He Yiming's expression changed slightly. He had used the glaive's gleam many times during his cultivation, so he knew the power of this gleam very well.
Moreover, he treated this gleam as his final trump card, just like Lu Xinwen's overlaying technique. It was his final life-saving measure.
However, after the gleam landed on Lu Xinwen's body, he escaped as if nothing had happened. He Yiming could not understand this at all.
He changed his mind and immediately said, "Uncle, I'll be right back."
With that, he moved and disappeared in an instant. Although he was holding a glaive, it was as light as a feather in his hand. It was not cumbersome at all.
After the two innate masters left, there was a deathly silence, then there was a sudden change in both sides.
The servants and diners of the Fan clan behind Yuan Zewei suddenly shouted and scattered like birds and beasts. Only a few people were left, and they looked at Yuan Zewei with pale faces. They had all followed Yuan Zewei here, and were not part of the Fan clan. Even though they knew that the Fan clan only existed in name now, and that they would never have the chance to enter the Yuan clan, they still didn't know what to do. At this time, they were still unwilling to abandon Yuan Zewei and escape.
However, Yuan Zewei had lost his will to fight. The muscles on his face trembled a few times, and he finally sighed.
With this long sigh, he seemed to have been completely freed. His body slowly fell to the ground, and there was no longer any vitality in his eyes.
In order to become the head of the Yuan family, he had fought for his entire life by hook or by crook. Just as he was about to succeed, he realized that his dream had been completely shattered.
The old man could not take such a heavy blow and finally committed suicide.
Yuan Zeyu's eyes were also blank. He took a few steps forward and came to the side of Yuan Zewei's corpse. He gently squatted down and slowly closed his eyes.
Yuan Zhencheng took a step forward and seemed to want to say something. However, he hesitated and chose to remain silent in the end. However, from the hatred in his eyes towards Yuan Zewei, it could be seen that he didn't have the slightest bit of sympathy for his dead uncle.
Yuan Zeyu stood up and said slowly, "Sincerity, go to the county city and bring back all of my elder brother's descendants."
Yuan Zhencheng was taken aback and hurriedly said, "Father …"
Yuan Zeyu waved his hand and said, "Say no more. I have already decided. The shops in the city can be handed over to you to manage, but the land and courtyard under the name of the first branch will be returned to them."
The old man's words were resolute and decisive, leaving no room for negotiation.
Although Yuan Zhencheng was unwilling, he didn't dare to go against the old man's stubbornness. He could only sigh and agree.
Yuan Zeyu turned around, cupped his fists at He Quanxin, and said, "Nephew Quanxin, it's all thanks to your He Clan that my Yuan Clan can survive today. I thank you … "
He bent his knees and was about to kowtow.
He Quanxin's expression changed greatly. He hurriedly took a step forward and quickly caught him before he knelt down.
Yuan Zeyu struggled, but He Quanxin's arm was as steady as a rock and didn't budge at all.
He Quanxin said seriously, "Uncle Quan, you have been friends with my father for decades. If I accept your kowtow, how will I explain it to my father when I return?"
Yuan Zeyu sighed deeply and stood up. He suddenly said, "Nephew, I have something that I want you to bear witness to."
He Quanxin hurriedly said, "If uncle has something to say, I will naturally help."
Yuan Zeyu pointed at Yuan Zewei's corpse and said, "As the saying goes, a person's death is like an extinguished lamp. No matter what he did in life, since he is already dead, it's all written off."
He Quanxin hesitated and said, "Uncle is right."
"Alright, since you agree, then please bear witness. I will return the descendants of Big Brother to the Yuan Clan, and return their lands and houses," Yuan Zeyu said seriously. Yuan Zeyu said seriously, "I would like to ask you to bear witness to this matter. If someone covets their land and wealth in the future, I would like you to uphold justice for them."
He Quanxin's gaze landed on Yuan Zhencheng's face, but his eyes were troubled.
Yuan Zhencheng's expression was ashen. He said, "Father, what do you mean?"
"You should know what I mean." Yuan Zeyu sighed softly and said, "I just don't want Big Brother's bloodline to end after a hundred years."
Yuan Zhencheng snorted softly and said, "Father, Yuan … Eldest Uncle already treated you like this, and you still want to do this. Do you think they will appreciate it?"
Yuan Zeyu said slowly, "It is not important whether they appreciate it or not. I just hope to protect their bloodline."
"What if they do something else in the future?"
Yuan Zeyu said calmly, "What I want to protect are people who can live peacefully and honestly."
Only then did Yuan Zhencheng's expression soften. He said, "Yes, I understand."
Yuan Zeyu turned and said, "Nephew Quanxin, what do you think?"
He Quanxin finally nodded and said, "Since Uncle has asked, I do not dare to disobey."
Although he agreed to it, he was well aware that it was only the old man's kind intentions.
Even if Yuan Zewei's descendants could return to the Yuan Clan, they would at most live a life without worry. It was impossible for them to become a decision-maker in the Yuan Clan like before.
After being marginalized for decades, no one could guarantee whether this bloodline could still exist.
