C22 He Came to the Feng Family
C22 He Came to the Feng Family
However, they had never abandoned their desire to rule the human race and restore their former glory. They had always fought for it, not hesitating to sacrifice their own lives or even the lives of their family.
Among the descendants of this generation, an extremely rare Spirit Channeling Profound Body like Chu Ling'er had appeared. Patriarch Chu was overjoyed. At that time, he had decided not to let Chu Ling'er cultivate. He had always maintained a pure Spirit Channeling Profound Body and planned to complete the God Advent Formation as soon as possible. He respectfully asked the old ancestor of the Shadow Clan from the higher realm to come down and take revenge for the Shadow Clan. In order to prevent Chu Ling'er's Spirit Channeling Profound Body from being discovered, he had fed her an outstanding tofu since she was young.
This was because the Spirit Channeling Profound Body was the best possession body of the Cultivation World. Its talent was outstanding, and any medicinal Primordial Spirit could withstand it. It would not produce the consequences of losing a grade. It only needed a month's time to completely merge with it, as if it was under the command of an arm, as if it was the original body. Moreover, it could refine the Spirit Channeling Profound Body into the External Soul Formation, allowing the second medicinal Primordial Spirit to be hidden inside, completely becoming the second one!
But if this Spirit Channeling Profound Body was smeared with poison by the bean curvy heavenly fragrance, naturally no one was willing to possess it. Because one could not live past eighteen years of age, it was useless even if they wanted to come.
Patriarch Chu's aged face revealed an extremely crazy expression. The pain of losing his grandson vanished in the blink of an eye. He still had more than ten grandsons. Although they were not as outstanding as Chu Yirun, they still took out their hands and properly nurtured them. Very soon, they would become the next Chu Yirun. After waiting for several thousand years, he had waited for thousands of years. After waiting for thousands of years, he wasn't afraid of twenty years. He could afford to wait!
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After returning to the Hundred Flowers City, Feng Yimo packed his bag and planned to leave immediately. He was going to leave this bloody and heartless place. This time, he was going to be a cultivator, and perhaps the next time, it would be a blood sacrifice ceremony for ordinary people. Hundreds of thousands of people in the entire Hundred Flowers City would die, and he had to leave! He had just woken up his memories and had not lived long enough. He did not want to die!
In the courtyard of Wakabayashi Rika, Ling Ya was sad and sad. She quietly cried for Chu Ling'er. Feng Yimo wanted to say hello to her but she kept crying and gave up. She and she had just met by chance. She let someone tie her up and sent her to Blackwood City by accident. She had also scared off that cultivator who was killed on the way. It could be considered a clean slate and returned the favor. But since she had come to Black Wood City, should she go and see the people of Feng Family?
After leaving the Ling Li Flower Courtyard, Feng Yimo suddenly felt that the world was vast and there was no place for him to stay. He was about to leave the Hundred Flowers City when he suddenly saw two cultivators in green Daoist robes coming in front of him, "This little brother, the family head invites you."
Feng Yimo looked at the upper hand symbol on the left side of their chests and knew that they were disciples of the Feng Family. Could it be that they knew he was here?
His guess was right. Ever since Feng Yimo stepped into the Hundred Flowers City, the Feng Family had known about it.
In the south of Hundred Flowers City City, underneath the compound of the Feng Family by the lake, there was a spacious space. This was the forbidden area of the entire family. Except for the family head and a deaf and mute uncle, no one was allowed to enter.
A cone-shaped platform stood on the ground in the middle of the house. A bronze mirror was floating on top of it. Green light kept flickering inside it. A person's appearance appeared once in a while. The person who appeared in this Pulse Searching Mirror was a direct disciple of the Feng Family. He had at least half of his bloodline.
The Feng Family had once been glorious. Later on, it had declined. There were very few true disciples of the Feng Family. Therefore, the previous patriarch of the Feng Family had specially found this mirror. After refining it with blood, he could observe the whereabouts of the people with the bloodline of the Feng Family and ensure their safety. If an accident happened, he could quickly help them.
