Holy Capital.
Gu Biao waited all night.
Seeing that it was already the next morning and arrangements for the Ancient Clan Tournament had begun, there was still no news of his two sons.
He made several phone calls, but none went through.
A bad premonition inevitably rose in his heart.
He immediately found a junior of the Ancient Clan and asked:
"I heard you often sneak out to play. Tell me, what kind of place is the Immortal Capital?"
"What is the attitude of that Martial Saint surnamed Su in the Immortal Capital towards the Ancient Clan?"
The junior glanced around, and seeing that there was no one else, he put on a sleazy smile and said to Gu Biao:
"Old man, let me tell you, that place is a paradise!"
"As long as you declare your identity when you go there, you can enjoy many free services."
"Whether it's local girls or foreign beauties, black or white, every trick in the book, they have it all."
"Everyone treats you like an ancestor. I guarantee you won't want to come back once you go."
The young man even had a nostalgic look on his face as he spoke.
Gu Biao's eyelids twitched violently.
If the kid in front of him wasn't someone else's descendant, he would have slapped him across the face a few times.
That sleazy look was infuriating to look at.
Gu Biao returned home and said to his wife:
"I need to personally take a trip to the Immortal Capital to find those unfilial sons."
"If I don't come back today, report this matter to Gu Yang."
Qianqian's grandmother, Gu Xiuqin, frowned slightly.
"Are you saying the Immortal Capital is dangerous and those worthless kids had an accident there?"
Gu Biao shook his head and said:
"Not necessarily."
"I just don't want to blow things out of proportion, otherwise our family will lose all face."
What Gu Biao feared the most was a large group of Ancient Clan members storming over, only to see his own descendants drinking and womanizing.
If that happened, he would completely become a laughingstock in the Ancient Clan.
He already had a traitorous granddaughter, Gu Qianqian.
He really didn't want to lose face again.
...
The first day of the Ancient Clan Tournament.
Many martial arts geniuses rushed over from all over the world.
The entire Holy Capital was already becoming overcrowded.
However, the public order was quite good.
With over three hundred Martial Saints keeping watch in the Holy Capital, almost no one dared to cause trouble there.
Of course, there were some exceptions.
That was the young people of the Ancient Clan, who completely disregarded these matters.
If they found someone displeasing to the eye, they would teach them the rules right on the spot.
At this time, Qianqian had already arrived in the Holy Capital with the Spirit Crane.
The Spirit Crane advised:
"Qianqian, it's best if you don't take risks."
"If the over three hundred Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan attack together, I will only be able to run for my life."
"Moreover, I can feel that there is another extremely powerful martial arts master in the Holy Capital."
Qianqian and the Spirit Crane stood at the top of a building.
Through the sound waves transmitted by the noisy clamor of the Holy Capital, she saw this prosperous capital of Great Xia.
She also sensed the tallest building in Great Xia in the distance, the Wei Group Center Tower.
Inside were all her clansmen.
Qianqian stood quietly, sifting through the chaotic sound waves.
A full three hours passed.
She finally found the figure she wanted to see from the sound waves.
"Grandma!"
A middle-aged woman with a head of beautiful hair was currently gently and lovingly stroking an ancient seven-stringed zither.
Qianqian recognized at a glance that this was what her grandmother looked like in her youth.
Calculating the time, it was indeed the period for her grandmother to regain her youth.
Qianqian looked at the person closest to her, aside from Qilin and her master.
A deep sense of longing welled up in her heart.
"It's been over nine years. I wonder if Grandma has missed me."
The Spirit Crane voiced its opinion from the side.
"If the Ancient Clan really cared about you, logically speaking, they would have definitely sent someone to find you during these nine years."
Qianqian knew that the Spirit Crane wasn't trying to sow discord.
It was just stating its own view.
This was the biggest difference between spirit beasts and humans.
Spirit beasts might feint during battle or hunting, but they would absolutely never lie when communicating with friends.
They would speak the thoughts they felt, no matter how cold those thoughts might be.
Right at this moment.
The Spirit Crane suddenly said:
"Qianqian, be careful!"
"That powerful human master is coming."
In Qianqian's perception, a figure suddenly appeared in the air.
The next moment, he appeared dozens of meters away.
Wei Qianqiu arrived, walking through the air.
He looked curiously at Qianqian and the Spirit Crane in front of him.
"I've lived for so long, and this is my first time seeing a spirit beast with my own eyes."
Qianqian also looked at Wei Qianqiu curiously.
"In all my years growing up, this is also my first time seeing a person's soul as a mass of gray chaos."
At the same time.
From the Wei Center Tower, bursts of sky-piercing vital blood energy erupted.
One Martial Saint after another rushed out of their rooms.
Gu Yang hurriedly asked:
"What is that Half-step Martial God doing right now?"
"We don't know either. We just saw him suddenly leave that small courtyard."
"He seems to be confronting someone."
"It looks like the Spirit Crane, and a woman!"
...
The hundreds of Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan, due to Wei Qianqiu's sudden movement, all nervously came to the rooftop of the building, looking at the high sky in the distance.
They were terrified that this Half-step Martial God would suddenly attack.
However, very quickly, an expert with exceptional eyesight said in shock:
"It is indeed the Spirit Crane, and that woman should be Qianqian!"
Hearing that Qianqian had appeared, everyone in the Ancient Clan was somewhat surprised.
For the first time in over nine years, they heard this name again.
The Qilin Girl, the only one in the Ancient Clan to have received the Qilin's acknowledgment.
At this time, Wei Qianqiu said to the Spirit Crane:
"I have some questions I really want to ask you."
The Spirit Crane did not answer, but instead looked at Qianqian.
Qianqian said:
"He is not a bad person."
Only then did the Spirit Crane say:
"What are your questions?"
Wei Qianqiu looked up at the sky, feeling an inexplicable attraction.
"What exactly is in the Kunlun Mountains that keeps absorbing the vital blood energy from the outside world?"
"I am very curious and want to go take a look, but I sense an unprecedented danger."
The Spirit Crane knew what Wei Qianqiu was talking about.
It said without any concealment:
"What you are sensing is the Kunlun Blood Sacrifice. Aside from spirit beasts, this is the first time a human has been able to sense it."
"The dragon veins nurturing a dragon and the opening of Kunlun's mountains are only the first step."
"As long as there is a continuous supply of vital blood energy from the outside world, the Kunlun restrictions will be further unlocked."
"The Black Tortoise once said that when the restrictions of the Kunlun Forbidden Land are completely unlocked, that will be the Opening of Kunlun's Heavens."
"However, that is a rather lengthy process, and the required vital blood energy is immeasurable."
"I am not clear on the specific situation either. I'm afraid that right now, only the ancestral teachings of the Ancient Clan have records of this."
Wei Qianqiu had not expected that the opening of Kunlun's mountains was actually just the beginning.
Right at this moment, a Martial Saint rushed over from the Ancient Clan's side.
It was exactly Qianqian's grandmother, Gu Xiuqin.
"Qianqian!"
She looked at her pitiful granddaughter, tears welling up in her eyes.
Gu Xiuqin knew that her granddaughter had a very good relationship with the Qilin.
The Qilin's death must have made her granddaughter very disappointed in the Ancient Clan.
"Qianqian, come back with Grandma."
"Grandma will definitely protect you well this time."

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