C23 Derangement

On the first day of the new year, the sunlight was very bright. It was unknown when the snow had begun to fall last night. The sound of footsteps crunching on the snow-covered road sounded very comfortable.

He looked at the houses on both sides of the street with a smile on his face, but his heart was filled with bitterness.

"Imperial City, I will be leaving you soon. I've lived in my hometown for fifteen years. "

When the people who woke up early to sweep the snow saw him, they couldn't help but stop what they were doing. He opened his mouth to say something, but no one said anything.

Jing Tian sighed. He waved his hand without any goal, as if he was bidding farewell to the crowd.

Following the main road to the east, he quickly arrived at the entrance of patriarch Palace. The towering buildings that were like palaces were situated in the middle of the snow and ice. They were very dignified and ruthless.

He stopped walking and stared at the dark door. He bowed deeply towards the door and muttered to himself: "From now on, I have nothing to do with Hun Family."

He no longer hesitated and strode towards the nearby city gate.

The rear mountain was located to the east of Imperial City, and the east gate was the only way.

Just as Jing Tian was walking out of the city gate, he heard someone speaking to him from the roadside. "I knew you would come here."

Shocking light followed the voice and looked to the side. Within the pure white snow, a skinny figure had his back facing him. This person was dressed in a snow-white robe, blending in with the snow, and didn't move an inch. If one didn't pay close attention, it would be difficult to discover his existence.

But Jing Tian was too familiar with this back figure, and this person's tone was like a cold wind, making him remember him even more.

"Hun Jinghun, why are you here?"

The man in white slowly turned around. With his pale face and arrogant eyes, who else could it be other than the young master of the Hun Family?

"Of course I came here to find you." He replied indifferently.

Perhaps it was because it was the Spring Festival, or perhaps the guards at the city gate had been moved away because of some matter. In short, there was not a single person in sight.

The four cold and elegant sword attendants who often followed beside him like shadows had also suddenly disappeared today.

Seeing that Jing Tian didn't say anything, Hun Jinghun smiled slightly, "Don't be afraid, I came here alone today. I just wanted to talk to you. "

"Hun Jinghun, you have caused me to have a hard time returning to my homeland." The anger that Jing Tian had been suppressing exploded. He roared at Hun Jinghun: "At this very moment, what are you trying to say to me again? Don't you think that the persecution you have against me is not enough?"

"Jing Tian, I understand how you feel." Hun Jinghun's tone was still calm, and there were no changes to his attitude.

"My actions yesterday were indeed a bit excessive. After I returned to my residence, I also felt very regretful." His tone revealed a hint of guilt, "No matter what, I should not expel you from the family in front of everyone."

Hun Jinghun suddenly covered his mouth and started coughing violently, as though he was extremely excited, and his blood vessels were unstable: "But Jing Tian, you know what Jun Wu Yi is saying, right? Although I am not a king, but as a future patriarch, I can't change my mind. "Although I know what I've done isn't appropriate, but it's hard to collect water, so there's nothing I can do about it."

He began to cough again.

Looking at Hun Jinghun who was covering his mouth and trembling violently, the anger in Jing Tian's heart gradually disappeared.

He took a deep breath. If you're waiting for me today, this is for me. Then, I have heard it, Hun Jinghun, please go back. "

Hun Jinghun stopped coughing and turned a deaf ear to the shocking order to leave. He continued, "Although you were kicked out of the Hun Family by me, you did not do anything that would let your family down. When I was outside the door just now, I saw you bowing to the patriarch Palace. I have decided that I cannot let you leave with regrets like this. "

Hun Jinghun turned around and walked towards the rear mountain, and said: "If you want to kowtow in front of the Ancestor's grave and say your farewells, then come with me."

After saying this, he formed a hand seal and recited, "Second rank soul skill, Wind Controlling Technique."

His body was surrounded by a violent tornado, spinning around Hun Jinghun's body. The huge force of the wind lifted him off the ground and carried him through the air.

If you want to go, follow me. With your cultivation in the Foundation building, I think you can keep up.

Hun Jinghun's body quickly flew forward, his speed was as fast as a rabbit's.

Looking at Hun Jinghun's elegant back, thoughts raced in his mind, "Why did Hun Jinghun's personality change all of a sudden? He could actually take me to pay a visit to my ancestors? Could this be another conspiracy? "

He kept telling himself to be on high alert, but his feet couldn't help but move. He ran in the direction where the terrified man had left.

From a young age, Jing Tian had always worshipped his ancestors. This Divine Symbol Master who had followed Emperor Blood Jade and built his foundation for countless generations, held a great deal of weight in his heart. He vaguely remembered that when he was young, he once followed the Royal Father to pay respects to the ancestor's statue. In a blink of an eye, more than ten years passed and he had never forgotten the statue of the Divine Symbol Master. Although he could no longer remember the appearance of the statue, the feeling of being able to point out the rivers and look down on the world was deeply engraved in the depths of his mind.

Even if today's matter was another plot by the crafty Hun Jinghun, even if there were mountains of blades and seas of flames in front of him, as long as he could experience the glory of an ancestor once again, it would be worth it. In that case, everything was worth it.

