Chapter 292

"He can't avoid this shot!"

"Can this young man block a strike from Prodigy Minque?"

Seeing that heaven-startling spear light, the crowd watching was terrified. This was an attack from the Dao Heart Realm, and there was no way to avoid it.

Unless it was some top-tier movement technique of the Absolute Learning Realm, it would be possible to briefly make the Dao Rhyme unable to track.

But how old is this young man? He doesn't even have enough time to spend on cultivation. Can he master it?

Bang!

The destructive spear light arrived in an instant, replacing the air in front of Li Hao, and killed him in an instant.

Lightning-like destructive electric arcs surrounded the spear light, lifting the floor under Li Hao's feet, with wisps of black spiral evil energy, and the momentum was terrifying.

Li Hao did not avoid it, but just raised his hand and punched out.

The spear light collided with his fist, rubbing out blazing aurora, making people unable to open their eyes, but then the destructive momentum dissipated, and Li Hao was unscathed.

Ji Minque's expression changed suddenly, and he looked at Li Hao with some surprise and suspicion.

Although he didn't use all his strength in this shot, he used seven or eight parts of his strength, and it was easy to pierce through the Three Imperishable Realms. As a result, it was blocked by Li Hao?

Other people who came to watch were also shocked when they saw this scene.

"That young man actually really blocked a shot from Prodigy Minque!"

"Could it be that he has also stepped into the Four Standing Realms? But he doesn't look big; this is also a prodigy!"

"No wonder he could get War God Yunge's praise; it seems he is really quite powerful."

"After all, he has our Ji Clan's bloodline. His mother is a direct descendant, and the bloodline in his body is rich, perhaps even higher than those born of concubines!"

Many people began to discuss it in surprise, but their tone changed from their previous contempt, and they actually recognized the young man a little.

Although the Ji Clan has a serious struggle between direct descendants and those born of concubines, they are uniformly tolerant of the strong. The harsh living environment of the Great Desolate Heaven also leads to the people here respecting the strong.

The power Li Hao displayed made many people who had previously insulted and looked down on him shut their mouths, discovering that no matter whether this young man could enter the Ji Clan or not, he was considered a prodigy!

In the Great Desolate Heaven, prodigies cannot be lightly insulted!

"It seems you really have some ability. For the sake of you sending War God Yunge back, I won't argue with you!"

Ji Minque saw that Li Hao really had true ability, so he snorted coldly and planned to stop.

"If you can block a punch from me, I will also recognize you."

Li Hao stepped forward half a step.

Ji Minque was startled, his expression suddenly became gloomy, and he said: "Do you want to challenge me?"

"One shot for one punch—that's considered even." Li Hao said calmly.

Ji Minque couldn't help but be angered to laughter, saying: "You don't really think you have the qualifications to fight me, do you? I was just showing mercy earlier and didn't use all my strength. If we really competed, you would have been lying down long ago!"

"I will also show mercy." Li Hao didn't argue, just said.

Ji Minque opened his eyes wide in anger, feeling for the first time that there was someone more arrogant than himself.

"Then you come and try!"

He erupted with a majestic momentum, his great veins mobilized, and his angry hair flew up, clearly truly angered.

Hearing this, Li Hao was about to make a move when suddenly a group of figures flew over from afar, and one of them shouted: "Stop!"

Everyone on the street square outside the hall looked over, and when they saw the leading figure, they were all shocked. Many people hurriedly knelt down to worship:

"Greetings, War God Qingyuan!"

"Greetings, War God Qingyuan!"

Gradually, the neat voices came out, and everyone bowed their heads.

Ji Minque and others in mid-air saw the arriving Ji Qingyuan and a group of elders, their expressions changed slightly, they stopped their hands, and hurriedly bowed in respect.

Ji Qingyuan's expression was calm. Although he was born of a concubine, now everyone in the Ji Clan, whether direct or concubine-born, gave him extremely high respect. Like on this Sacred Mountain, the people bowing all over the ground were mostly direct descendants of the Ji Clan, yet they saw him as if they saw a god, surrendering at his feet.

