Sutton Clan, Clan Head’s main courtyard.
After hearing Stuart Situ’s report, Teagan Situ approvingly patted his shoulder and said, “Stuart, you did great this time. Once this is over, I’ll arrange for you to take charge of some family industries!”
“Thank you, Father!”
Stuart Situ was overjoyed.
This was a huge deal. Even as clan head, Teagan Situ couldn’t decide alone; he needed to consult the higher-ups and ideally have the clan’s pillar, Situ Overlord, who was at the fourteenth layer of Ancestral Immortal, take action.
As long as the Sutton Clan got the divine artifact, their power would skyrocket.
But according to Stuart, his five senior brothers and sisters also knew about this, so they had to find Ian Song as fast as possible.
Leaving the Sutton Clan aside, the scene shifts to the Gongsun Clan.
Just like Stuart, after parting with Ian Song in Greenvine City, Miles Gongsun rushed back to the Gongsun Clan and reported the news to his eldest uncle, who was the clan head.
Right afterward, Thomas Zheng, Henry Wang, and Jenny Gu all reported that Ian Song had obtained a divine artifact to their own factions.
These five factions moved fast.
Less than half an hour after hearing the news, they sent almost all their Ancestral Immortals out to hunt for Ian Song.
At this moment—
In a city somewhere in the Barbarian Wastes, Ian Song was lounging at a tavern, drinking with ease.
Those Ancestral Immortals had wised up.
Instead of chasing blindly after him, they spread out to search the Purple Dragon Immortal Domain, Jasper Splendor Cave-Heaven, Golden Lily Blessed Land, and the Barbarian Wastes.
So if he tried to trigger another heavenly vision, in just a few breaths Ancestral Immortals would show up.
And even more Ancestral Immortals kept joining the hunt.
“Damn it! It’s just a divine artifact, do they really have to make such a big deal?”
Ian Song was speechless—for now, he didn’t dare take out the Crimson Haze Divine Sword.
Just like that, half a month flew by.
Ian Song noticed that people were actively searching for him.
He guessed that someone must have leaked the news about him getting the divine artifact.
And the only ones who could leak it were his senior brothers and sisters.
He had no way of knowing whether all of them leaked it, or just a few.
This made him pretty anxious—after all, his wives were still in Snowgoose City.
If they couldn’t find him, those Ancestral Immortals might head to Snowgoose City instead.
He could only hope his two masters would step up.
As for whether his two masters would try to snatch his divine artifact, he wasn’t worried about that.
He figured they weren’t that kind of people. With god-level cultivation methods in hand, they’d reach the fifteenth layer of Ancestral Immortal sooner or later—even without a divine artifact, they could still dominate the Immortal World.
Another month flashed by.
Instead of shrinking, the number of Ancestral Immortals hunting him kept growing. Now the news that he’d gotten the divine artifact was completely out, and even his identity had been exposed.
With no sign of him, some Ancestral Immortals started teaming up and heading for Snowgoose City.
Inside Whitewater Courtyard.
Ancestor Cyrus, Ancestor Martin, and Ancestor Jue Mo all wore worried faces. In just a few days, over a hundred Ancestral Immortals had arrived in Snowgoose City, and they’d managed to invite only a dozen or so to help.
But they could already tell—if the other Ancestral Immortals couldn’t find Ian Song, even more would keep coming to Snowgoose City.
Ian Song’s wives were all living in Greenmount Courtyard.
If those Ancestral Immortals stopped caring about shame and tried to use Ian Song’s wives as hostages, just a dozen defenders might not be enough.
“Hmph, those brats! If this old ancestor ever sees them again, I’ll skin them alive!”
Ancestor Cyrus cursed. They’d already found out that the news about Ian Song and the divine artifact had been leaked by the Sutton Clan, Gongsun Clan, Zheng Clan, Wang Clan, and Gu Clan.
Kathy Wenren was the only one who didn’t betray Ian Song.
The Wenren Clan was furious about this—even sending Ancestral Immortals to scold her. If Ancestor Cyrus hadn’t protected her, they would’ve dragged her back for punishment.
Another month slipped by.
The number of Ancestral Immortals in Snowgoose City topped three hundred.
Just yesterday, two Ancestral Immortals skilled in stealth snuck into Greenmount Courtyard, but Ancestor Martin drove them out.
To prevent that from happening again—
Ancestor Martin took Ian Song’s wives and moved them into Whitewater Courtyard, since Ancestor Cyrus’s grand formation made it nearly impossible for ordinary Ancestral Immortals to get in.
At a tavern in Snowgoose City—
Ian Song, disguised as an elderly Golden Immortal, drank while listening to the gossip all around him.
When he heard that Ancestral Immortals had forced their way into Greenmount Courtyard, his expression changed slightly.
Luckily, his masters were reliable and drove off the intruders.
But this time it was only two—what about next time?
Would there be three? Or even more?
Thinking about it made him furious. It seemed these Ancestral Immortals would do anything for a divine artifact—even throw away their dignity.
“But if you think you can threaten me with my wives, you’re dreaming!”
With that thought—
He checked into an inn, then entered the Divine Temple and ordered it to teleport to Ancestor Cyrus’s residence. As for why he didn’t go straight to Whitewater Courtyard: the Ancestral Immortals who knew about his connection with Ancestor Cyrus were already watching Whitewater Courtyard closely. Anyone entering at this point would be spotted.
But the Divine Temple could slip silently into Whitewater Courtyard, and the grand formation inside and out blocked all Ancestral Immortal probing.
“Who goes there?”
Ancestor Cyrus, Ancestor Martin, and Ancestor Jue Mo, who were discussing countermeasures, all jumped in surprise.
The next moment, Ian Song stepped out of the void. “Masters, Martial Uncle—it’s me!”
“How did you get in here?”
Ancestor Cyrus looked astonished. He’d personally upgraded Whitewater Courtyard’s grand formation—now even a tenth-layer Ancestral Immortal couldn’t break in easily.
“I have a divine artifact that can travel through time and space!”
Ian Song explained.
“Is that the divine artifact you just acquired?”
Ancestor Cyrus asked.
“No,” Ian Song shook his head. “That one’s a divine sword.”
“So you have two divine artifacts?”
The three Ancestors were left speechless.
Ian Song didn’t deny it—he nodded and admitted it was true.
After a while, Ancestor Martin said, “So what’s your plan now? The news about you getting a divine artifact is everywhere. If you show up, you’ll be mobbed!”
Suddenly, Ian Song turned to Ancestor Jue Mo. “Martial Uncle Grimm, I’ve got a pretty low-tier divine armor here. Would you be interested?”
Earlier, in the Gods’ Tomb World, he’d taken two divine corpses—one of which wore a low-grade divine armor. The armor had lost its divine power, but Ancestor Grimm was a master artifact refiner; maybe he could fix it up for use.
“What? There’s more?”
The three Ancestors were stunned all over again.
Ian Song took out the armor. Its divine crystals were depleted, so it couldn’t change size, but the materials came from the God Realm—almost impossible to get in the Immortal World.
“This divine armor is pretty rough, and it needs divine crystals to work!”
Ancestor Grimm really was a master artifact smith—he spotted the armor’s flaws at a glance.
“Can you modify the armor, Martial Uncle Grimm?” Ian Song asked.
“I can!”
Ancestor Grimm nodded. “With these materials, I could make ten sets of demi-divine armor!”