Although he didn't know any Wind Controlling Technique, his full speed was still quite impressive. Because he was still too young to remember the way back when he went to pay his respects to his ancestors. Today, he followed Hun Jinghun and was surprised to find out that the ancestor's god statue was actually located at the back of the mountain where he often trained.

However, the location of his cultivation was in the forest below, and the statue was at the peak of the back mountain. When he was training in the past, he would often look up at the towering mountain not too far away. He always felt as if someone was calling out to him.

The ancestor was actually looking at him from the top of his head, calling out to him. He suspected that the reason he had his current cultivation base, might have been because his ancestors were helping him in the dark. He even thought that the person who guided Big Sister Qing Qing to save him was likely to be his ancestor.

Although he had a lot on his mind, his steps did not relax at all. He followed Hun Jinghun who was riding on the wind and continued to climb along the mountain path. He discovered that the mountain path that led to the peak was actually paved with three steps for each guard, five steps for each sentry. There was a tower not far from them, so it was obvious that someone was guarding it. But now, the guard post was empty. It was very possible that Hun Jinghun had done something beforehand and transferred all the guards away.

"Looks like everything that Hun Jinghun has done was planned long ago, it definitely wasn't on a whim this morning." "Hun Jinghun is an extremely shrewd person, to actually cripple Zhou Zhang and lure me to the top of the mountain, I'm afraid that he's not kind enough to bring me here to pay respects to his ancestors," Feng Shen warned himself.

The back of the mountain was not very tall. As the two rapidly advanced, they quickly arrived at the top of the mountain.

The top of the mountain appeared desolate in this deep winter. A statue was standing with its hands behind its back, facing the mountains. It was covered with snow, and its appearance could not be seen. Based on his vague memories, he knew that this was the's statue.

Sure enough, when Hun Jinghun reached the top of the mountain, he removed the Imperial Wind Technique. The wind at the top of the mountain was extremely strong. Without the support of his soul technique, he was unable to stand steadily.

Hun Jinghun walked in front of the sculpture in three strides, and with a light wave of his hand, the snow on the sculpture was suddenly blown away by a gust of violent wind. He bent his knees and kneeled in front of the sculpture, ignoring the cold snow, he heavily kowtowed three times, "Ancestor, please receive the bow of the next generation's descendant, Hun Jinghun."

Jing Tian looked at the statue carefully. This was a clear image of an old man, with a pointed chin and no excessive beard. He leaned forward slightly with his hands behind his back, but his eyes glanced up at the sky, a contemptuous smile on his face. A huge imposing aura was emitted from the statue, as if the whole world was under his control.

Jing Tian moved a few steps, slowly walked to the front of the sculpture and knelt beside Hun Jinghun.

"You must be my ancestor, the greatest Divine Symbol Master in all of Blood Jade Dynasty's four thousand years of history." Jing Tian kneeled on the ground, raising his head to look at the sculpture with admiration. "I was once proud of being your grandson. I dream of coming here every day to kowtow to you, but from today on, I may never be able to come here again. Today is the first and last time I will ever kowtow to you. "Let me show you my filial piety, one time at a time."

His shocking forehead hit the ground again and again. Who knew how many times he kowtowed. The snow on the ground slowly melted and the black soil on the top of the mountain revealed its original color.

Hun Jinghun, who was kneeling at the side, looked at his actions, and smiled: "Looks like you are truly filial."

"Hun Jinghun, today might be the last time I'll be here. You also said that you won't leave any regrets. "So, please don't bother me with sarcasm."

"Hmph." Hun Jinghun slowly stood up and took a few steps back, "You won't have any regrets, so how can I bear to make you regret this? "Since you are so filial, why don't you stay here forever?"

Seeing Hun Jinghun's expression return to the usual arrogance and domineering attitude, he also stood up. "Hun Jinghun, what do you mean by this?"

"Don't you understand what I'm saying?" Hun Jinghun's pale face revealed a cruel smile, "I'll explain it to you once again in the most fluent language. You don't have to kowtow endlessly on this snowy mountaintop. You can go to his ancestor's side and perform your filial duty. "

"Could it be that you want to kill me in front of my ancestors?"

Hun Jinghun's body flickered with an orange light, he started to release his strength of soul outside, preparing to fight at any time: "This young master also has the same intentions."

Looking at Hun Jinghun who had an evil grin on his face, he felt heartache. "Hun Jinghun, you deranged bastard. I don't think I've ever done anything wrong. I even respected you at one point. You keep pushing me. Now, you actually want to kill your own people in front of your ancestors. Aren't you afraid of being cursed by your soul? "

"Of course I am afraid of being cursed by the soul, but that is impossible. Don't forget, you have already been expelled from your family, and you are no longer a member of my clan. " Hun Jinghun's right hand extended from behind him and grabbed onto a green scroll: "You have indeed never offended me before. But I hate you. Because you have a healthy body, but as a future patriarch, I am weak beyond compare. That's the only reason I hate you. "