He had long since adapted.

The previous secret struggle with Ji Daoxin was just for the interests of other people born of concubines.

After all, he is now considered a leading figure among those born of concubines, and naturally carries some burdens on his shoulders.

Seeing the broken guest hall door and the situation in the field, Ji Qingyuan immediately understood the situation. When he saw Ji Yufen lying beside the strange young man, cold light flashed in his eyes.

"What happened?"

An elder stepped out and scolded angrily.

His face was full of anger, but it was aimed at Li Hao, as if questioning him.

Ji Minque and others lowered their heads without answering. Ji Boduan reacted at this moment and hurriedly greeted them:

"Elder Qingfeng, it's all a misunderstanding. Prodigy Yufen came here wanting to learn from Young Master Li Le Ping; it's just a mutual exchange."

"What young master? He is not yet a member of the Ji Clan!"

This elder immediately reprimanded.

Ji Boduan's expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly closed his mouth.

"Qingfeng, don't forget what your father's name is!"

In the distance, several figures chased over, and one of the elderly women appeared quickly above the guest hall. Her body position vaguely blocked Li Hao behind her:

"This is the guest hall. You are simply presumptuous. How can there be any reason to compete and exchange in the guest hall? Are there no rules anymore!"

She looked at Ji Qingfeng with hatred, and then her gaze turned to the several prodigies like Ji Minque.

Seeing this old woman, Ji Minque and others' expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly bowed to greet her.

Ji Qingfeng's expression was gloomy, and he said: "Fourth Aunt, since it is a rule, we shouldn't be biased!"

"Who is biased toward whom? Since when did our Ji Clan become so ignorant of etiquette, making moves against people in the guest hall?" The old woman's name was Ji Yue, and at this moment her face was full of anger.

"It's already good enough that we didn't kill him. He is not a member of the Ji Clan now!"

Ji Qingfeng said coldly.

"You are simply a bastard!"

Ji Yue said angrily: "Counting it up, he is your cousin. Do you want to kill your own cousin with your own hands?!"

Ji Qingfeng said coldly: "The family has family laws, and the clan has clan rules. My father is fair and strict, and I am naturally the same. I deal with anyone who makes a mistake together, let alone a cousin, even if it were my own son, it would be the same!"

"Whether he has made a mistake or not, the Clan Head has already dealt with it. When is it your turn!"

Ji Yue was angry. Their lineage had fifteen brothers and seven sisters, a total of twenty-two of the 'Yun' generation.

Except for those who died in battle and those who died young, twelve remain now, but they are divided into two factions and do not interact with each other.

The reason is that many years ago, their father doted on the ninth son, Ji Tianchao, causing some brothers and sisters to be secretly jealous, leading to gaps between the children.

When their father died, this gap was completely exposed, and they quarreled and cut off contact with each other.

This is the unavoidable hidden injury in family inheritance, countless and difficult to sort out.

"Hmph!"

Ji Qingfeng sneered, disgust appearing in his eyes.

More and more people gathered, led by Ji Yue and Ji Qingyuan, and they were divided into two factions.

At the same time, the news here reached a certain building at the top of the Sacred Mountain.

On the back mountain with beautiful scenery, a small courtyard in the fields was in front.

Ji Yunge's figure became increasingly thin, drifting here.

He looked at the fertile fields and wells everywhere, and looked at the vegetable plots on the hills, his eyes carrying a bit of sadness and heartache.

He paused slightly and said to Ji Tianchao and others: "You all stay. For this final time, let Little Mu accompany me."

Ji Tianchao and others had sad eyes, looking at his nearly transparent body, holding back tears.

"Third Brother, I will not let any of the people who besieged you go!"

Ji Tianchao said, gritting his teeth.

Ji Yunge smiled slightly, took his wife's hand, and said: "Just don't forget what you promised me. Our Ji Clan's luck has arrived, and we will inevitably rise in the future!"

