Chapter 222

The Wu Clan Ancestor possesses the ability to overturn heaven and earth and fix feng shui.

Originally a stone cave seven or eight li in size, it has now become a vast stone cave with a dome reaching thirty thousand meters high and a radius of three hundred li.

Eighteen stone pillars resembling glazed crystal support the upper dome, and the rock walls and dome are studded with glazed treasure stones the size of human heads, shining brightly and illuminating the huge stone cave as if it were daytime.

Clearly solidified magma-formed land, under great divine power the ground has become thick black fertile soil several zhang deep, the kind of rich soil that yields oil when a handful is squeezed.

As long as another False Sun is hung, this stone cave becomes a cave paradise that many small and medium forces would fight over, even breaking their heads, as the foundation for establishing a clan.

A fertile stone cave with a radius of three hundred li can support hundreds of thousands of people without worry.

In the stone cave, beneath a stone pillar a hundred meters thick, the Wu Clan people sat on the ground, laughing as they raised their wineskins and gulped down wine.

The four uncles who had previously fought Wu Tie sat on the ground with bruised noses and swollen faces, angrily drinking while glaring at Lao Tie lying beside Wu Tie.

Lao Tie also bared his teeth, deliberately showing off his full mouth of sharp teeth, and snarled at the four unlucky fellows.

Just now Lao Tie broke through the magma blockade, rushed to Wu Tie's side to reinforce, seeing Wu Tie's right hand stripped of flesh almost completely, the red-haired big man Zhu Rong Xiao Huo still had some shreds of flesh stuck on his right hand, Lao Tie flew into a rage and immediately lashed out.

Lao Tie's body is the transformation of the Osiris Second Divine Artifact Reincarnation Tower, extremely sturdy and possessing unfathomable power; the four burly men of Zhu Rong Xiao Huo were caught off guard, being smashed over the head and face with the staff Lao Tie wielded, leaving them bruised and swollen with more than ten broken bones each.

Fortunately, the white-haired old ghost, an expert of ancestral level, was present; he used his divine power to slightly block Lao Tie, and Wu Tie quickly cleared up the misunderstanding, otherwise the four unlucky fellows of Zhu Rong Xiao Huo would indeed be beaten to death by Lao Tie.

Lao Tie transformed into a hyena-like form, lazily lying beside Wu Tie, baring his teeth and glaring provocatively at the four Zhu Rong Xiao Huo men.

"You little brat, not convinced? If you're not convinced, come hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me……"

Lao Tie winked and made faces at the four…… the four Zhu Rong Xiao Huo men gritted their teeth in hatred, yet had no way to deal with Lao Tie.

Their broken bones have been realigned, they took the medicine they carried, and their bones have healed seventy to eighty percent.

However, the flesh on their faces came into direct contact with Lao Tie's staff, being invaded by its unique deathly power, causing severe injuries.

Even after applying the Wu Clan's secret ointment, these bluish-purple flesh can only slowly regain vitality; without seven or eight days, the bruises on their faces cannot fade.

Shi Fei and the others sat to the side, curiously looking at the few burly men sitting beside Wu Tie.

The red-haired, red-eyed big man whose hair is like blazing coals is named Zhu Rong Bao Yan; Zhu Rong Xiao Huo, this paternal uncle of Wu Tie, is indeed his direct lineal great-grandson.

The Wu Clan, a vast Wu Clan.

Depending on the power attribute activated by the Wu Clan's ancestral vein after cultivation, the Wu Clan further splits into numerous Wu Clan clans.

Those who possess the ancient Zhu Rong fire god's power are naturally the Zhu Rong Clan.

Those who possess the ancient Gongong water god's power are naturally the Gong Clan.

The white-haired old ghost possesses the power to communicate with the netherworld and command ghosts and spirits, naturally belonging to the Xuanming Clan.

Besides these there are the Kuafu Clan, the Xingtian Clan, the Fengbo Clan, the Yushi Clan, and so on…… the Wu Clan is a vast family, and even more a complex family.

Zhu Rong Bao Yan gulped down strong liquor, chattering on to Wu Tie about the affairs of the Wu Clan.

However, Zhu Rong Bao Yan obviously has more muscle than brains in his skull, and his blood alcohol level is too high, so when he speaks he always gives Wu Tie the feeling of a thick tongue and stammering.

Anyway, after going on and on for half a day, Zhu Rong Bao Yan barely managed to explain the Wu Clan's affairs.

"Wu Tie ah, our clan's rules are quite troublesome."

"However, I think the ancestors who set these rules also had their reasons."

"Remember this, you are a member of the Wu Clan's main line, cultivating the Original Wu Classic, and the body-forging method of the Original Wu Classic is the Heaven-Breaking Fist."

