Prehistoric: The first disciple of the sect

Chapter 479 [Hong Yi returns home and shocks China]

Zhang Yan clearly knew Hong Yi's status in the Hong family. Even if he followed Zhang Yan and left directly, Zhang Yan wouldn't find it strange.

If Hong Yi proposed to Hong Ji to say farewell, Hong Ji would definitely not agree due to his character. However, knowing this, Hong Yi still wanted to go back to the Hong family. It must be said that he was very generous.

After Hong Xuejiao was frightened, she did not play off her eldest lady temper. She became dull and the group of people returned to Hong Mansion.

"You said that Hong Yi worshiped an immortal as his teacher?"

Sitting on the Grand Master's chair, Hong Ji looked calm, tasting the fragrant tea with a leisurely expression.

Hong Ji, a great scholar and Grand Master of the Daqian Dynasty, was also a martial sage himself, so naturally he was not very interested in the human immortals mentioned by Hong Xuejiao.

"Well, the lowest level is the human-immortal level, and it may be higher."

"Oh?"

Hong Ji raised his eyebrows.

"But when he gets angry, he can cause changes in the world, so my daughter believes that he is at least on the level of a human being."

"A sudden change in heaven and earth?"

Hong Ji's expression was startled. Of course there were strong men who could burst out and change the world. However, even Hong Ji couldn't control such a strong man without taking action and changing as he pleased.

"Has the traitor come back?"

Hong Ji's expression changed slightly, and there was a hint of anger on his face. It was really outrageous that he dared to accept someone else as his teacher without his consent.

As the grand master of the imperial court, Hong Ji was in charge of governing the country and adhering to the principle of respecting his elders. Hong Yi's move was obviously against this principle.

"She probably hasn't come back yet, but it shouldn't be long."

"Hmph, when that traitor comes back, bring him to me immediately."

Naturally, Hong Yi didn't come back so soon. After all, he had an appointment with the old man to teach the little foxes. There were still a few days left, so there was no need to break the contract.

Just these few days were enough for him to digest the mysterious information Zhang Yan gave him.

Not to mention, although Hong Yi's talent is not very good, but that is only compared to the creatures of the ancient times. Among the common human races in this world, Hong Yi's talent is absolutely unparalleled.

In fact, if you think about it, you will know. Hong Yi's father is also a martial saint, and his mother is not bad either. She is the sister of Meng Shen, the leader of the Real Supreme Dao. How can the combination of the two be so bad?

"Confucianism? I didn't expect that Confucianism existed in the ancient world."

While browsing the cultivation techniques left by Zhang Yan, Hong Yi found the technique originally created by Chaos Taoist.

In fact, Zhang Yan also considered this world, which has a similar cultivation system, otherwise Zhang Yan would never have left Hong Yi such a method that could not directly lead to the great road.

However, as a scholar, Hong Yi was very interested in practicing this technique.

Hong Yi was not only curious, but had even begun to practice. However, talent cultivation requires the accumulation of time and cannot be achieved in one leap.

Hong Yi said goodbye to the old man and the little foxes, and then returned to the royal capital.

Fortunately, after a few days of practice, although it was not as exaggerated as a rebirth, his body became several times stronger. The wind and snow in the sky could not stop the erosion of his thin body.

Along the way from north to south, the cold weather gradually warms up, and the white snow gradually becomes thinner, especially at the bottom of the mountains, where rivers have thawed and streams are flowing.

Hong Yi walked all the way to Kyoto City and back to Hong Mansion.

Hong Yi, who had just returned to Hong Mansion, was taken to the main hall by the servant.

"Hong Yi sends his regards to his father."

Hong Yi bowed and saluted Hong Ji, who had his back turned to him, but his heart tightened. He had already guessed why Hong Ji had called him here.

"I heard that you worshiped a master?" Hong Ji did not turn around, his back was still turned to Hong Yi, looking at the book in his hand.

Faced with Hong Ji's question, Hong Yi did not refuse, but nodded directly and said, "Yes, I came home this time just to say goodbye."

"Farewell? It's ridiculous. I haven't scolded you for your treason, so who allowed you to become someone else's disciple?"

"If this matter spreads out, how can our Hong family raise its head in the eyes of others?"

Hong Ji turned around suddenly, his expression gloomy.

"And who is your master? How dare he accept you as his disciple without my consent? It really goes against human ethics."

"You said I can, but you are not qualified to slander my master."

Hong Yi clenched his fists and glared at his nominal father. Although Hong Ji was his father, Hong Yi's life in the Hong Mansion was worse than that of a servant.

Being restricted everywhere, if given a choice, Hong Yi would rather not be a member of the Hong family and would rather be an ordinary civilian.

"It's the other way around!"

"Hong Yi, you were born as a member of the Hong Mansion and died as a ghost of the Hong Mansion. This is a brand that you will never be able to bear in this life."

"As for becoming a disciple, don't even think about it. I won't admit it."

Hong Ji had never been so contradicted by Hong Yi. There seemed to be a ball of fire burning in his heart, and all the energy and blood in his body poured out involuntarily, oppressing Hong Yi.

"Humph."

The power of Wu Sheng's energy and blood was so terrifying that ordinary people like Hong Yi could not resist it.

"Kacha!"

The bones all over Hong Yi's body were ringing violently, but he still stood strong, and his knees were like stone pillars without shaking at all.

"Son, if I don't teach you a lesson today, you really don't know how to respect your elders."

Hong Ji sneered. In fact, from the bottom of his heart, he didn't care about Hong Yi's life or death. In his opinion, if he didn't take a little consideration into consideration, he would have killed Hong Yi.

After supporting him for so many years, he dared to contradict himself. This was a humiliation for him.

An even more majestic force of qi and blood erupted from Hong Ji's body. The force of qi and blood was like Wang Yang's sea of ​​blood, carrying infinite terrifying power and crushing towards Hong Yi.

If this terrifying energy were to hit Hong Yi completely, it would be enough to crush his body into bloody foam.

"Humph!"

But at this moment, a deep and vast aura burst out from Hong Yi's body. The moment this aura appeared, it directly overwhelmed Hong Ji's aura. This aura was not just that.

After defeating Hong Ji's insignificant aura, he broke through the eaves of Hong Mansion and went straight into the sky.

"Crash!"

The terrifying power escapes into the sky, and the wind and clouds in the sky are changing for hundreds of millions of miles. The layers of dark clouds are constantly rotating and stirring, exuding a force of God's will, covering the hearts of all living beings.

Countless people endured the palpitations in their hearts and looked up in the direction of Hong Mansion, filled with unconcealable shock.

The royal palace of the Daqian Dynasty.

Under this vast power of heaven, Yang Pan's body tensed up, and his expression was full of fear.

"What kind of existence is it that makes me feel heart palpitations?"

(End of this chapter)