As he spoke, he smiled slightly at his wife and said no more, holding his wife's hand, and accompanied her to walk on this small path full of green grass.

"Father..."

Behind him, Ji Tianchao, along with his son and daughter-in-law, all looked at the two elderly figures walking away, their eyes sad.

Ji Yunqing bit his teeth slightly, looked at the distance behind him, and hatred appeared in his eyes:

"Third Brother is about to dissipate, yet those few guys are not willing to come over and take a look?!"

The fourth brother was silent. He knew who the sixth brother was talking about. When their parents died, the brothers had already fallen apart.

Ji Tianchao heard Ji Yunqing's words, his body trembled slightly. He clenched his fists slightly, but didn't speak.

They stood quietly outside the small courtyard. For a long time, until they heard Ji Ximu's wailing coming from inside, their bodies all trembled, and tears rolled down.

They knew that a generation of War God of the Ji Clan, Ji Yunge, had left forever.

"Third Brother!!"

Ji Tianchao roared at the sky, like a wounded beast wailing.

The fourth brother and Ji Yunqing just clenched their fists, their shoulders trembling slightly, restraining their emotions.

And the children of Ji Yunge beside them cried out, sobbing and choking.

At this time, a figure flew over from afar, and it was Ji Yunqing's daughter, Ji Qingmeng.

"Father."

Ji Qingmeng flew over. Seeing the sad appearance of several people, her expression changed slightly. Not seeing Ji Yunge's figure, she immediately realized something.

Ji Yunqing did not respond for a long time. When Ji Qingmeng called again, he stopped the emotions in his heart, turned his head with red eyes and said: "What is it?"

"That young man defeated Ji Yufen at the foot of the mountain. Now Ji Qingyuan and Fourth Aunt Yue are confronting each other there. News also came from the deliberation hall that the Clan Head agreed to let that child join the Ji Clan, but he must test his Sacred Bones to decide whether he counts as a direct descendant or born of a concubine."

Ji Qingmeng withdrew her mind and said quickly.

Hearing this, the children, daughters-in-law, and granddaughters of Ji Yunge beside them were all stunned for a moment.

They all had extremely good feelings for the child who sent their father's soul back, and were grateful in their hearts.

The other party could actually defeat Ji Yufen, which shows that what their father said earlier was not exaggerated at all.

"Ji Qingyuan!"

Ji Tianchao suddenly turned his head and stared at Ji Qingmeng like a wolf or a tiger. That gaze full of sadness and suppressed anger, although not aimed at Ji Qingqing, made her heart shrink.

"This is Third Brother's final wish. I want to see what they want to do!"

Ji Tianchao clenched his fists and stepped out suddenly. His figure actually disappeared in one step.

Ji Yunqing and others were worried that the ninth brother was impulsive, their expressions changed slightly, and they quickly followed.

At the belly of the mountain.

Ji Yue and Ji Qingfeng, who were arguing with clan rules and family laws, had sharp words. Ji Qingyuan, on the contrary, did not speak, just stood there quietly, like a big mountain, making the people around him feel breathless.

Bang!

Suddenly, Ji Qingyuan's eyes moved slightly, and then he saw the ground in the field suddenly sink.

A figure seemed to come through the air, appearing at extreme speed and landing in the field.

His feet did not land, but the bricks and tiles on the ground cracked!

"War God Tianchao!"

Seeing the figure clearly, the crowd outside the field was stunned, and then their expressions changed slightly, and they hurriedly bowed.

This War God was born of their direct lineage, making people more in awe, and also more sought after and loved.

"Ninth Uncle!"

Ji Qingfeng, who was arguing, saw the person clearly, his expression changed slightly, and his heartbeat couldn't help but speed up.

Although he knew from his father's generation that the grandfather doted on and protected this Ninth Uncle very much, and he was influenced by his father's generation and was dissatisfied with him in his heart, when the other party really stood in front of him, he always felt a sense of heart-pounding fear.

This pressure was simply too strong!

"So lively!"

