C10 Demonic Ancestor

I've heard that the Empress's favorite flower is the Manchu flower that grew on the banks of the Nether River River, but Elder Grand Preceptor prefers the monarch's orchid. Even Sword God and Lee Si love a tree of snow-white pear blossoms, but very few people like the ice flower.

Because the ice flowers were too cold and hard, too cold, and too few people had seen them, even more people did not like them.

There was only one type of ice flower that was most famous in Faangcun Mount, and that was the ice flower of the Ninth Elder. It was rumored that fifteen years ago, when the substitute Mountain Lord died on that chair, there were two ice flowers that bloomed from the top of his head, facing the wind.

The seemingly weak ice flower on Tang Weiji's fingertip was naturally the ninth elder's ice flower. Tang Weiji's fingertip was obviously the ninth elder's ice flower on his own.

If he didn't believe Tang Weiji's words, Patriarch Nine would never pass this thing on to Tang Weiji.

Elder Qiu had to prove that this was the best proof, a proof that was more believable than a written order.

When mortals accepted a disciple, they would also know to leave a trump card in their hands, afraid that they would teach their disciples to starve to death their master. How could Tang Weiji not be his disciple when Patriarch Nine accepted a disciple so wholeheartedly? As for Elder Qiu's nonsense, no one bothered with it.

After all, Tang Weiji had taught him such secret skills. How could he possibly kill Patriarch Nine? In other words, if Tang Weiji had killed Patriarch Nine, how could Patriarch Nine teach him such secret skills?

It didn't make sense. Therefore, Tang Weiji had to be Patriarch Nine's disciple. The only explanation left was that it was hopeless.

As more and more people came to understand this logic, their faces became even more pale, especially the few disciples of the elder's faction who had just taken action. Their intestines had already turned green from regret.

"What other proof do you need?" Tang Weiji raised the ice flower and looked at elder Qiu coldly.

Even though Elder Qiu was extremely unwilling, he didn't dare to say anything more under the stares of the crowd. He coldly snorted and turned his head to walk out.

Tang Weiji was not relaxed at all. He entered the Ancestral Hall and followed another esteemed elder in the disciple ceremony.

He was just pulling the skin of a tiger to make a big drum. The ice flower was naturally not passed to him by the Ninth Elder. It was a secret technique that he found in his memories after he guessed what Elder Qiu was going to say. Ninth Elder could not always not show up. If someone realized that he was pretending to be strong and that the tiger was dead, then his future would not be so good.

Time. What I need is time.

Tang Weiji said to himself silently in his heart.

As long as enough time was given to him to grow, and grow to the point where his Faangcun Mount did not dare to find trouble with him, then everything would be easily resolved.

Tang Weiji wouldn't have much time to step into that step. Even if his body was in a mess right now, as long as he tidied up these messy things and became distinct and complementary, then every one of them would be of great benefit to him.

Regardless of whether it was the four divine beads or the Phoenix's true feathers, they were all rare treasures. Adding Ninth Elder's group of unconscious Power Of The Soul s, an ordinary person would be able to shed their mortal skin and become a saint, much less having several kinds coexisting together.

The most obvious performance was the ice flower on Tang Weiji's fingertip. Elder Qiu and the others only knew Tang Weiji had learned it in the past two days. Who would have known that it was only for an instant.

If he saw it, he would see it. It was just that simple.

It could be said that Tang Weiji's trip, by chance, was comparable to the rebirth of a Fire Phoenix. With just his talent, he could be ranked amongst the top geniuses.

The Ancestral Hall was not big, but it was extremely tall. Tang Weiji raised his head and looked at the two portraits on the highest point, on the left was an old man dressed in black, his long beard was floating, his wide mouth was opening in a majestic manner, and on the right was a young and tender looking child.

One on the left and the other on the right. It seemed to be of equal height, but the truth was that there was actually something extremely mysterious about it. The world revered the right and demoted the left. Based on this calculation, the right portrait of the Ninth Elder held a higher status than that of the Faangcun Mount elder. Now, this mountain lord had spared no effort to repay the kindness of the Ninth Elder for making him the mountain lord. He had even abandoned the most basic of honorable masters.

Tang Weiji thought of something in his heart and did not show the slightest hint of respect. After finishing the ceremony, he left his room, looked at the disciples on both sides who remained silent, and then left calmly towards the Black Hell.

No one dared to talk about it before they left. After walking a hundred meters, they vaguely heard the message and mentioned a few words, such as "Eldest Senior Brother", "Return", "Protons of the sect", "Patriarch Nine", and so on. They were all gloating.

The name Faangcun Mount Eldest Senior Brother resounded throughout the entire Tang Dynasty, but to a ghost like him who walked in the darkness, it was nothing. Since the Ninth Elder was already dead in front of him, the so-called Eldest Senior Brother was nothing to be afraid of.

He continued to walk toward the Black Hell. Although Black Hell was a place of punishment that was common to all Faangcun Mount, it was actually a secret prison set up by the Ninth Elder. The news of Tang Weiji being the disciple of the Ninth Elder would spread across the entire Faangcun Mount at the fastest speed possible.

The old dog looked at him with half-opened eyes, then closed them again, like a stone statue.

He couldn't find any related memories in the memories left behind by Patriarch Nine, but the aura the old dog gave him was really bad. It was a bit similar to the skinners that Uncle Mao had met when he first threw him into the ancient battlefield.

