C37 Pu Family Ancestors

Han Chen followed the group of disciples from Pu Jia into the fake mountain, which was a pathway that led downwards. It was a winding stair, and the steps beneath his feet were made of bluestone, hard and cold.

Pu Yuelin, Pu Yue Hua and a few elders were walking in front, leading a group of disciples as they slowly entered into a basement. The interior of the room was quite spacious. It could accommodate two or three hundred people without getting crowded.

It was heaped with solid marble, and its walls were inlaid with luminous pearls.

Han Chen was secretly curious, what was going on inside? Ancestral ancestor of the Pu Jia, what kind of power was hidden in Pu Miling's sculpture? All of these made him feel a sense of anticipation.

Soon, they reached the end of the basement. Up ahead, there was actually a stone door. Pu Yuelin personally pushed the stone door open, his face full of great respect and respect.

"This basement, it seems that the Pu Jia has spent a lot of effort." Han Chen muttered.

After entering the second chamber, the area was much wider. Han Chen immediately saw a "special sculpture" that was closest to the innermost area. The reason why it was so special was because that sculpture was especially lifelike. It could even be called a 'doll'.

The color was extremely good, almost like a real person's, wearing a substantial gold robe, if not for Han Chen having a preconceived idea, it would have been a statue. Otherwise, they would have treated him as a living person.

The curiosity in his heart made Han Chen seriously size up the ancestor of the Pu Jia. He was a very handsome middle-aged man, so handsome that he looked like a demon! Long eyebrows, long and narrow eyes, a tall nose, a smile on his face, and two upturned lips.

Pu Miling! He was just like the name, with a hint of evil.

Not only Han Chen, practically an absolute large number of Pu Jia disciples were looking at the ancestor's sculpture with astonished eyes! None of them could have imagined that the statue of their ancestors would be so exquisite. It was so exquisite that it was no different from a living person.

What was even more unexpected was that Pu Miling was such a devilishly handsome man. Even Pu Yuelin, this beautiful young man who was famous in Star Lin City, had lost his luster in front of him.

Pu Yuelin reverently walked in front of the statue, bowed his head and chanted, "Pu Jia ancestor, junior Pu Yuelin is useless, causing his family to fall into deep water. I hope that our ancestors will show their true spirit and save our clan from fire and water. "

"We hope that our ancestors will show their true spirit and save our clan from fire and water." Pu Yuehua and the other elders also lowered their heads and earnestly recited.

The others watched the scene quietly, but the solemn look on their faces was obvious. Then, Pu Yuelin opened up his right hand and used the nail of his thumb to swipe at the tip of his index finger.

A small hole was ripped open, and a drop of bright red blood flowed out. With a lift, the drop of blood floated into the air. The same was true for Pu Yuehua and the other elders. Each of them squeezed out a drop of blood from their mouths and allowed it to hover in midair.

The blood of future generations was sacrificed to their ancestors? Han Chen squinted his eyes as he became even more confused.

At that moment, something surprising happened. Only to see that the eyes of the statue were actually emitting a strong golden light. Following that, Pu Yuelin and the others' blood all gathered together, fusing together and forming a small flower of blood.

Everyone present was completely shocked by this scene. Even Han Chen was nervous, was the inheritance power that Pu Miling had left behind truly hidden in the sculpture?

The light in the eyes of the sculpture became increasingly bright as an Aurora flashed across it. The blood flower burst open without any warning, and in the next moment, a wave of powerful force, like the tidewater, spread out with the sculpture as the center, directly engulfing Pu Yuelin, Pu Yue Hua and the rest of the people present.

Although this power was strong, it was relatively gentle. Han Chen could clearly feel that power was seeping into his body and quickly improving his physique. He could clearly see that his strength was increasing at an alarming rate.

"What's going on?" Han Chen turned his head to look at the people around him, only to realize that they were all brimming with joy and enjoyment.

This was the power left behind by the ancestors of the Pu Jia? Han Chen slowly gave up resisting and allowed the energy to enter his body.

The entire basement was enveloped in a dense golden light, and very quickly, the distance and line of sight between people was separated. Everyone felt that they were the only ones left in this world.