Ji Tianchao's gaze was cold, looking around the audience, and soon noticed Li Hao in the guest hall.

After meeting the young man's gaze for a moment, he knew that the other party was the young man who sent Third Brother back.

He noticed the other young man sleeping soundly at Li Hao's feet and recognized that he was a prodigy of the younger generation of the Ji Clan.

Ji Tianchao's gaze swept over Ji Yue. To this fourth sister, he nodded slightly, and then cast his gaze on Ji Qingyuan.

Ji Qingyuan just looked over indifferently, but the gazes of the two seemed to have countless undercurrents colliding, rubbing out sparks that outsiders could not see.

Ji Tianchao's eyes were cold, but he didn't get angry directly. He waited until the whole audience was quiet before taking a deep breath, his voice cold:

"Our Ji Clan is an Ancient Sacred Clan, respecting martial arts!"

"Regardless of his background, this young man sending War God Yunge back is a great favor to our clan!"

"Who among you dares to be presumptuous here?!"

These words shook the whole audience. Many people with low realms only felt their blood surging and their eardrums aching.

Those people who were flying in the air watching the show also had their spiritual souls shaken, and hurriedly retracted their spiritual souls, not daring to fly.

This is the momentum of the Ji Clan's War God. The tens of thousands of people on the street square were all silent, not daring to speak.

Ji Qingfeng's expression changed slightly, wanting to speak, but seeing Ji Tianchao's cold gaze cast over, the words reached his lips, but he didn't dare to say them.

He could argue a few words with Aunt Ji Yue, but facing this Ninth Uncle, he was afraid from the heart.

"Are you being presumptuous here?!"

Ji Tianchao looked at the prodigies like Ji Minque.

Ji Minque and other prodigies' expressions changed suddenly, wanting to speak to defend themselves, but Ji Tianchao's next sentence directly blocked their mouths:

"Let your parents come and see me!"

"Talking about family laws and clan rules—today I will rectify the clan rules. Making moves against people in the guest hall—has our Ji Clan's etiquette all become chaotic?!"

Ji Tianchao roared, and everyone was terrified.

This War God Ji Tianchao is not like Ji Qingyuan. He has been a War God for many years and fought side by side with War God Yunge, accumulating heavy prestige.

And he is also born with Sacred Bones, has the bearing of asking the Sage in the future, and maybe one day, he will step into the Sacred Realm with half a foot!

Ji Qingyuan frowned slightly and said: "Tianchao, is it a bit inappropriate to scold our clan's prodigies for an outsider?"

Ji Tianchao opened his eyes wide, his anger erupting, like a lion ready to roar at any time:

"Do you have any objections? Qingyuan, as a War God, you don't preside over the overall situation here, but let them run wild. What kind of system is this!"

He scolded Ji Qingyuan in public, without giving any face!

Ji Qingyuan's expression changed suddenly, just about to speak, but was interrupted by Ji Tianchao's angry words:

"What outsider? He also has our Ji Clan's bloodline!"

"He sent War God Yunge back to our clan, letting the War God return his soul to his homeland and find peace. Who among you can have this merit, who can establish it?!"

His words were filled with anger, and it seemed he would be furious at any time.

These words made everyone's expressions change, and they were all silent.

"Ji Tianchao, these are two different things. War God Yunge returned, and we are naturally happy..."

Ji Qingyuan said.

But before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Ji Tianchao again. His whole body seemed to be flying with anger, roaring:

"Happy? My Third Brother hasn't left yet, and you are already making things difficult for the child who sent him back. Do you want him to leave with hatred?!"

Ji Yue was angry, pointing at Ji Qingyuan: "Back then, my Third Brother cut demons and removed monsters for the Ji Clan, killing other Sacred Clans until they were defeated and fled. Who among you didn't enjoy the shade under the tree, who didn't receive the grace?"

"Just because he sent my Third Brother back to the Ji Clan, he can be worshipped by you all. How dare you insult him like this?!"

"This is not bullying him; this is bullying my Third Brother, and bullying the Ji Clan's War God you worship!!"