Reunion in the Immortal Capital, Farewell to the Ancient Clan

Hearing Chen Feng's words, Chen Shuangshuang immediately shook her head like a rattle drum.

She admitted that she was a martial arts prodigy.

But practicing martial arts was absolutely out of the question.

She had learned several martial arts from her mother before.

She practiced for a long time but didn't achieve anything significant.

Later, she learned martial arts from Aunt Jin Youxi, Aunt Liu Weiwei, and Uncle Zhao Bing.

Still, nothing came of it.

Anyway, she had had enough of practicing.

She had suffered all sorts of hardships from training.

She still liked that old man named Wang Hao the best.

The old man said it didn't matter whether she practiced martial arts or not.

Anyway, in the future, all those martial arts experts would be working for her family.

Chen Shuangshuang felt that old man Wang Hao was absolutely right.

It wasn't important whether she herself was a martial arts expert.

What truly mattered was whether her subordinates were martial arts experts.

She looked at Chen Feng innocently and said,

Uncle, are your martial arts skills very high?

What is your cultivation level?

Chen Feng said modestly,

Not bad!

I've just reached the Grandmaster level.

Chen Shuangshuang nodded seriously.

Reaching the Grandmaster level at your age.

That's indeed not bad, you're almost catching up to Uncle Zhao Bing.

It's just that you're too skinny. Old man Wang Hao said that scrawny guys like you are all show and no substance.

But seeing as you have good taste, why don't you come work as a security guard for my family!

I'll have my mom pay you a hundred thousand a month!

Chen Feng couldn't help but laugh.

Good heavens, I wanted to take you as my disciple.

Yet you're thinking of hiring me as a security guard.

Su Yan laughed too.

She said to Chen Feng,

Let's go inside first before we talk!

Subsequently, the supercar drove into the Su Group's premises.

With Chen Feng's strength, keeping up with a supercar was a breeze.

He consistently stayed level with Chen Shuangshuang's car window.

Seeing this, Chen Shuangshuang said in surprise,

Uncle, is this the martial art you want to teach me?

Chen Feng shook his head.

What I want to teach you is even faster than this.

At the same time.

Liu Weiwei also received the news.

When she saw the content of the message,

she simply couldn't believe her eyes.

Liu Weiwei stood up excitedly and immediately said to the people around her,

Maintain order first, and don't act rashly.

I have some business and need to make a trip to Xiandu.

Saying that, she dashed out the door impatiently.

The members of the Chosen Orphans looked at each other in dismay.

It was their first time seeing their leader in such a rush.

Meanwhile, Zhao Bing, who was recovering from his injuries, also suddenly heard a message notification from his phone.

He picked it up to look, and subconsciously sat up straight.

Dugu Sword Demon said angrily,

What are you doing, kid!

Do you want to reset those freshly set bones all over again?

Wei Guangming, who was beside them, also said,

The Blood and Bone Regeneration Pill needs twenty-four hours to heal your injuries.

It's best if you don't move around right now!

Zhao Bing looked at Dugu Sword Demon and Wang Zun, who were wrapped up like rice dumplings.

On his usually ice-cold face, a rare expression of pleasant surprise appeared.

My master is still alive!

There is hope for my way of the sword again!

Master?

Dugu Sword Demon and Wang Zun looked at each other in confusion.

They thought to themselves, wasn't Zhao Bing's master Chen Feng?

Wei Guangming also asked in confusion,

You said your master is still alive?

Are you saying Chen Feng is still alive?

Zhao Bing nodded.

All three of them were shocked.

Whenever he thought of Chen Feng, Wei Guangming's feelings were extremely complicated.

Back then, it was Chen Feng who had crippled his martial arts.

Only then did he receive the ancestor's guidance.

He finally untied the knot in his heart.

From then on, his cultivation speed advanced by leaps and bounds.

But compared to Chen Feng, there was still a considerable gap.

When Chen Feng was only at the Master level, he could kill Grandmasters above his level.

He could even fight against Martial Venerables.

Wei Guangming was now already at the peak Grandmaster cultivation level.

He secretly guessed in his heart that if Chen Feng was not dead,

how strong would he be now.

How big would the gap between them be?

Dugu Sword Demon also couldn't help but ask,

Are you saying someone saw that Chen Feng is still alive?

Zhao Bing nodded and said,

My master is currently in Xiandu, together with my master's wife.

Dugu Sword Demon found it somewhat unbelievable.

Back then, he had watched with his own eyes as the Ancient Clan's three hundred and eighty-two Martial Saints walked out of the Kunlun Mountains.