That day, when Feng Yimo appeared in the Hundred Flowers City, the mirror exploded with a red light. The mute uncle immediately went to look for the patriarch, Feng Jihui. However, he didn't see that after the red light, the mirror exploded with a golden light. Feng Jihui rushed back. After looking for a long time, he still couldn't recognize whose child it was. How could there be more than 90% of the bloodline of the Feng Family?
The Pulse Searching Mirror could distinguish the bloodline density through color. Red represented more than 90% of the Feng Family's bloodline. Blue represented 50%, gold represented 100%, and Feng Yimo just happened to be red. There were only a handful of such disciples in the Feng Family, so Feng Jihui attached great importance to them. He carefully arranged for them to find Feng Yimo. This was the reason why he was late that day.
During these two days, Feng Jihui had been busy with the blood sacrifice ceremony and did not bother about Feng Yimo. After he sent a message to Lei Qiaoyan's flying sword, he sent people to look for Feng Yimo, but Feng Yimo had disappeared. As a result, the disciples of the Feng Family had been guarding here all this time. When they saw that he was about to leave with the package on his back, they showed up and stopped him.
Feng Yimo sighed. If he wanted to invite him, he might as well meet him by chance. Since he was invited, he should go and see him. This could be considered as fulfilling his mother's last wish. In his memory, his mother loved him very much. While he was in a coma, his mother didn't take off her clothes and always took care of him. In the most dangerous moment, she was still thinking about him, giving him a chance to live and asking him to come to the Feng Family, which made him very touched.
Although he had avenged his father and mother, he still felt that he owed them a lot. The fusion of his memories allowed him to clearly remember the past of his childhood. His father, Feng Yuliang, was an honest and honest man. His mother had always taken care of him. Sometimes, she would hug him and silently cry, and sometimes she would say some strange things. However, her eyes were full of tenderness, love, and love as she looked at him. She often said that Mo wanted to live a peaceful life. He did not want to step onto the path of immortality!
The young Feng Yimo didn't know what immortality was. He was ignorant and foolishly looked at his mother. Other than being playful, he didn't think about anything. He was very happy!
He did not see his mother looking at the back of his playing figure. The love in her eyes turned into endless sorrow. When Mo rushed over, the sorrow faded and turned into kindness and pity.
"Please lead the way!" Feng Yimo put away his memories and said calmly without a trace of panic. The two cultivators who came were at the late stage of Qi Refinement. When they saw Feng Yimo, who was a mortal, they were not surprised and admired him. They did not know why the patriarch summoned the young man in front of them. He was just following orders.
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After walking for more than an hour, they arrived at the Feng Family next to a rippling green lake. The gate was majestic and tall. Two stone lions that were three meters tall stood on both sides of the gate. There were eighteen steps from the ground to the gate. The people who came to the gate needed to raise their heads to look at the gate, showing the illustrious status of the Feng Family.
When the two disciples of the Feng Family saw the patriarch standing outside the gate, they were both shocked. They quickly took a few steps forward and greeted, "Greetings, patriarch!"
Feng Jihui waved his hand. "No need for formalities. It's none of your business. You can leave now." His eyes were fixed on Feng Yimo's face, as if he was trying to see something.
Feng Yimo stood at the foot of the stairs, looking up at the middle-aged cultivator standing in front of the tall wooden door. En, he's actually a Golden Core Early Period warrior. From a distance of more than 30 meters, Feng Yimo could clearly feel the connection between his blood vessels. Was this man his father's family?
He took out a few pieces of jade from his bosom and walked forward. On the way here, Feng Yimo took out pieces of jade pendant from the Storage Bag. With his Divine Sense, he could take anything from the Storage Bag. How could two Qi Refinement cultivators discover it?
Feng Jihui became excited. Even if he didn't do any tests, he could still feel the affection from the young man in front of him. When his gaze swept across the jade pendant fragment in Feng Yimo's hand, he was stunned.
"Child, you are... Feng Jihui said in a trembling voice, "Who are your parents?"
Feng Yimo handed over the pieces of the jade pendant with both hands. "My father is Feng Yuliang!"