The inner courtyard of Pu Jia.

In the blink of an eye, it was already the fifth day after the ancestral worship ceremony. Pu Jia also sealed up the inside and outside of his house, refusing to see any guests or allow anyone to go out. This caused many suspicions and rumors to arise in the outside world. The Lei and Situ Families naturally sent spies over to investigate, but they found nothing.

The moon was up and Shen Yu was sitting alone in the pavilion with his back against the railing of the bench. The white muslin like moonlight shone diagonally on her pretty face, like a beautiful fairy.

"I wonder how Han Chen and the rest are doing?"

Shen Yu softly muttered in the eyes of others. Obtaining the strength of an ancestor was an extremely desirable thing. However, she insisted on not going down. It was very thought-provoking. Shen Yu sighed, she raised her head, with a look of confusion in her eyes. An image involuntarily appeared in his mind.

In the image, it was an abnormally handsome man, so handsome that he looked slightly demonic! Beneath his feet were corpses, humans, magical beasts, and some other species she had never seen before. Like a man with wings. It was like a lion head with a pair of flesh-winged monsters on its back.

Corpses and bones piled up like mountains, and a river of blood flowed! That devilish man was at the peak of the corpse mountain. The aura he emitted was like that of a savage beast in the wilderness, filled with a cold intent to kill.

As for the handsome devilish man, he stared fixedly at Shen Yu with both of his eyes. Shen Yu trembled, feeling fear from the bottom of his heart. It was as if he was the most terrifying species in time.

However, the next moment, the man actually smiled, although it was a gentle smile. But in Shen Yu's eyes, it was like a smile from the god of death.

These scenes were the dreams Shen Yu had when he was young because he liked to play and sneaked into the fake mountain in the backyard alone.

Normally, after a person's dream, they would forget about the scene in a moment. But this dream seemed to have taken root in Shen Yu's mind, and no matter what, he could not forget it.

She clearly remembered the words Pu Miling had told her in her dreams, "My blood flows in your body.

...

In the secret room.

The disciples of the Pu Jia and Han Chen were all immersed in the wonderful feeling of their power increasing. It was as if the distance between people had been cut off, leaving only himself in the world.

Just then, Han Chen's mind shook violently, a great fear surging out from his heart. Opening his eyes, he saw an extremely frightening scene.

A sea of blood. The sky was dark, the earth was dark, and the sun and moon were dark. The air was filled with the thick smell of blood. In the air, the ancestor of the Pu Jia looked at him with a pair of cold and detached eyes.

Suddenly, the statue's eyes blinked slightly. Han Chen's heart also tightened at the same time, his scalp instantly went numb, "Is that a real person?"

Endless malevolent aura swept out from Pu Miling's body. The sea of blood surged up into the sky. Han Chen stood on the surface of the sea like a lonely boat that could be engulfed by the ocean's tides at any time.

Real people? Pu Miling? The ancestors of the Pu Jia?

One after another of doubts gushed out from Han Chen's heart, and his back was covered in cold sweat. It was clearly a sculpture, but Pu Yuelin and the others treated it as if it was their ancestor.

Crash! * A blood colored wave came over and pulled Han Chen into the sea of blood. The stench from his nose almost suffocated him. Within the sea, there were countless corpses. Humans, magical beasts, and even some strange races whose names could not be determined.

Han Chen's pupils shrank, and what entered his eyes was that strange, handsome face of Pu Miling. There was only a gap between their fingers.

"Nine Revolutions God Slaughtering Technique!"

In Pu Miling's mouth, he spoke a few words indifferently. His voice was ethereal, but it was still as frightening as a giant hammer in Han Chen's heart and eardrums.

What? What was the Nine Revolutions God Slaughtering Technique?

Han Chen had never been so afraid before, and felt that he was about to suffocate. Soon after, he suddenly discovered that there was another piece of information in his mind, and he hadn't had the chance to check it yet. He felt as if his shoulders were being forcefully shaken.

"Han Chen, wake up!"

