Chapter 690: Yuehua Did Well, Elder 7 Loses His Composure!_1

Hao Tian Clan, within the simply decorated hall.

Tang Chen sat at the head, no one dared to sit beside him, let alone sit down at all.

All stood respectfully on both sides of the room.

Curiosity filled their eyes, all wondering about the ancestor's experiences in recent years.

"Ancestor, where have you been all these years, making Xiao'er and the entire sect search so hard for you?" Tang Xiao lamented, losing his Sect Master's dignity, like a child seeing a parent.

The third elder nodded in agreement, "Indeed, our spies have scoured all of Soul Land but failed to find any trace of you."

The corners of Tang Chen's mouth twitched.

He didn't want to say.

In the hearts of the Hao Tian Clan, he was invincible, having lived a life of glory, never having suffered hardship.

He naturally did not want to speak of his decline into the Slaughter King.

Too humiliating.

As one ages, sometimes what matters more is one's face.

"Let's not talk about the past, shall we?" Tang Chen waved his hand, indicating that it was time to turn the page on that matter.

Seeing that Tang Chen had no intention of discussing it further, everyone, despite their curiosity, dared not press further.

"Regardless, I am content now that you've returned," Tang Xiao declared, swinging his fist with vigor.

At that moment, the seventh elder stepped forward, sighing deeply, "Ancestor, in all these years of your absence, the Martial Soul Hall has bullied us greatly."

"Now that you have returned, you must seek revenge for us."

Tang Chen remained expressionless.

The crowd's excitement grew, thinking that the Ancestor must be angry, given his demeanor.

The seventh elder was even more elated internally.

Based on his understanding of Ancestor Tang Chen, with the Ancestor's pride, and hearing how the sect had been bullied for so many years—

Could he tolerate it?

It was likely only a matter of minutes before he led them to launch an assault.

The Hao Tian Clan was destined to regain its renown across Soul Land once more, and naturally, his status and fame as the seventh elder would rise along with the tide.

For his part, Tang Xiao clenched his fists at this point, his voice full of excitement:

"Ancestor, our Hao Tian Clan now includes, myself included, five new Titled Douluo-level powerhouses. With your strength added to ours, we are enough to contend with the Martial Soul Hall."

"Our demands for justice will surely make the Hao Tian Clan's name resound, and I suppose if the other party wishes to avoid mutual destruction, they wouldn't dare to engage us in a fierce battle."

Tang Chen remained impassive, spurring even greater excitement in the elders and Sect Master below.

True to an Ancestor's form, such a presence, truly powerful, surely calculating how to take down the Martial Soul Hall in his heart.

In fact, Tang Chen wanted to curse again inwardly.

You bunch of brats, not one of you suggests letting your Ancestor rest upon his return?

To lead you against the Martial Soul Hall?

Is the Martial Soul Hall a place we can just go to right now?

Setting aside Qian Daoliu, that old fellow whose strength is on par with his, even the Female Pope isn't a pushover.

And the man behind that woman, is he someone he can afford to provoke?

Tang Chen felt like scoffing.

Forget your puny arms and legs; even I, your Ancestor, am no match for that guy with a single blow.

Fighting? Nonsense.

After swearing inwardly, Tang Chen felt it wasn't right either.

This is bloody ridiculous; isn't it still all within the family, no matter which way he cursed?

Cursing outsiders is satisfying, no matter how you do it.

But cursing one's own family can easily end up cursing oneself.

Looking down at the elders and Sect Master, eagerly regarding him, Tang Chen didn't want to lose face in front of his descendants.

His voice was melodious, like the sound of heavenly music:

"Do you understand what 'vision' is?"

"Vision?"

Everyone was startled.

The third elder became excited inwardly, he reflected—

Is this our Ancestor?

Just by opening his mouth, the level of pretense is sky-high.

These words we seem not to understand.

But it doesn't matter if we don't understand; as long as it's something the Ancestor at his realm speaks, it must be impressive.

Tang Xiao scratched his head and said with a smile, "What do you mean by 'scope', Elder Ancestor? Please enlighten me."

Tang Chen nodded.

"This 'scope' is what I've come to understand after so many years of suffering and countless hardships."

"You all better listen carefully."

"Scope means that a great man must be flexible, able to bend and stretch. One must know how to adapt."

"Learn to let go."

"If you can let go of the obsession in your heart, your mind will open up, and your cultivation will advance without hindrance."

"Oh!!" Everyone looked as if they had just come to a sudden realization.

A smile appeared on Tang Chen's face.

"Do you all understand?"

"We do!" everyone answered.

A look of relief and satisfaction emerged on Tang Chen's face.

At this moment, the seventh elder cupped his hands together and said, "So, Ancestral Elder, when are we going to attack Martial Soul Hall for revenge?"

Chu!

Tang Chen felt his mentality collapse; he was so angry that he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

You said you had understood, what on earth did you understand!

He said irritably:

"Fight, fight, fight; is that all you know how to do?"

"The world of martial arts is not all about fighting and killing."

"Did you not just hear any of the 'scope' I was talking about?"

"Ah?"

Everyone looked confused, sensing something odd about the Ancestral Elder.

With the fiery temper the Ancestor used to have, by now he would have already led them on their way to attack Martial Soul Hall.

But now he seems to be backing down.

Is it just an illusion?

Tang Xiao shook his head repeatedly, throwing this thought out of his mind.

My ancestor is invincible in the world, honored as the number one warrior on land, how could he be a coward?

At this time, Tang Chen was afraid that another foolish person from below would rush out, clamoring for him to lead them in an attack on Martial Soul Hall.

He couldn't help but continue:

"You all have been living in seclusion here for so many years, resting and recuperating, which I think is very good. I hope you continue to maintain and promote this spirit of keeping a low profile."

"As for matters concerning Martial Soul Hall, there's no rush."

"We must show 'scope' and not compete with them in a game of who's more ruthless."

They were not fools; they picked up on the unusual tone in Tang Chen's words, and suddenly their expressions became strange.

What's going on?

Just now, he was teaching them to hold their heads high and be unyielding, had the Ancestor really become timid?

What exactly was he afraid of?

At this moment, Tang Yuehua stepped forward and said timidly:

"Grandfather, may I ask bluntly."

"Was it someone named Luo Yu who rescued you?"

Upon hearing this name, Tang Chen's eyes twitched.

He stared intently at his granddaughter below.

At this time, the seventh elder couldn't wait to jump out and harshly scolded:

"Tang Yuehua, in front of the Ancestral Elder, stop causing trouble."

"With the capabilities of the Ancestral Elder, who in heaven and earth could imprison or endanger him?"

"Why would he need someone to rescue him, mentioning that utterly ordinary boy is just a disgrace."

Tang Xiao also couldn't help but smile bitterly, stepping forward to persuade, "Yuehua, it's one thing to speak recklessly among ourselves, but you must not speak out of turn in front of the Ancestral Elder."

Tang Yuehua stomped her foot in frustration, "Why won't you believe me?"

The seventh elder snorted, "Do you think that such a large sect like ours can't find the Ancestor, so how could a mere boy do it?"

"The crises even the Ancestor has to face, how could that boy possibly cope?"

"Shut up!" Tang Yuehua stood ramrod straight, her beautiful eyes glaring fiercely, "Opening your mouth 'mere boy', closing it 'mere boy,' what do you consider the man I like?"

"Presumptuous, a mere junior, for the sake of an outsider man, you speak to this elder in such a manner?" the seventh elder retorted as his Nine Soul Rings flashed into existence…