowing in gratitude.

They hadn’t expected that even before the migration began, their pouches were already bulging with gifts from the elders.

Waving his hand for the Qi Refinement juniors of the Wei clan to step back, Wei Xian’er and her brother turned their eyes toward the only two Foundation Establishment cultivators among them.

Both were young men, not yet a hundred years old. Unlike Wei Tu’s plain looks, their features were handsome and bold, brimming with vigor. Anyone could tell they were elite disciples of the Wei clan.

"Junior Wei Youfeng greets the two True Lords of the Wei family."

"Junior Wei Youyu greets the two True Lords of the Wei family."

As soon as they felt Wei Xian’er and her brother’s gaze, the two young men stepped forward and saluted.

"You-generation?" Wei Xian’er raised a brow, her thoughts turning.

Even though she had been in the Xiao Kingdom for the past two hundred years, she still knew some details of the Wei clan.

Originally, the clan had always passed down in single line, descendants were few. But in Wei Changshou’s generation, this changed.

Wei Changshou had fathered seven sons and three daughters.

To ensure orderly succession, he had asked his grandfather Wei Tu to establish generational titles.

Back then, Wei Tu casually wrote down eight large characters: "Changsheng Youdao, Mingzai Qinzhuo" ("Longevity has its Way, Fate lies in Diligence and Clumsiness").

From then on, those eight words became the Wei clan’s generational sequence.

The "Chang" generation had only Wei Changshou himself.

The "Sheng" and "You" generations became the titles for his sons and grandsons.

Thus, Wei Youfeng and Wei Youyu, who now saluted her, were without doubt Wei Changshou’s grandsons.

Wei Xian’er smiled and began chatting with the two youths in the manner of a senior.

During the exchange, Wei Youfeng and Wei Youyu answered fluently, showing no trace of nervousness.

"They could rival the inner disciples of Shengya Mountain," Wei Xian’er thought, giving them very high praise.

Although Shengya Mountain’s inner disciples were far from the exalted "Dao Child" position, to most cultivators they were still unattainable heights.

The Wei clan, despite having Wei Tu as a Nascent Soul patriarch, had started late. Its training of juniors naturally couldn’t compare to established Nascent Soul families.

That they had two geniuses like Wei Youfeng and Wei Youyu, comparable to Shengya Mountain’s inner disciples, was already outstanding.

Wei Tu, who had brought the Wei siblings into the secret realm, also saw this. He nodded slightly, a trace of satisfaction on his face.

Though he didn’t truly care about the clan’s growth—his path stretched far ahead, and he could create as many clans as he wished—still, seeing such promising descendants now was enough to bring some comfort.

Now that everyone had arrived, Wei Tu wasted no more time. He handed each cultivator a "Calm Spirit Talisman," then opened the spatial tunnel.

…

Moments later.

The cultivators were transported through the tunnel, arriving at Qiyan Island of the overseas realm.

From there, Wei Tu and Cao Mi led the way toward Yunyang Island, where Five Elder Mountain was located.

But halfway along, Wei Tu suddenly flicked his sleeve, summoning the Koi Dragon Yin Blade and slashing at everyone present—except himself, Cao Mi, and Kou Hongying.

In an instant, all the cultivators grew dizzy, tumbling from the skies into the sea below.

Fortunately, Kou Hongying quickly swept out her magic to pull them back, saving the weaker ones from drowning.

"Nightmare Insect Mind Control Art!"

Wei Tu then cast another spell, summoning black beetles of mana that drilled into each cultivator’s seven orifices, burrowing into their minds.

When he finished, he gave a sharp command: "Awaken."

At once, the unconscious cultivators stirred and opened their eyes.

"Who am I? Where am I?"

Their faces were blank. They remembered nothing of why they had fainted, nor how they had come to this place.

Soon, however, familiar scenes surfaced in their minds.

These memories told them they lived on a small isle called "Cangxin Island." With the help of Patriarch Wei Tu, they had left the isle and were now traveling toward Yunyang Island, one of the three great spiritual isles of the Red Algae Sea.

Their fainting was explained as the result of being injured by the divine sense of a fourth-rank sea beast encountered along the way.

"With Fellow Daoist Wei’s Nightmare Insect Mind Control Art, even if Shuang’er and the others are captured and killed, they won’t leak a single word about the Great Cang cultivation world," Cao Mi said with a smile.

For this migration, the three Nascent Souls had agreed on this plan: Wei Tu’s Koi Dragon Yin Blade would cut away the memories of entering and leaving the tunnel, and his Nightmare Insect spell would rewrite their past.

In this way, even if the cultivators tried to betray them, there was nothing to reveal.

Of course, if one of them reached the Nascent Soul realm in the future, these erased memories would gradually resurface.

As for whether such methods violated human rights…

The three Nascent Souls didn’t care.

After all, the cultivators here were either disciples or blood kin. According to the order of the cultivation world, they had the right to control them.

More importantly, this was for their own protection.

"Just hope that when they recover these memories one day, they won’t resent us three," Kou Hongying sighed softly.

"This was something we had no choice but to do," Cao Mi said with a shake of her head. As Palace Master of Moon Condensation Palace for many years, she had always acted decisively, never with sentimental softness.