Chapter 121: The Truth of History

"His name is Ling Jin; he lived in the same courtyard when he was a child," Qi Xueyan said, introducing the young man.

"He looks quite unique," Lin Chao remarked.

"Mm," Qi Xueyan said, "Actually, he is not of the Daxia Clan, but from a very rare ethnic group, the Feng Clan.

Of course, the Feng Clan is actually of the same bloodline as our Daxia Clan.

It is just that, during the Zhu Guo period, the lineage of the High Priest was separated and became the Feng Clan of today."

"The Feng Clan?" Lin Chao was slightly stunned, "To think it's the Feng Clan; my maternal grandmother was a member of the Feng Clan."

Lin Chao's maternal grandmother died early, passing away when Lin Chao was five years old.

However, according to his mother, his grandmother had fled here, all alone.

When she passed away, not a single person from her maiden family came.

His mother had dwelled on this matter for a long time.

In the eyes of the older generation, having family from one's maiden side brought peace of mind and a sense of security.

"What a coincidence," Qi Xueyan said happily, "Because of Ling Jin, I know quite a bit about the Feng Clan.

This ethnic group now has fewer than a thousand people.

Perhaps you and Ling Jin are even related."

"Perhaps," Lin Chao said, not paying it much mind.

His grandmother had already passed away, and the past belonging to the older generation had already been submerged by history.

"Do you want me to send you his contact information?"

"No need," Lin Chao smiled and refused.

He was not interested in Ling Jin's Feng Clan identity.

What he was interested in was that this Ling Jin was very likely related to the fifth person he had been searching for.

"How strange."

Ling Jin walked along the road, muttering to himself, feeling somewhat puzzled in his heart.

For some reason, upon seeing that young man, a strange feeling had inexplicably arisen in his heart.

Very peculiar.

Not thinking too much about it, Ling Jin boarded the bus.

Recently, his body had been feeling unwell, so he had taken a long leave of absence from school, preparing to return home.

Half a day later.

Fengling Village.

Ling Jin got off the bus and stretched comfortably.

The scent of his hometown was better after all.

Comfortable and reassuring.

The entire Fengling Village was not large, consisting of only a few dozen households.

It could be said that almost half of the Feng Clan people lived in Fengling Village.

"Uncle Ling, good morning."

Ling Jin greeted a big man carrying a hoe.

The big man grinned and smiled: "Little Jin is back; come to my place tonight to chat!"

"Okay," Ling Jin replied.

He continued walking along the narrow, winding path.

His home was in the deepest part of Fengling Village.

Soon, an antique-style building appeared before him.

A look of joy appeared on Ling Jin's face; this was his home.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back."

He called out, but no one in the house answered.

Seeing that the main gate was not closed, Ling Jin walked inside.

At this moment, an old woman appeared in front of Ling Jin.

The old woman was wearing gray cloth robes and holding a string of beads, her eyes somewhat cold: "You're back?"

"Yes, Grandmother." Seeing the old woman, Ling Jin felt a bit afraid.

The old woman was Ling Jin's grandmother, the person with the highest status in the family and also the person with the highest status in Fengling Village.

Everyone in the village respected her very much.

However, Ling Jin had always felt that his grandmother was superstitious and a stubborn old woman.

She spent all day in the Ancestral Hall in the backyard and never went out.

In the Ancestral Hall in the backyard, what was worshipped was not an ancestor, but a piece of jade.

In the Feng Clan, there had always been an untold secret.

The jade in the Ancestral Hall was an accessory of the Spirit.

Legend had it that the ancestors of the Feng Clan worshipped the Heavens and obtained a supreme qualification.

This qualification was that the entire Feng Clan had the qualification to become servants of the Spirit.

The meaning of the Feng Clan's existence was to serve the Spirit.

Regarding these things, Ling Jin held them in contempt.

What era was it now, and people were still talking about spirits?

Where is the Spirit?

Ling Jin has never seen it.

For so many years, the Feng Clan has always claimed to serve the Spirit, yet they haven't even seen what the Spirit looks like.

All the ancestral teachings are a scam, a joke.

As it turns out, Grandmother even takes it seriously.

Where is there any Spirit?

"Go to the Ancestral Hall to perform the rites first, then return to your room," the old woman said, her voice brooking no doubt.

"Fine," Ling Jin said, somewhat impatiently.

The old woman glanced at her grandson and let out a long sigh.

"The qualification that our ancestors worked so hard to obtain has been upheld for over a thousand years; it must absolutely not be ruined in my hands!" The look in the old woman's eyes was nearly paranoid.

The Feng Clan's ancestral teachings being able to be passed down for a thousand years does not rely on the self-awareness of the clansmen.

Ling Jin naturally did not know his grandmother's thoughts; he entered the back hall.

Looking at the magnificent Ancestral Hall, his eyes showed some impatience.

However, he still followed the rules and performed the three kowtows and nine prostrations.

Just then, a voice came from beside him.

"Is this the Ancestral Hall you've been chanting about?"

A person completely shrouded in a black robe spoke.

His entire being seemed to be in the shadows.

Seeing this person, an excited look appeared on Ling Jin's face: "Yes.

Sigh, my grandmother and those other clansmen are really something; every year they have to come to the Ancestral Hall to pay respects to that jade, praying for the Spirit's descent so they can become its servants.

Whether the Spirit even exists is one thing, but I feel that even if the Spirit really existed, it would be far inferior to you."

The black-robed person smiled, his figure flashed, and he appeared at the very front of the Ancestral Hall.

He looked at that piece of jade, his gaze calm: "This piece of jade..."

"How is it?" Ling Jin asked.

This black-robed person was an... Immortal Cultivator he had recently met.