Zhu Rong Bao Yan chattered on.

"As for the Original Wu Classic, its cultivation speed is not as fast as our branch clans' Zhu Rong Classic, Gong Classic, and Xuanming Classic, but those of the main line who cultivate the Original Wu Classic are slightly smarter than us……"

Because the Original Wu Classic cultivates the Five Elements' power and stresses balance, although it also follows our Wu family's fierce, violent, tyrannical body-training path, compared to the pure extreme paths of our various branch clans, it has a hint of softness, so the mind won't be burned out.

Therefore, those in charge of sacrifices and internal/external affairs of the Wu family must be members of the Wu surname's main house……

Just like you, belonging to the Seventh House of the main line, now the Seventh Elder of your Seventh House oversees the main line's miscellaneous external dealings…… like your father Wu Zhan, who left the main line at a young age……

Poor aptitude? Leaving home to seek a breakthrough opportunity?

That's just babbling to ghosts…… heh heh…… Our Wu family's bloodline is ancient and powerful, far more ancient and noble than dragons, phoenixes, taotie, qilin, and the like—how could our Wu family have anyone with poor aptitude?

He took a big gulp of strong liquor arrogantly, Zhu Rong Baoyan laughed 'hehe' and said: 'So, your father…… likely is like those who left home before, not knowing what he was sent out to do. Tch!'

Those who left home…… how difficult!

Wu Tie nodded slowly, he agreed with Zhu Rong Baoyan's words.

The Wu family members nearby also all raised their wineskins and took a big gulp of strong liquor.

They all knew of Wu Tie's family's misfortune: the hunting squad of the Golden Dead Spirits launched a surprise attack, the Wu family's Shibao was breached, Wu Zhan, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong were killed, and Wu Jin, carrying the last hope of reviving the three, was forced yet voluntarily entered the Wa tribe's ancestral land.

Only Wu Tie drifted alone abroad, striving for the hatred of his father and brothers.

Zhu Rong Baoyan forcefully patted Wu Tie's shoulder.

Wu Tie's waist was ramrod straight; Zhu Rong Baoyan's strike was extremely powerful, yet Wu Tie's body didn't sway at all.

Not bad, not bad…… to be out away from the main house's resources and yet able to cultivate to this extent…… Zhu Rong Baoyan extended a finger and forcefully wrote a large ancient-form 'Wu' character on the ground.

Remember this, our family's people—no matter when, just like the legendary Mount Buzhou that props up the sky, the waist cannot bend.

Bones can be broken, but one cannot bend down.

A man must be responsible; for what he has decided, he must straighten his waist and do it.

Zhu Rong Baoyan raised his wineskin, took a sip of strong liquor, and with his finger forcefully traced the central vertical stroke of the 'Wu' character on the ground.

Look, this stroke is straight, cannot bend.

We have a mission handed down by our ancestors; we must track that little temptress and her followers.

We have our own things to do, so we cannot help you.

This is also a rule set by our ancestors; your father didn't have time to tell you…… the sons of the Wu family must handle their own affairs themselves, and the tasks on their shoulders must be completed with wholehearted effort, allowing no excuse, no laziness, and cannot be distracted or divided by any pretext or reason.

So, whatever you need to do, do it yourself.

You must firmly remember the map of the ancestral land…… when you have free time, go back for a walk, because the Wu family values bloodline roots above all—roots…… cannot be cut!

Heaven and earth, bloodline and flesh, roots…… cannot be cut!

No matter where you are, no matter the circumstances, remember this: ancestors, bloodline, kin—all of this is your root, and the root cannot be cut.

These words, you must keep them in your heart…… When you meet your elder brother Wu Jin, you must also tell him.

When you have children, when your children grow up, you must also tell them these principles.

No matter what burdens you bear, no matter what you encounter, no matter where you are, no matter whether you are wealthy or impoverished, no matter whether you are exalted or humble as grass, in short, during your lifetime, bring your children back once to the ancestral land, and pay respects once to the ancestors.

Although our seniority is much greater than yours, to be honest, our age is not that great either—under two hundred years…… just over a hundred years!

So, from our age you should also understand one thing…… The sons of my Wu clan still have a duty: no matter where you are, no matter what circumstances, never forget to branch out and propagate, to have as many children as possible.

A group of sturdy Wu clan members nodded in unison, echoing Zhu Rong Bao Yan's words.

Your dad did pretty well, in his early forties he already had four sons and a daughter…… but compared to your grandfather, your dad is still lacking a bit……

Wu Tie's eye corner twitched.

He recalled the words of the white-haired old ghost——Wu Zhan is the eighteenth son of Wu Wu of the seventh house of the main Wu clan……

The eighteenth son!

