Please show your spirit to our ancestors

Chapter 2: My Ancestor, I Am Here

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After pondering for a moment, Chen Xuanmo finally understood the current situation.

He died, yet he lived again.

Strictly speaking, he was not resurrected.

Instead, it was in a peculiar state of heroic spirit, attached to the orb of the Xuanmo Lingjian.

This mid-grade spiritual sword was forged when Chen Xuanmo was in the middle stage of foundation building.

At that time, he collected materials and asked the Yunyang Sect's Weapon Refining Hall to refine the magic sword, which cost a lot of sect contributions.

In order to embed the lucky beads, he even left a groove at the end of the hilt.

All along, the lucky beads that accompanied him throughout his journey were in the form of dull glass beads, and did not bring him any benefits.

Chen Xuanmo inlaid the lucky beads with the original intention of keeping them as a remembrance.

However, he never expected that the lucky beads would only take effect after his death, turning him into a heroic spirit.

Inside the ancestral hall.

As Chen Xuanmo's descendants continued to kneel and worship, it seemed that some kind of resonance and connection was formed between them and the lucky beads.

Wisps of sparse purple air floated up from their bodies, poured into the Xuan Mo Ling Sword, and then gathered into the Lucky Bead.

Gradually, the purple energy in the lucky bead condensed, one strand, two strands, nine strands, one strand...

The amount of purple energy that the descendants can produce varies. The eldest son Chen Ningtai, who is kneeling in the front, emits the most purple energy, followed by the youngest son Chen Ningzhuo.

The further back the descendants kneel, the thinner the purple energy they produce.

At this moment.

Chen Xuanmo looked down at his descendants through the crystal wall of the lucky bead, feeling filled with emotion.

He and his first wife, Yao Qiuping, had four sons and three daughters.

The only ones still alive are the eldest son and the youngest son.

Just as he sighed.

The purple air had stopped spreading, and gathered into about seventy or eighty strands in total within the lucky bead, emitting a faint purple light.

The Xuan Mo Ling Sword seemed to have been baptized, as if it had been slightly sublimated.

At this time, the sacrifice came to an end.

The eldest son Chen Ningtai respectfully reported to heaven and earth and to his ancestors, and with the support of his clansmen, he officially succeeded as the second-generation head of the Cangyi Chen family.

After the ceremony.

Some women, children and young tribesmen left the ancestral hall one after another.

The second and third generation men, who were relatively older in seniority, were kept by the new head of the family in the ancestral hall to hold the first family meeting.

There are only seven people who meet the requirements, which seems a bit sparse.

The new head of the family, Chen Ningtai, sat at the head, and the others took their seats according to their seniority.

Among them, Chen Daohuan, the second son of the third generation of the fourth branch, who was the youngest and only in his twenties, sat at the last seat.

"Cough cough!"

Chen Ningtai cleared his throat, and when everyone looked at him, he spoke in a serious voice, "My fellow clan members, the old patriarch has passed away. I don't need to say much about the difficulties that our Cangyi Chen clan will face next, right?

Everyone has different expressions.

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall suddenly became solemn and heavy.

Especially the fourth oldest, Chen Ningzhuo, who was at the bottom, had a look of shame on his face: "It's all my fault that I didn't succeed in building my foundation. Otherwise, if two people in our family have built their foundation, even if we are not as prosperous as when father was around, we can at least maintain the current situation."

He was sent to the Yunyang Sect when he was young, and was trained with the dual resources of the sect and his family. He reached the peak of the Qi Refining Stage before he was seventy years old.

Afterwards, Chen Xuanmo felt that his time was up, so he mobilized his connections and a large amount of family financial resources to secure a Foundation Establishment Pill for himself.

As a result, Chen Ningzhuo failed to build his foundation, causing all his investment to go to waste.

"Alas, Fourth Brother, don't blame yourself too much." Chen Ningtai sighed and consoled, "For people like us who are born with four spiritual roots, even if all conditions are met and we have the foundation-building pill, we can only have a 60 to 70 percent chance of building a foundation."

That being said.

But the two brothers looked a little gloomy. Failure was inevitable, but no one wanted failure to happen to him.

For a cultivation family of the Chen family's level, any foundation-building effort would require the entire family to save for a long time. Failure would be a huge loss, and might even change the family's rise and fall, survival or destruction.

"Father, Fourth Uncle." Chen Daoling, the eldest grandson of the eldest son, bowed and said, "The success or failure of a family is determined by fate. The most urgent task is to discuss the family's future development direction and countermeasures."

Chen Ningtai's face turned serious, and he said in a deep voice: "My father had already explained it before he died. We can make appropriate and necessary concessions on the income ratio of the [Sheshan Market] jointly opened with the Zhao and Zheng families, as well as the interests in the border dispute with them."

This statement came out.

Everyone's face looked a little gloomy.

Chen Ningzhuo's previous failure in building the foundation had already hurt the family. If the interests of all parties were to be reduced further, the family's finances would be stretched to the limit and lead to its decline.

"Staying alive is the most important thing." Chen Ningtai showed some of the family head's bearing and said with dignity, "After all, [Nanyue Zhao Clan] and [Lingbei Zheng Clan] are both immortal cultivation families under the jurisdiction of Yunyang Sect like my Chen Clan, and we are also related by marriage. As long as we reduce the corresponding benefits according to our own strength and take the part we deserve, they will also be a little bit considerate of their face and will not over-oppose us."

"Our main target of defense this time is Linhai Bai Clan."

