Immortal Journey of the Wu Clan's Twin Dragons

Chapter 1- The Favoritism Of A Father

"I'M BACK!!"

The sound of the Wu Clan's Ancestral building door being pushed open could be heard along with a loud shout that blasted throughout its main hall.

The voice echoed on the mountain peak where the building was situated and then drifted downwards until it reached the other buildings that were at the foot of the mountain.

All the servants and elders on the Ancestral Mountain turned their heads towards the deafening sound with surprise. Several loud crashes even sounded echoed from there.

Several of the servants had been so shocked that the plates they were carrying fell to the floor.

"Yo-Young Master Longwei, please don't do that again!"

One of the two guards at the entrance of the main hall spoke with a slight tremble in his voice, while the other looked towards the sky with a pale face.

Both guards were sweating buckets in fear and panic.

Not because the volume of the voice had scared them, but because this mountain was considered to be sacred grounds in the Wu Clan. Only the senior-most elders of the Clan can reside on this mountain peak and each one of them had a high cultivation base.

If it was some other random clan member that had shouted like that here, the guards would have beaten them to a pulp right then and there so as not to be implicated if an old monster came out displeased.

But since it was their Young Master of the clan, the two guards feared that that old monster who had his meditation interrupted would appear from the sky and slap them to death in irritation instead.

Some of the senior elders in the clan had eccentric personalities, they wouldn't even bat an eye if they disabled two guards at the Foundation Realm.

Even with the rules being strict about killing between clan members, comparing the value of two guards that were merely at the Foundation Building stage to an elder was comparing a common rock to Celestial metal.

And with the Wu Clan being so big, thousands of candidates could replace them. After all, this was the Wu Continent, and judging by its name anyone could immediately tell that the Wu Clan was the only voice of the continent.

Numerous other sects and clans were on the Continent, but they couldn’t be compared with the Wu Clan. For a sect or clan to have the right to challenge them for the Continents ruler, they would have to produce a mythical Saint Realm cultivation.

Going by the cultivation system on the Wu Continent, they were separated into the Qi Gathering realm, the Foundation Building realm, the Core Formation realm, and the Nascent Soul realm.

Each realm has there own sub-classes.

What came after the Nascent realm was a realm hardly few could reach, the Sage Realm. In that realm, one could be considered a continent powerhouse.

As for the realm requirement mentioned, the Saint Realm, that was a realm only true old monsters could attain. They were planetary-level existence and were beings revered as well feared by all.

The majority of those sects and clans would at most have one or two Nascent Realm experts, while despite being rare, a few were said to possess a Sage Realm expert in the shadows.

But even though the Wu Clan can be considered the top power on this continent, there are other continents with powers that wouldn't lose out in strength with them.

At the entrance of the Ancestral building's main hall, a rather handsome youth who appears to be around fourteen or fifteen was standing between the two shaking guards, a dark look covering his handsome features.

With a sword strapped to his side in a blue scabbard, he stood there looking heroic while wearing a black cultivator's robe lined with golden embroidery on the sleeves and collar. His smooth untied jet-black hair was draped past his shoulders hiding a portion of the 'Wu' character that was stitched onto the back with red threading.

The youth strode past the tall golden doors at the entrance and entered the large hall lined with jade-green floor tiles.

He looked at the empty main hall and the pillars inside which had carvings of auspicious beasts that, to the youth, looked like they were laughing at him.

”No decorations. Not even a welcome-back sign. It seems I got my hopes up for nothing.”

While mumbling under his breath, the youth walked towards the steps that led to a majestic throne at the end of the hall.

Sitting on said throne was a man who looked to be in his late 30s who had similar features as the youth.

On the man’s right was an old man in worn-out gray robes. He was standing with his back slightly hunched.

The both of them had turned their heads to the entrance when they heard the youth’s shout.

The man sitting on the throne had a warm smile on his face, but the old man had a deep frown on his. The volume of the shout had interrupted the conversation the both of them were having.

"Wei'er be mindful and stop causing a ruckus."

The man sitting on the throne said with the smile never leaving his face.

The old man however snorted, and with a heavier reprimanding tone said harshly.

"You little brat, where are your manners and etiquette? If you act like this in front of people outside of the clan they'll start saying our Wu Clan is raising a bunch of loudmouths!"

He seemed like someone who was a stickler for the potential bad image someone of the youth's status could bring to the clan.

At this time, Longwei had stopped at the bottom of the steps leading to the throne. After mumbling some incoherent words under his breath again, he wore a respectful smile while he cupped his fist and greeted.

"Greetings father and Grand uncle!".

Seeing the smile on his grand nephew’s face, the Grand Elder snorted again before turning his head away.

The man on the throne’s smile turned slightly awkward after hearing the Grand Elder's words. He coughed a little before speaking again.

"Wei'er, it's good that you're back. You can report to me about the tournament later, your grand uncle and I are discussing clan matters."

Longwei nodded his head in reply before cupping his fist and turning to leave.

After watching him leave, the Grand Elder suddenly spoke with praise in his voice.

"He was only at the 9th level of the Qi Gathering stage when he left four months ago, but that little brat has already formed Spiritual Strength and entered the Foundation Building realm. He's even built three Qi pillars and reached the peak of the early stage. Now he's only a step away from the mid-stage.

"It would have taken someone else at least a year and a half to reach that cultivation level from the 9th level of the Qi Gathering realm, but he did it in four months"

The Patriarch of the Wu Clan nodded his head at the Grand Elder's words.

"Since Wei'er was born with the Dao Physique, his cultivation has no bottlenecks until he reaches the Nascent Soul Realm. And even then, his cultivation will move faster than other prodigies in his generation. If I wasn't worried about him having an unstable foundation and advise him to suppress his cultivation at each breakthrough, he would have probably reached the Core Formation Realm already."

With the prideful look on the Patriarch's face, one could tell he was proud of his son's accomplishments.

The Grand Elder looked deeply at the Patriarch before casually saying.

"The only person who can compete with him is probably that other son of yours."

Hearing the Grand Elder's words, the proud look on the Patriarch's face faltered a little.

Clearing his throat, the Patriarch acted like he didn’t hear his words. He instead stared at the space that was a couple of steps away from where his son was standing and with his face suddenly turning serious, he spoke in a solemn tone.

"Elder Sun, were there any problems during the journey to the Central Continent?"

After the Patriarch asked that question, the space where he was looking started to ripple akin to when someone throws a large stone into a calm lake. As the ripples increased, a middle-aged man wearing blue robes stepped out of the void.