The eighteenth son……

Zhu Rong Bao Yan and his companions perhaps, because they had slain the Black Spider and killed so many black-armored cultivators, the pressure of their mission had lessened considerably, so each of them, high-spirited, gulped down liquor in big mouthfuls.

After drinking so much liquor, Zhu Rong Bao Yan and his old companions had no restraint on their mouths.

Their words left Wu Tie stunned, while Yan Han Lu silently and helplessly held two curved sabers and ran far away.

Wu Tie also raised his wineskin and drank heartily with those clansmen who were much older in age and seniority.

Zhu Rong Bao Yan and his companions, whose bodies were extremely strong, gulped down the strong liquor; their spirits rose, and the liquor they had obtained from the slaughtered-empty Shibao, which they had originally estimated would last them two months of drinking, was drained dry by them in a single night.

Over a hundred Wu clan members, each with pores wide open, continuously exhaled strong liquor vapors.

Zhu Rong Bao Yan drank the last mouthful of strong liquor from his wineskin, then, somewhat annoyed, shook out the wineskin and casually flung it far away.

He leapt up violently, stood, and vigorously stretched his waist.

Old Ghost, you say, that the Black Spider's death was merely a clone, not the main body?

The white-haired old ghost also rose to his feet, having drunk too much strong liquor; unlike others, his whole body continuously emitted threads of Cold Qi, a chill that makes one's soul feel cold.

Indeed, that little vixen is quite crafty…… that clone is also very strange, seemingly not naturally born.

Then we must still find her, deal with her…… especially those chief culprits who sneak-attacked the main family's ancestral land, not a single one can be let off. Zhu Rong Bao Yan laughed loudly, then grabbed Wu Tie and lifted him up.

As previously said, the sons of the Wu clan handle their own affairs themselves; we also have important duties, so we cannot mobilize manpower to help you. Family rules are military rules, and they cannot be violated.

But…… you little brat, being so young and wandering about all alone, we also can't rest easy.

Lao Tie let out a low growl, stood up, and coldly snorted at Zhu Rong Bao Yan: 'Grandson, who are you saying is wandering about all alone?'

Zhu Rong Bao Yan couldn't be bothered to argue with Lao Tie, he pointed at Lao Tie in his wolf form and burst into hysterical laughter: 'Are you even human?'

Lao Tie opened his mouth, but was left unable to speak.

Shi Fei beside them cautiously raised his right hand: 'Seniors, we……'

Zhu Rong Bao Yan glanced askance at Shi Fei and the others, shook his head firmly: 'Having you or not having you makes no difference, is there any distinction?'

Shi Fei also glumly lowered his hand.

He, Lu Ji, and Mo Zhang Wang instinctively began to look around.

They forcibly expanded a stone cavern seven or eight li in radius into a great stone cavern three hundred li in radius, and moreover forcibly suppressed all natural disasters and calamities arising from it; these rough fellows are terrifyingly strong, not to be provoked.

The disciples of the Six Dao Palace remained silent…… they could not possibly follow Wu Tie around running about; they naturally would not take up this talk.

So, your cultivation is a bit too low; even if you have some fortuitous encounters…… it's not enough.

Zhu Rong Bao Yan patted Wu Tie's shoulder, shook his head, raised his right hand, his right hand like a blade, and fiercely struck to break open his own chest.

One strike broke bone, Zhu Rong Bao Yan tore open his own heart; amid the 'Peng—Peng' heartbeat sounds, three crimson blood beads the size of a baby's fist, flashing with splendid light, were difficultly secreted from his heart, carrying a tremendous heat as they flew toward Wu Tie.

The three blood beads struck Wu Tie's brow, quickly merging into his body.

Zhu Rong Bao Yan's face turned slightly pale, he laughed loudly: 'I won't say anything else; you have your fortuitous encounters, we can't help you too much. According to the ancestral saying, I now barely count as the form of a great Wu, I grant you three drops of my lifeblood essence to aid your cultivation.'

The white-haired old ghost also burst into loud laughter; he likewise tore open his chest, forced out three blood beads and sent them into Wu Tie's body.

Another ten, differing in hair color but with the same mighty aura as Zhu Rong Bao Yan and the white-haired old ghost, Wu clan elders laughed together, likewise forcing out three blood beads each and pouring them into Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie's whole body went rigid, unable to move.

Thirty-six essence blood beads entered his body; inside his body came a resounding 'Ka—ka', his bones nearly being crushed.

Zhu Rong Bao Yan and company said no more, lingered no longer; with a sweep of their right hands, their chest wounds instantly healed, then they sang loudly in groups of three or five, scattered and not forming a unit, as they walked down a passageway.

Brothers, children…… catch that little vixen…… this time we must definitely beat her to death! Zhu Rong Bao Yan burst into loud laughter.