Or rather, a visitor from another world.

In Ling Jin's eyes, this visitor from another world was the true big shot.

The Spirit in the ancestors' mouths was merely an ethereal legend.

"This kind of jade is quite... special.

According to the prices in your world, this piece of jade is probably worth ten million.

Other than that, there is nothing special about it.

Aren't you always short on money? Do you want us to take this jade and exchange it for money?" the black-robed person said, his voice carrying a hint of a smile.

"Forget it," Ling Jin shook his head, "I'm afraid I'll be beaten to death by my grandmother."

Mentioning his grandmother, he was still somewhat afraid.

"A pity about the ten million," the black-robed person's voice carried regret.

"With your abilities, isn't earning ten million a breeze?" Ling Jin asked casually.

The black-robed person smiled and did not answer; he looked at Ling Jin and continued to ask: "Did you have that dream again yesterday?"

Ling Jin's expression became solemn: "I did."

"What was the result?" The black-robed person was somewhat nervous.

"The Great Yan Dynasty's Empress Dowager Su sent Three-Color Pavilion assassins to Fenglangguo, and Zhao Ran died.

Wei's army of one hundred thousand arrived at the gates of Fenglan City, Fenglan was destroyed, and the King of Fenglangguo and the Princess fell from the city wall and died."

"Is that so?" The black-robed person's gaze flickered, his heart shaken.

Zhao Ran died?

But this was completely different from what he knew.

As a person from Wu Kingdom, he understood the history of Wu Kingdom the best.

Back then, Su Yunqiong dispatched Wind and Rain Tower assassins to Fenglan.

However, the Martial Emperor appeared out of nowhere and single-handedly wiped out the Wind and Rain Tower assassins.

He even borrowed the lights of ten thousand homes in Fenglan to burn Wei's army of one hundred thousand.

"Lao Hei, what is going on with my dreams?" Ling Jin looked at the black-robed person, his face filled with confusion.

"I don't know either," the black-robed person sighed, "I told you the story of Wu Kingdom the day before yesterday."

"Hmm," Ling Jin nodded, "Why would I dream of your Wu Kingdom's history, and why is it completely different from your history?"

"Who knows?"

"Is there a possibility that I am actually the reincarnation of the Martial Emperor?" Ling Jin was suddenly extremely excited.

The black-robed person smiled: "You're dreaming."

"Haha," Ling Jin also laughed.

The black-robed person did not speak again; at this moment, he was trapped in deep, tangled contemplation.

"The Tulu Ancient Book unearthed ten years ago records that Yan unified the six directions, an Alien Demon descended from the sky, and the Wu World was destroyed.

However, Yan did not unify the six directions, and the descent of the Alien Demon was delayed by nearly a thousand years.

What exactly is going on?"

The black-robed person was puzzled.

Ten years ago, the Wu Kingdom unearthed a Tulu Ancient Book.

According to surveys, this ancient book should be something from ten thousand years ago.

However, this book recorded the entire history of the Wu World.

This shocked everyone in the Wu Kingdom.

It was as if someone had written this book ten thousand years ago, and for these ten thousand years, the history of the Wu World had unfolded according to this book.

Yet, all of this seemed to have been rewritten since the appearance of the Martial Emperor.

Including the destruction of the Wu World.

According to the Tulu Ancient Book, the Wu World was destroyed ten years after Su Yunqiong ascended the throne, which was nearly a thousand years ago.

And the dreams that the young man Ling Jin had every night were identical to the history recorded in the Tulu Ancient Book.

"Martial Emperor Qi Lin... who exactly is he?" The black-robed man's gaze flickered, his eyes carrying a hint of sharpness.

But immediately after, he became dejected again.

"Although the Wu Kingdom is strong, the Alien Demons are stronger.

How exactly are we to pass this trial of the Alien Demons?"

On the other side, in Fengling Village.

Lin Chao's gaze was calm.

He looked at the buildings and people by the roadside, his figure constantly shifting.

His gaze passed through all the buildings and landed on a black-robed man.

"Found you." Lin Chao smiled.

He had finally found the last person as well.

"Lock."

He reached out his hand, and a point of starlight appeared out of thin air, then vanished from sight.

After finishing this, his figure disappeared once again.

Inside the Ancestral Hall, the black-robed man suddenly froze.

For some reason, just a moment ago, he felt as if a majestic eye in the endless depths was watching him.

However, he spread out all his senses and did not detect any abnormalities.

"What's wrong?" Ling Jin asked from the side, as he also noticed the black-robed man's strangeness.

"It's nothing." The black-robed man shook his head, "I don't know why, but I suddenly felt a sense of palpitations just now.

It might be an illusion."

"An illusion?" Ling Jin also shook his head, "Big shots like you usually don't have illusions; there must be something major happening that you overlooked. I've seen it played out like that on TV."

"Haha." The black-robed man laughed, "Whether it's an illusion or something else, it actually doesn't matter."

To be able to cause him to have an illusion without him even knowing.

Such strength was already something he could not deal with, so naturally, there was no need to consider it.

Ling Jin smiled and did not say anything more.

What they did not know was that in the Ancestral Hall, a ray of light flashed and vanished on that piece of jade.

Even the black-robed man did not notice this anomaly.

In the large courtyard, the beads the old woman was turning in her hand suddenly fell, scattering all over the ground.

The old woman clutched her chest as an indescribable pain spread, yet a fanatical look appeared in her eyes.

"Ling..."

PS: I have been a bit busy lately, so the update time is unstable. I am terribly sorry. I should be able to adjust it after I finish being busy in about a week. I will set a stable time for updates in the future!

PS: There is a lot of information in the latest chapter; I wonder if it will affect the reading experience.

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