From time to time, there would be anxious and low growls coming from within the stone room that was enveloped in lava. On the other hand, the prison cell that was as cold as ice crystals produced strange and rhythmic knocking sounds, as if an old monk with dried bones was knocking on a wooden fish.

The room where the dragon was imprisoned was overflowing with the fragrance of tea. The beige tea soup in the pure white porcelain cup was especially pleasing to the eyes. The light green tea leaves were fluttering in the water.

Long Zhou sat on the stone bench, attentively watching the cup of tea. To him, in this stone room, the tea leaves were the only things that were not fixed, so after he realized this, he always looked at them seriously.

Hearing Tang Weiji's hurried footsteps, Dragon Boat lightly raised his eyebrows and raised his head to look at him. His expression was normal, as if he had already expected Tang Weiji's arrival.

He blew away the mist that was soaked in the aroma of tea. He lightly sipped the tea, tested the temperature, and said gently, "You're here?"

Tang Weiji went straight to the point and asked an extremely unimaginable question, "Who am I?"

This question made everyone want to laugh. Who was he? He was Tang Weiji, a disciple of the Three Thousand Profound Martial House; a child that Maocai brought out from the Fuchi Abyss back then; a man who killed people without blinking an eye; a rare talent that was born with a Little Fire spirit object; and now, he was even the disciple of the Ninth Elder of the Faangcun Mount, the legal successor to the Water-ink Cloud Platform.

Regardless of which identity it was, he knew it better than anyone else. But now, he ran in front of the dragon boat and asked a question that caused one to be at a loss whether to laugh or to cry.

Long Zhou didn't laugh. Not only did he not laugh, the way he looked at Tang Weiji was actually a little surprised. The more he thought about it, the weirder it was.

"You're Tang Weiji? Who are you?" he replied.

Tang Weiji suppressed his agitated mood, and his blue and red eyes became even more bewitching and bright, "You already knew what's so special about my body, right? Ninth Elder thought that everything you had done was within his calculations, but he did not think that all of his responses would be within your expectations. You secretly observed me for him to see, and you gave him the True Feather to see as well. You know that he has been monitoring you the entire time, so the reason you relied on it is definitely not because of the Fire Phoenix's True Feather.

He asked sharply, "Who the hell am I? What happened to my body? How do you know all this? What kind of relationship do you have with Maocai? "

Long Zhou looked at the young man in front of him, who was on the verge of collapse, and felt pity for him. Was he really only a teenager? He was just a teenager, a child at that …

He held the cup of boiling tea tightly in his hand, feeling the scorching heat. The smile on his face grew increasingly faint, and it became even fainter. To the eyes of the onlookers, it seemed somewhat helpless. Long Zhou said with a helpless smile, "What you said... I don't understand. What are you talking about? "

Tang Weiji looked at him coldly and finally said something cold, "Even if you didn't say it, I know there is a problem. I will check it myself. Patriarch Nine is dead, I will watch this place now. "If you want to come up with something, think about it. If you don't want to come out, I don't mind asking you to try something."

It wasn't until Tang Weiji left that the smile on Long Zhou's face became helpless and tranquil. Only when Tang Weiji's figure disappeared from the third level of Black Hell did he finally let go of the cup of tea. He looked at his palm that had become red from the burning cup and sighed silently.

The strange thing was that from the beginning to the end, he did not have any surprise about Patriarch Nine's death, as if he had expected Tang Weiji to appear here. He had predicted Patriarch Nine's death.

No one could predict the future of another person, and the Heavenly Masters of the Pavilion of Heavenly Secrets could not do such a thing.

If anyone tells you he knows what's going to happen to you, slap him in the face. Because there are only two kinds of people who dare to say such things: one is a brazen liar, and the other is a scheming schemer.

One of them was to make wild guesses, the other was to introduce you step by step into the trap he had set for you by means of very subtle things. This kind of trap was usually called, in a pleasant way, Prophecy; in general, Your Future.

Thus, to the Dragon Boat, what sort of person did he belong to?

He looked at the tea in the cup and smiled softly.

From the moment he voluntarily entered the Black Hell to become a prisoner ten years ago, to when he endured ten years of loneliness, did he really think that these ten years of Black Hell were all for nothing? In terms of chess, there was no one in this world who could beat that person.

Ten years ago, he had already thought of today's matter. Even the great "Wise Demon" Jiuyuan had died on his chess board. As expected of the guy who was qualified to have a conversation with the chess saint back then.

Jiuyuan was a chess piece, and he was also a chess piece. His entire Faangcun Mount was a part of the chess board. Back then, when he had told the dragon boat about his enormous chess game being covered by the clouds, the dragon boat had not believed him at all, but now, he was really looking forward to it.

Even if it was a chess piece, it was still worth it to exchange blows with someone like Jiuyuan!

Since the others didn't know of Patriarch Nine's origins, he, Long Zhou, and that person had already guessed it from the very beginning.

It was said that under the Fuchi Abyss, there were hundreds of greater demons, and above the greater demons, there were eighteen ranked Demonic Ancestor. The second ranked Demonic Ancestor liked to devour various types of bloodlines to nourish his body, and he called himself a "Wisdom Demon", or "Jiuyuan", or "divine dragon". Back then when he tore open a corner of the Fuchi Abyss, the instant he saw the starry sky, he took in a deep breath, and in a single breath, sucked up one third of the third Divine Beast Bloodline of the Third Old Battalion.

Long Zhou closed his eyes and drank a cup of hot tea.

This life was more than enough!