Han Chen's body shook violently, and he instantly opened his eyes. What he saw was Pu Wei's gaze filled with concern, while Pu Yuelin, Pu Yuehua and the others were all standing around him, while he himself sat cross-legged on the ground.

"Han Chen, are you alright? Your face is so ugly? "

"Me?" Han Chen's face was pale white, his entire body was drenched in sweat. On the other hand, the others all seemed to be brimming with energy and vitality. "Especially Patriarch Pu Yuelin, his entire being radiated with a strong aura. I, I'm fine. "

"Heh heh, that's true. All of our powers have been raised, why are you acting like you just lost your soul? "

"Is that so?" Han Chen's heart was startled, but after inspecting it, his gloomy eyes lit up, and he exclaimed in surprise: "I seem to have reached the fifth stage of Qi Refining."

Outside the fake mountain in the backyard, the people of Pu Jia had been waiting for a long time now.

"Look, it's coming out." With a cry of alarm, everyone became excited. Patriarch Pu Yuelin was the first to appear, and the aura being emitted by him was even more intense than before.

"Patriarch, congratulations on breaking through the morphogenesis, haha." A sharp-eyed elder hurriedly stepped forward to offer his congratulations.

Hearing these words, the atmosphere in the stadium rose up involuntarily. Pu Yuelin who was originally at the ninth stage of the mastery had now become a morphogenesis Ranker, what did the Pu Jia fear from the Lei and Situ Families?

Pu Yuelin's face similarly carried a few traces of excitement. He had been waiting for this day for a long time. Pu Yuehua, who was behind him, was also quite happy. Previously, his mastery was at the eighth level, but now, his mastery was at the ninth level. Even the Lei and Situ Clans Patriarchs were only mediocre.

All of the disciples from the fake mountain came out one by one. There was a smile on each of their faces.

"Han Chen." Amongst the crowd, Shen Yu spotted Han Chen at a glance, and asked with wide eyes filled with astonishment, "Why are you in such a sorry state?"

Han Chen shook his head helplessly, and spread out his hands: "I don't know either."

"Then did your strength increase?"

"Hmph." Pu Yuelin, who was not far away, snorted coldly and said snappily, "You only know how to take care of others, and you don't even want this father anymore?"

Shen Yu stuck out his tongue, and muttered softly, "Didn't you already reach the morphogenesis?!"

"You."

"Alright, alright. Uncle, you should be happy today. Don't be angry, haha." Pu Wei smiled as he mediated at the side, then turned to Shen Yu and said, "Little sister, Han Chen is not good. "My strength has only increased by one level, he has directly leapt three levels."

"Is that so?" Shen Yu's eyes lit up as he said happily, "Han Chen, you're at the fifth level of Qi Refining?"

Han Chen nodded and smiled, "En."

With regards to this question, the surrounding crowd could not help but burst into an uproar! Logically speaking, for Pu Wei and the rest to have the Pu Jia's blood flowing through them, their strength should have increased by a little more.

But for an outsider like Han Chen, it would only be a leap of three levels. It was really hard to understand. Could it be that their ancestors cared more for this' Young Master '?

Pu Yuelin coughed lightly and said in a deep voice, "Yu'er, if you had gone down with us before, you would at least be at the sixth level of Qi Refining."

Shen Yu's talent was definitely the best in the clan. She was not at all diligent in her training, and even a little lazy. But even so, to be able to be selected by the Mystical Peak as an inner disciple, this was enough to explain everything.

However, there was no sign of regret on her face. She only replied with a soft 'yes'.

Pu Yuelin was so angry that she almost scolded him, she took a deep breath in and turned her gaze towards a slightly fat old man, "Third elder, how has the situation of the clan been these few days?"

The elder who was called Third Elder nodded his head and replied, "Clan leader, you have been in closed door cultivation for the past few days. Everything in the clan is fine. According to your instructions, the entire clan is sealed up. The Situ and Lei Families have never come looking for trouble. "

"Hmph, the Lei and Situ Families, why would my Pu Jia fear them now?"

"Patriarch, there's one more thing I need to report to you."

"Speak."

"There are only two days left before the Clan Assembly."