The negative effects of the Ancestral Spring made him hesitate before, but the consequence is well worth it considering his current circumstance. By becoming a rank 9 dustborn, he can refine the rank 8 Yellow Dream Spider as well as the other rank 9 dust.
This gain alone outweigh the cost.
More importantly, by awakening his spirituality, he can feed the Red Lotus dust, with this, he can slowly accumulate his wealth as soon as possible!
Of course, this was not the only reason. But in order to maximized his gain, risk is inevitable.
If he takes too long, by the time he became a rank 9 dustborn, wouldn't the Rejuvenating Red Lotus dust died by then?
At the same time, he thought of the Roundtable hold as he headed toward the top of the mountain. This was the first time he had return in awhile.
"If I can reach rank 9 dustborn, then I can stir the white castle even more… With the help of Ms. Autumn and March, I will be able to eliminate this latent problem sooner or later."
In the Everwood Mountain range, there were three prominent clans who each occupied their own region. These three clans were the Bai, Ding, and Yin clans. Their regions were unique from one another, carrying the names of their ancestral legacy.
"I heard the Bai River and Ding Valley is also undergoing the annual coming of age rites today, the same date as the Yin Mountain!" One of the elderly voices rose above the crowd, thick with unease.
"This is an ominous sign!" Someone muttered, clutching their robes tighter as if to ward off a chill.
The base of the Yin Mountain was crowded, the merchants was shouting more fervently than the night before. It was like rising tide before the crashing wave.
Even the caravan, which arrived from beyond the Everwood Mountain, can feel the rising tension at the mention of the other two clans.
"The upcoming competition between the three clans is going to be fierce!" Someone barked. "So what? Our Yin Clan has Yin San, the genius of this younger generation!"
The moment Yin San named was brought up, another hushed voice followed.
"Did you forget?" Another whispered, "The so-called genius Yin San is now just a ghost of the Yin Clan. He's no better than a fool now!"
"Hmph. I have a feeling his younger brother will be the one to shine this year during the awakening rites," An older woman chimed in, tone half-skeptical, half-hopeful.
As Yin San arrived at the entrance of the Yin Clan's mountain residence, the buzz of whispers turned into a festival behind him, like leaves rustling in a cold storm. He paid them no mind and continued walking toward Yin Bei's courtyard.
"Who let you in here?" One of the servants barked, stepping forward just as Yin San raised his foot to cross the threshold.
Yin San slowly lifted his eyes to look at him.
Perhaps it was due to the residue influence of the crimson fog, or the slaughter of his previous life, they came together to congealed a deep killing aura which made the servant instantly step back.
"A lowly servant dares to speak so boldly before a member of the Yin clan?" He sneered, followed by a low snort. With a swift movement, he walked forward, standing just an inch away from the servant's face.
The servant, a middle-aged man with long black hair, faltered. Seeing Yin San's sudden movement and the oppressive aura that clung to him like blood-soaked robes, he took another step back, though his voice still held a trace of arrogance..
"This is master Yin Bei's courtyard, without his permission, even you cannot enter, 'Young Master' Yin San!"
Yin San's lips curled into a smile, sharp and cruel. His eyes shimmered, swirling into pools of bottomless black, as the surrounding air grew colder.
"Even if your master were standing here now, he'd have no right to ridicule me!" He exclaimed, raising his hand to snatch the man's face.
Bang!
The man was thrown back, crashing against a wooden post. Yin San's voice followed him like a curse.
"A worthless servant, serving an equally worthless master."
The servant, once bold, was now trembling. Just as he opened his mouth to protest, a voice rang out behind him.
"Nephew Yin San, your words are harsh… Alas." Yin Bei's voice carried through the courtyard like falling snow, soft yet cold.
He sighed, then cast a glance at the servant, who immediately dropped to his knees.
"M-Master Yin Bei, this lowly servant begs your pardon!" the man stammered, forehead pressing to the cold stone.
"Useless." Yin Bei snorted, not sparing him another look. He turned instead to Yin San, whose eyes still glimmered like coals smothered under ash. His gaze indifferent and cold. It was like a manifestation of autumn wind.
Seeing this gaze from a young child whose height barely reach his shoulder alarmed him.
"This child is too dangerous to be left alive!" He thought in his heart. The killing intent which was hidden deep started to rise, but he didn't dare letting it out at this moment.
"There will be an opportunity in the future… A child is still a child, how much experience can he possibly have?"
Yin San could more or less guess the man's thought. He took the initiative to speak frankly.
"I'm sure 'Elder' Mo Wei has delivered my words."
Yin Bei frowned, then looked at the young child in front of him once more in apprehension," What you want is not possible, how could I possibly have five-hundred low grade dust stone?"
He shook his head, followed by another helpless sigh," Yin San, I have nurtured you since you were a child, why must you be so cold toward your family?"
Family? What a joke! In my first life, didn't I 'die' by your hand? All for the sake of a mere rank 8 inheritance from my parent!
Yin San eyes grew colder and desolate, followed by a disdained snort," Forget it, since you don't have enough dust stone, consider this matter as though it never happened!"
If it was before he obtained the Rank 5 inheritance of Tian Long, he would have acted more low-profile and schemed patiently while pretending to be a fool.
But with the backing of his rank 5 inheritance, given enough time, he could easily crush his enemy. Even without this, he was an experienced transmigrator, a demon with three hundred years of slaughter.
Let alone Yin Bei, even the Yin Clan is not worthy to be my enemy!
This is the confidence of a great demon. The confidence formed from hundreds of years of experience as well as two lifetime.
After saying this, he left without leaving behind any pleasantries, treating Yin Bei as though he was a passerby.
Seeing this cold attitude as well as disregarding for his status, Yin Bei frowned. The arrogance displayed by the child made his fist trembled.
"Arrogant! But I have a feeling this child is not going to make it easy for me, I must stop him as soon as possible!" He murmured, the coming of age rites is around the corner. At this moment, the clan guard was on high alert.
"It must be during the three clan competition, only during the competition of hunting transient monster will there be an opportunity to take action!"
After Yin San left Yin Bei's courtyard, he headed through the complex maze that is the Yin Clan's road and entered the area of the ancestral spring entrance.
This entrance was wide enough for two people. As he come closer, there was dozen of guards near the entrance. These guards were clearly dustborn, not ordinary people.
They watched as a young figure slowly approached. Their eyes were glued on the figure's waist, it was a badge with the 'Yin' word engraved on it. Seeing this, the guard on their eyes lowered slightly.
Yin San didn't paid them any mind as he walked passed them.
Inside was a narrow tunnel, at the end was a door of light. He knew the source of the light came from the water of the ancestral spring, or rather, what these clansman worshiped as the "Ancestral Spring".
"It's Yin San, he's here!" One of the younger teenager exclaimed.
Yin San appearance stirred the crowd of young children who were participating in the baptism of the ancestral spring. After all, his reputation was too dazzling.
As he walk, his white hair flow gracefully, its movement forming waves, resembling the motion of the ancestral spring. For a moment, the image of the young Yin San overlap with the white spring.
Among the younger generation, Yin San once held the highest status and reputation in the Yin mountain.
His famed poetry, as well as wisdom roamed across the Everwood Mountain, even those of the younger generation from the Bai River and Ding Valley clan heard his name.