If Yuan Zeyu was still alive, perhaps no one would dare to humiliate them. But if the old man was dead, then it was hard to say.
The only thing He Quanxin could do was to give this bloodline some hope and prevent the other members of the Yuan Family from having any ideas about them.
After the old man finished speaking, he excused himself and went to rest. As for Yuan Zewei's corpse, the old man personally took care of it.
Seeing the old man leave, the heavy atmosphere in the hall gradually dissipated.
Yuan Chengzhi let out a long sigh of relief and ordered the servants to tidy everything up. Then, he walked to He Quanxin's side and said, "Brother He, Yiming … no, Master He, is he really your nephew?"
When He Quanxin heard this, he frowned and said, "Of course Yiming is my nephew." He paused, as if he felt that his tone was not certain enough. He added heavily, "As real as it can be."
Yuan Zhencheng's face immediately lit up. He said, "Great, Brother He, you hid it from me for so long."
He complained, but his words were filled with excitement. This was really a light at the end of the tunnel, a chance at life!
If Master He had not appeared today, then the one who would have died would not have been Yuan Zewei.
He Quanxin's mouth twitched. He thought to himself, I don't know myself, why would I deliberately hide it from you? Looking again in the direction He Yiming left, he felt a myriad of emotions, as if he was in a dream.
Second brother, second brother, your son has entered the Xiantian realm, the old man's wish can also be fulfilled …
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In the empty mountain forest, a figure swept across the ground like a bird in the forest.
In the hands of this figure, there was another person, but it was as light as a feather, as if there was no weight at all.
Finally, after passing through a valley, the figure staggered and finally came to a stop.
As soon as he stopped, he immediately fell to the ground, as if all the strength in his body had been completely exhausted at this moment.
"Granduncle."
A cry of surprise sounded from his side. Fan Haori quickly stood up and supported the old man.
This person was Lu Xinwen, who had just been defeated in the battle between Xiantian masters. At this moment, the powerful life force in his body could no longer be felt.
His hair had turned snow-white in this short period of time, and he looked like the most ordinary old man. Even dense wrinkles had appeared on his forehead, as if decades had passed on his body.
Although Fan Haori was not a Xiantian master, after seeing the change in the old man's appearance, he seemed to understand something, and his face became incomparably bleak.
Lu Xinwen coughed softly, his voice had become so hoarse. "I just checked, no one came after us."
Fan Haori was startled and quickly said, "Yes, Granduncle."
"Do you know why I took you away from there?" Lu Xinwen asked in a low voice. Even in such a difficult situation, he did not show any impatience.
Fan Haori's lips twitched, and he finally said, "Granduncle, you want grandnephew to avenge you and the two Uncles Xiao."
A bitter smile appeared on Lu Xinwen's face. He shook his head slightly and said, "Actually, when I first saw you in the Fan family, I knew your nature and physique were just right for you to cultivate my cultivation method." He raised his head and sighed. "I originally wanted to wait for the three of them to come and then take you in as my last disciple, but unfortunately, the three of them will never come back."
Fan Haori suddenly looked up. His voice was filled with shock as he cried out, "Granduncle, you …"
"I was hit by He Yiming's saber light. I didn't expect that at such a young age, not only had he entered the Xiantian realm, but he could even use a saber light to break through the sky. Hehe … "He laughed self-deprecatingly and said," I still underestimated him. "
Fan Haori opened his mouth to speak.
Lu Xinwen waved his hand and said, "Listen to me, don't casually interrupt me. I don't have much time left."
The ominous feeling in Fan Haori's heart grew stronger, and he immediately shut his mouth.
"He Yiming is a genius, and his future is limitless. Even if you cultivate bitterly for the rest of your life, you won't be his match. I saved you not because I expect you to take revenge, because it's no different from courting death. " Lu Xinwen took a deep breath and said, "I saved you only because I hope that you can inherit my cultivation method and pass on my lineage's cultivation method so that it won't go extinct."
Fan Haori's expression changed a few times. He had been defeated today, and his father had died in battle. The Fan family was destined to decline.
Under such circumstances, even if Lu Xinwen could give up on the hatred between him and his three disciples, it was not something he could easily let go of.
Lu Xinwen took a few deep breaths and said, "There's a rumor in the jianghu that I found a cave residence left behind by an ancestor and obtained the treasures inside. That's how I advanced to the Xiantian realm."
Hearing this, even Fan Haori could not help but restrain his thoughts and focus.
"Hehe, I really don't know how these people guessed. They actually guessed the truth," Lu Xinwen said helplessly.
Fan Haori thought to himself, 'It's not that they guessed the truth, but that similar rumors would spread after a person's martial arts skills suddenly improved greatly. You've already advanced to the Xiantian realm in one step, so it would be strange if such a version of the rumor didn't appear. '
Lu Xinwen sighed and said, "Actually, I was ambushed by the Zhu family 30 years ago. Although he was lucky enough to escape, he was seriously injured and almost died. Later, by chance, he did find a cave residence left behind by a senior expert. In that cave residence, not only were there some magical internal strength and martial arts skills, but there were also two Xiantian Golden Cores. "
Fan Haori's eyes suddenly widened. In a small place like the He family village, perhaps not many people knew what a Xiantian Golden Core was. However, he, who lived in the county city, knew very well that a Xiantian Golden Core was refined from a spirit beast Neidan that had a lifespan of more than 500 years.
