Chronicles of Ascension: The Path to Immortality

"Nonsense, what are you doing? Get out of here!" Clan leader Zhang Yuhuai shouted at the other eight elders.

The eight elders put away their magic weapons.

Zhang Yuhuai looked at Zhang Xuan, and said with a calm expression: "It was my eighth brother who was wrong just now. I shouldn't have called the ancestor by his name, but what I said makes sense. How do you prove that you are the descendant of the ancestor Zhang Xing?"

"Just with this incomplete martial arts!"

Zhang Xuan took out the incomplete copy of his Heavenly Fire Sutra.

Zhang Yuhuai frowned at this time.

Although the martial arts is a secret that the Zhang family does not pass on, and the martial arts that Zhang Xing practices is indeed the Heavenly Fire Sutra.

However, it has been a thousand years, and it is probably untenable to prove that he is his descendant with only a broken martial arts.

Zhang Xuan continued, "As long as the clan leader can clear my ancestor's name, restore his reputation and the status of his descendants, I will not touch anything in the ancestor's storage space and will give it all to the clan treasury!"

Zhang Yuhuai was shocked: "Does it include the mid-grade spiritual weapon Wuyou Sword in your hand?"

"Of course!"

The Fengtian Sword in Zhang Yuhuai's hand was overwhelming, and countless sword shadows were flying.

Zhang Xuan was stunned: "Not good, the clan leader wants to kill people and steal treasures."

Sword shadows fell on everyone's head.

The sound of the great way rang out from Zhang Yuhuai's mouth.

"From now on, whoever dares to say that Zhang Xing is not right, will die! Restore the status of Zhang Xing's descendant Zhang Xuan, and return the spiritual field. Who agrees and who opposes?"

"The clan leader is righteous!" Zhang Xuan shouted loudly.

"The clan leader is righteous!" Everyone echoed.

Zhang Xuan walked up to the clan leader and handed over the Wuyou Sword with both hands.

The clan leader took the mid-grade spiritual sword, and his hands were still shaking a little.

"One point of murderous aura, three points of spiritual energy, and the remaining six points of worry-free, what a good sword..." Zhang Yuhuai said excitedly.

"With the worry-free sword in hand, my Zhang family will prosper!" Zhang Xingshan, the elder of the Nine Clans, took the opportunity to say.

"Zhang family will prosper!" Everyone shouted, and the shouts shook the sky.

This is the only middle-grade spiritual weapon in Xianmao Valley, this spiritual sword that lives in the memories and legends of generations, and finally returns again!

The faces of several other elders, especially Zhang Meng, were also full of smiles at this time.

The worry-free sword naturally belongs to the clan leader, but everyone can definitely refer to some of the sword-enlightenment experiences of the ancestor Zhang Xing.

"Clan leader, we in Miaojie have survived a life-and-death experience and have been away from home for four months. Everyone is injured and wants to go back to rest first." Zhang Xuan said respectfully to the clan leader.

"Of course, you can bring back the corpse of the ancestor and make great contributions to my Zhang family. Contribution points and other rewards will be sent after I discuss with the clan elders." The clan leader said with a smile.

"It's all up to the clan leader."

"Open the formation!"

The clan leader gave the order, and the formation opened.

Zhang Xuan and the others boarded the double-winged flying boat again, entered the formation, and headed directly to Jiuhufang.

Zhang Dawu stood next to Zhang Xuan, looking as if he wanted to say something but stopped.

"Are you wondering why I lied?" Zhang Xuan said directly.

Zhang Dawu scratched the back of his head and nodded awkwardly.

After all, in everyone's mind, Zhang Xing is a legendary figure of the Zhang family. It is somewhat uncomfortable to use Zhang Xing to gain benefits.

"If I say that I am indeed the descendant of Zhang Xing, do you believe it?" Zhang Xuan looked at Zhang Dawu and asked directly.

Zhang Dawu's surprise at this time was no less than before.

"What? The temple owner is really the descendant of Zhang Xing?"

"My incomplete copy of the Heavenly Fire Art is indeed passed down by my ancestors..." Zhang Xuan was also quite uncertain.

"The temple owner must be the descendant of Zhang Xing. If it weren't for the blood relationship, how could it be such a coincidence that the temple owner brought back the remains of the ancestor?" Zhang Dawu said affirmatively.

"And now our temple street has no place to stand in Jiuhufang. The neighbors are having a hard time. Dawu, do you know?"

"I understand." Zhang Dawu nodded solemnly.

A hundred-foot double-winged flying boat passed over Zhangjiaji.

Everyone in Zhangjiaji looked up at this huge thing.

The double-winged flying boat sailed to the spiritual field rented by Jiuhufang and stopped.

At this time, the old grandfather, Zhang Dajin, Zhang Sanqian and others also gathered around.

Until they saw Zhang Xuan and Zhang Dawu coming down, they all became excited.

"It's the temple owner, they are back."

"The people from the dung picking team are back."

"The temple owner and his people have passed through the barrier of Hei Ze."

...

The members of the dung picking team saw their relatives, and they rushed up one by one, and everyone cried with joy.

Some old people or children saw that none of their relatives had returned, and naturally understood that they might have fallen in the Black Marsh.

Sobbing and cheering intertwined.

Zhang Xuan stood on the double-winged flying boat and said to everyone: "This time, there were 41 people including me who entered the Black Marsh, and 28 people came back alive."

After Zhang Xuan finished speaking, there was silence around.

"There are 13 dead tribesmen, and each of them will be given a pension of 1,000 spiritual stones. If there are no relatives, the pension will be added to the temple treasury and given to the elderly, weak and disabled in Temple Street."

As soon as Zhang Xuan finished speaking, there was another uproar.

"Oh my God, a pension of 1,000 spiritual stones for one person, we people in Temple Street are born cheap, when did it become so valuable?"

"How much is our annual harvest? The pension for 13 people is 13,000 spiritual stones. Where can we raise so many spiritual stones in Temple Street!"

...

Zhang Xuan continued, "The pension will be deducted from our harvest this time. This time, we entered the Black Ze, and apart from other things, we got tens of millions of pounds of Black Ze mud alone."

Everyone was extremely surprised when they heard that the dung-collecting team actually got tens of millions of pounds of Black Ze mud from the Black Ze.

Although the value of Black Ze mud is not as good as the second-level demon dung, it is far more valuable than slag or first-level demon dung.

The price of Black Ze mud is not cheap either.

Tens of millions of pounds of Black Ze mud, this is really a huge fortune.

However, everyone still has doubts about the tens of millions of pounds of Black Ze mud that Zhang Xuan said.

Zhang Xuan directly opened the hatch of the double-wing flying boat completely.

The double-wing flying boat, which is hundreds of feet long and wide, is filled with Black Ze mud. This Black Ze mud alone is close to tens of millions of pounds.

The people of the dung-collecting team also poured out all the Black Ze mud in their storage bags one by one.

The Black Ze mud almost piled up into a small mountain again.

Everyone believed that the total weight of the Black Lake Mud was definitely more than 10 million jin.

"Grandpa, you will be the one to handle the Black Lake Mud." Zhang Xuan said.

"Yes... Temple Master!" Grandpa said excitedly.

The last time he asked him to handle 50 pieces of feces, Grandpa was already surprised.

Unexpectedly, this time Zhang Xuan brought him 10 million jin of Black Lake Mud.

For the people of the entire Temple Street, this is indeed a huge fortune.

At this time, Zhang Yingjie led a group of Zhang's inner children to come over.

Everyone in Temple Street looked nervous.