He had also heard with his own ears when they said Chen Feng was beaten into the White Tiger Abyss.

Now, they were actually saying that Chen Feng didn't die.

Dugu Sword Demon really couldn't figure it out.

How did Chen Feng survive at the hands of three hundred Martial Saints.

Wang Zun said indifferently,

Since this kid isn't dead, with his monstrous talent,

Great Xia has a promising future!

...

Shengdu.

All the members of the Ancient Clan were gathered together.

Not long ago, they had just held a funeral for an elder of the clan.

Today, two more clan elders had died.

And they died in battle.

This made everyone reveal a look of resentment.

Gu Yang blamed himself, saying,

If I had brought a few more Martial Saints at that time.

Perhaps this kind of thing wouldn't have happened.

Gu Chen consoled him,

It's not your fault. No one expected it.

There are only so few Martial Saints in the outside world, yet someone actually managed to practice Tai Chi to the state of unity between heaven and man.

Moreover, it's best not to let the other clan members get involved in the matter of sacrificing to the Flood Dragon.

After a long time, Gu Yang looked at the people in front of him and said,

Has everyone not arrived yet?

How many are still missing?

A clan elder looked at the clan members in the square and sighed.

There are still two hundred and thirty-two people absent, all of them youngsters.

One hundred and six of them cannot be contacted.

Another fifteen said they are unwell and are recuperating.

Another thirty-nine sneaked off to Xiandu to play and are on their way back.

The rest are also returning from various places.

Gu Yang's face looked ugly.

Hearing about these good-for-nothing juniors sneaking out to play,

his heart felt even worse than when the two clan members died.

He once again remembered Feng Tengyun's words from that day.

He remembered seeing Gu Changqing, whose body had been hollowed out by women, with his own eyes at the Martial Arts Guild headquarters.

At this moment, he somewhat understood.

The Ancient Clan's true crisis was not the Flood Dragon that devoured children.

It wasn't those two fleeing Martial Saints.

Nor was it those people hiding in the dark.

The true crisis of the Ancient Clan was the Ancient Clan itself.

If the younger generation of the Ancient Clan continued like this, they would all be ruined.

Without needing any enemies,

the Ancient Clan would decline on its own until it perished.

He angrily addressed all the Ancient Clan members:

The older generation of clansmen died in battle outside, while these younger juniors are still indulging in pleasure.

Anyone who is late will be dealt with according to the clan rules.

Gu Yang's words immediately prompted several elders who doted on their juniors to plead for mercy.

Patriarch, the child is still young and ignorant. I will definitely scold him when he comes back!

My grandson was led astray by those outsiders. We should punish those outsiders.

Those outsiders are truly damnably hateful. A bunch of them hooked up with my daughter and knocked her up, and even today we still haven't found out whose child it is.

My great-great-grandson is truly sick. He crashed a plane into a building a few days ago. I beg the Patriarch to bestow upon me a Vermilion Fruit.

...

It would have been better if these people hadn't pleaded.

The more they pleaded, the angrier Gu Yang became.

For the first time, he lost his temper in front of the entire clan.

Looking at the over two thousand people across the entire square,

Gu Yang circulated his vitality and blood, roaring angrily:

What exactly is the younger generation of the Ancient Clan doing? Can you really not see it?

Can you really not feel the predicament the Ancient Clan is currently in?

In the past, we were forced to be imprisoned within the Kunlun Mountains!

"After we came out, we ended up trapping ourselves within this city."

"Our Ancient Clan has always believed that outsiders are greedy, hypocritical, foolish, and evil."

"Yet the younger generation of our own clan is out here raping and pillaging in the cities of these outsiders!"

Overcome with emotion, Gu Yang's eyes turned bloodshot, and he suddenly coughed up a massive mouthful of blood.

The people around him hurriedly stepped forward to support him.

"Gu Yang, don't get so worked up!"

"Why didn't you eat a Crimson Fruit to heal your injuries!"

"Patriarch, please calm down!"

...

Gu Yang angrily pushed them away.

Pointing at the corpse of a clansman with a gaping hole in his abdomen, he looked at the clan members gathered in the plaza and cried out in grief and indignation:

"He wasn't directly killed by the enemy."

"He died because he refused to consume a Crimson Fruit."

"He wanted to save the Crimson Fruit for the next generation of our Ancient Clan!"

"But how many of our next generation ever thought of saving a Crimson Fruit for him?!"

"We came out here carrying over five hundred Crimson Fruits, accumulated over several generations!"

"Tell me! How many are left now?!"

"Tell me!"