Once a Houtian expert at the peak of Level 10 Internal Strength consumed it, he would have the opportunity to step into the Xiantian realm.
Although the Extreme Golden Core and the Energy Golden Core were precious, they were nothing compared to the Xiantian Golden Core.
This kind of Golden Core that had the opportunity to cultivate a Xiantian expert was priceless.
"I once swallowed one of the two Golden Cores, which allowed I to advance to the Xiantian realm. As for the other one, I originally planned to give it to one of the two brothers of the Xiao family. But now that the three of them are dead, I'll pass it to you. "
Fan Haori knelt down heavily and said, "Yes, thank you, granduncle."
Waving his hand slightly, Lu Xinwen said, "You don't have to be so polite. However, you have to remember that not everyone has the qualifications to consume a Xiantian Golden Core. The Golden Core I obtained was a Neidan obtained from a water attribute spirit beast. Therefore, only water attribute cultivators would have the opportunity to step into the Xiantian realm after consuming it. Otherwise, not only would the medicinal power produced by the Gold Core not be of any help, it would instead cause a conflict between the medicinal powers, and ultimately become a deadly poison. "
Fan Haori's expression changed slightly and he quickly said, "Yes, I understand." However, in his heart, he thought to himself, 'Of course I'll keep such a good thing for myself.'
Lu Xinwen seemed to have seen through his thoughts. He took a deep breath with difficulty and said, "I know you are very tempted. However, you have to remember that if you can't cultivate to the peak of Level 10 Internal Strength before the age of 80, then you should never touch this Golden Core."
Fan Haori quickly asked, "Why?"
"A person's physique is limited. If you can't reach that standard before the age of 80, then your physique will slowly age and it will be difficult for you to withstand the impact of the Golden Core. Even if you reach the peak in the future, your old body won't be able to withstand the impact of the medicinal power. "Lu Xinwen's expression was solemn and he said," Remember this and don't forget it. "
Fan Haori bowed his head and said respectfully, "Yes."
A trace of disappointment flashed through his heart. Eighty years was not too old for a Xiantian master. However, for ordinary people and cultivators, it was a day when they had one foot in the coffin.
In fact, in this world, most ordinary people could not live to eighty years old.
However, with his talent, he might not be able to cultivate to the peak of Level 10 even when he was eighty years old.
Lu Xinwen took out a sheepskin scroll from his bosom and handed it over, "This sheepskin scroll records the exact location of the cave. Take it. As long as you're careful, you'll definitely be able to find it."
Fan Haori took it with both hands and carefully glanced at it before putting it away.
Lu Xinwen sighed, "The cave residence I accidentally entered back then was built by an unknown senior. There were many mechanisms inside and I couldn't break through them. Fortunately, there was a quiet room among them, which seemed to be the residence of that senior, so there were no traps. The Golden Core and secret manuals I obtained were all found in that quiet room. "
Fan Haori was startled and subconsciously asked, "Why did that senior leave these things in the quiet room?"
Lu Xinwen shook his head and said bitterly, "I don't know either. However, looking at the situation in the quiet room, something important seemed to have happened, so that senior left in a hurry. But for some reason, he never came back after he left. Sigh … Perhaps that senior was the same as me and ended up in the same situation. "
Fan Haori tensed up and hurriedly asked, "Great-uncle, your body …?"
Lu Xinwen smiled and said, "He Yiming's saber light cut off all my vitality. I suppressed my injuries and ran here with you. I've already done everything I could. As for I's life, it's already too late. "
Fan Haori's face darkened and tears welled up in his eyes. From a certain point of view, the two of them were in the same boat. Seeing that the old man was about to pass away, he could not help but feel a strong sense of sympathy.
Lu Xinwen's voice grew softer and softer. He said, "The Golden Core and my cultivation experience are in the cave residence. Go find them and pass on my lineage. Don't end it."
Fan Haori knelt down and kowtowed three times. He said solemnly, "Yes."
Lu Xinwen nodded in satisfaction and slowly closed his eyes. He murmured, "How can his connate Qi be so strong? Was he already a connate expert when he came out of his mother's womb? Could he be the legendary innate Xiantian Ranker? "
His voice became softer and softer until it was inaudible.
Fan Haori knelt motionlessly. After a long time, he stretched out his hand to check his breathing. Then, his face gradually twisted.
Once again, he heavily kowtowed a few times. It seemed as if he was speaking to Fan Xian, but it also seemed as if he was speaking to himself. "Great Granduncle, don't worry. I will definitely avenge you and the Fan family." His teeth chattered. "This disciple may never be He Yiming's match, but the Yuan and He Clans only have one He Yiming. If this disciple succeeds in his studies, I will first kill every single person from the Yuan and He Clans. I will kill every single one of them. I want them to live in eternal regret. "
His voice rumbled and was incomparably firm. It was as if nails had been ruthlessly embedded into the wall and could no longer be erased …
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