As soon as the name came out, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became gloomy.

The Linhai Bai family is different from the Zhao and Zheng families. It belongs to the hostile camp [Wuhen Mountain].

The Cangyi Chen family had a fierce momentum of development in its early years. The founder, Chen Xuanmo, was very powerful and capable. He defeated the Linhai Bai family and suppressed their ancestors so much that they dared not even fart!
It can be said that a small half of the territory under the rule of the Cangyi Chen family was taken from the Bai family.

If it weren't for the game between the high-level officials of Yunyang Sect and Wuhen Mountain, who exchanged other interests for temporary peace, Chen Xuanmo might have rushed into the Bai family's lair with one sword. Now, Chen Xuanmo is dead.

The Linhai Bai family has been presented with a golden opportunity for revenge, so how could they let it go?

"Now we have to talk about how to deal with Bai's revenge." Chen Ningtai said in a deep voice, "Let me first talk about some of my father's instructions before he died. Everyone should start to act according to the plan..."

Just when Chen Ningtai and others were having a meeting.

Chen Xuanmo has figured out some of the wonderful uses of the lucky beads and purple energy. After he consumed a trace of purple energy, he broke away from the lucky beads.

After getting a little familiar with the place, he began to stroll around the ancestral hall.

He first "observed" his own form by leaving his body, and found that his image had returned to that of about eighteen years old.

The long-lost young and handsome man was so heroic that his mood became happier and younger.

Secondly, Chen Xuanmo discovered that there was a huge difference between his heroic spirit state and that of a ghost.

If he was in ghost form, his son Chen Ningtai, who was in the foundation-building stage, would have naturally sensed his spirit long ago.

But now he approached his eldest son Chen Ningtai, but the other party didn't notice at all and continued to talk non-stop.

It was the first time he discovered that his eldest son, who was quite taciturn, could be so talkative.

However, Chen Xuanmo knew the predicament the family was facing better than anyone else, and he had no interest in listening to his sons and grandsons holding family meetings and talking about the same old problems.

In a flash of thought.

Chen Xuanmo appeared outside the ancestral hall.

He planned to travel around and look at the family he had worked so hard to build throughout his life from another perspective.

After all, he had great power when he was alive.

All his descendants are well-behaved and obedient in front of him.

Walking along the spacious stone path outside the ancestral hall and passing through a quiet pine and cypress forest, we were finally out of the ancestral hall. The front gradually became lively, with members of the side branches and maids and servants appearing one after another.

soon.

Chen Xuanmo met his first target.

One of the great-grandsons, ranked fifth among the fourth generation Jing generation - Chen Jingyun.

Chen Jingyun was the third son of Chen Daoling, the eldest grandson of the family. His mother was Zhao Mengyan, the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family of Nanyue.

He is nineteen years old, tall and slender, and looks handsome and handsome.

His appearance is about 50% similar to Chen Xuanmo's current young image.

What a handsome young man.

At this moment, the funeral is over.

Chen Jingyun took off his linen clothes and changed back into the monk's attire.

But his eyes still looked somewhat sad, and he had not completely gotten over the grief of his great-grandfather's death.

"Good boy, very filial." Chen Xuanmo was quite satisfied with this.

He remembered the mysterious purple air in the lucky beads.

Based on his knowledge from past and present lives, since it was produced during the sacrifices of the family descendants, it will most likely be fulfilled on the family descendants.

He decided to try out other magical uses of purple energy.

To be on the safe side, he first found a servant to test the depth, and summoned a wisp of purple air to float over the servant's head.

The purple energy penetrated into the servant's body, but in a flash, it rejected itself as if resisting.

resignedly.

Chen Xuanmo could only attack Chen Jingyun directly. A trace of purple energy entered his body. This time, he did not resist and escaped, but it was like a drop in the ocean and there was no reaction at all.

Is the quantity less?
Chen Xuanmo frowned and tried again, increasing the output of purple energy, two strands, five strands... until the output reached the tenth strand, when finally a miraculous change appeared.

A mysterious aura circulated in the body of his great-grandson Chen Jingyun, and then gathered at the center of his eyebrows, where a small ball of purple light lit up.

Become!

Chen Xuanmo was slightly delighted. The effect of the purple energy was indeed related to his bloodline and descendants.

However, the specific effects are still unclear and need to be observed and verified.

Just at this time.

Another servant ran up to Chen Jingyun quickly, with an ambiguous look on his face: "Master Jingyun, Miss Qianqian asked the concierge to pass a message to you, saying that she wants you to go to the back hills for a chat."

"Who?" Chen Jingyun looked puzzled.

"Miss Qianqian, she is the pretty female cultivator who greeted you and exchanged glances with you a few days ago."

"It turned out to be the wild cultivator who came here to eat and drink for free. She was indeed very pretty." Chen Jingyun recalled briefly, "What did she want from me?"

"What else could it be?" The servant smiled more obscenely, "He must have seen that Master Jingyun was born into a powerful family and was handsome, so he was attracted to her."

Good guy!
Chen Xuanmo exclaimed in his heart, what a guy!

This great-grandson, who was usually well-behaved and sensible, was actually flirting with Miss Ye Xiu at Chen Xuanmo's funeral.

We don't want this great-grandson anymore, right?

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　(This article was a bit tepid in the early stages because of the heavy foreshadowing and slow pace, but it started to get better in the 20th or 30th chapters~, and in the 40th or so chapters, the plot developed by leaps and bounds. Brothers and sisters, please be patient, thank you~)

　　
　
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