Chapter 5: The Return of Our Ancestors

On the ninth day of February, in a wilderness outside Dongning City, the sky was gloomy.

"Yo." A melodious bird song rang out, and a huge bird bathed in thunder descended from the clouds, with two figures sitting cross legged on its back.

"Boom!"

As the bird approached the ground, thunder struck from its massive wings in all directions, causing the entire wilderness to shake. The electric snake dispersed and then dissipated.

At this moment, two figures fell from the back of the bird.

One is a middle-aged woman, and the other is an old woman leaning on a cane.

"Miss Huang, I have arrived at my hometown. You can go back," the old woman leaning on her cane smiled.

"Sister Meng." The middle-aged woman had a hint of tears in her eyes. Her 'Sister Meng' had not been so old before, but this time she was seriously injured and her old appearance was evident. However, her appearance still vaguely showed that the old woman was also a beauty when she was young.

"We may find it difficult to meet again after this farewell," the old woman sighed and smiled, "but I'm pretty good. At least before I die, I can go back to my hometown and spend the last few years of my life there. Those who died in battle are really a pile of yellow soil."

"Sister Meng, if you need any help from me, just write a letter and I, Huang Xiang, will do my best." The middle-aged woman said solemnly.

"If it's up to you, I'll speak up," the old woman smiled. "Alright, hurry back."

The middle-aged woman looked carefully at the old woman, and finally jumped onto the back of the bird. Soon, the bird shook its wings, and thunder filled the void in all directions.

Huh.

Carrying thunder and lightning, the birds quickly soared into the sky and disappeared into the sky.

The old woman watched her companion leave before turning her head to Dongning City with a smile on her face and saying, "It's time to go home. I can return to my roots with fallen leaves. God treats me well!"

"Dong."

The crutch in the old woman's hand lightly tapped the ground, causing ripples of emptiness to rise at the tapping point, spreading in all directions and covering a hundred zhang radius.

She held a cane, shrouded in ripples, and walked towards Dongning City, each step measuring tens of zhang. Even as they walked past some pedestrians and caravans on the official road, those people seemed to have not seen the 'old woman' and continued to chat and smile.

In a moment, she arrived at the entrance of the city gate.

"Dongning City."

The old woman leaned on her cane and looked at the magnificent city in front of her.

This is her hometown! A place where one lived in their youth.

The old woman continued to move forward with a smile, but a large number of people at the city gate, including the guards, did not see the old woman. The old woman seemed to not exist in this world, so she entered the city, walked on the streets, and then arrived at the ancestral home of the Meng family.

Enter the ancestral home.

There are many people patrolling the ancestral home, but no one can see the old woman.

"Gugugugu." In one of the small courtyards of the ancestral house, the chubby old man was drinking a muffled wine.

"Ping Ping, are you stealing alcohol?" A voice rang out in the courtyard.

The chubby old man was so frightened that he couldn't help but look around and say, "Third sister, is that you? Third sister?"

An old woman leaning on a cane appeared out of thin air in the yard, smiling at him.

"Third Sister."

The chubby old man's eyes turned red, and he was the only biological younger brother of Meng Xiangu. Although other elders in the family also call them "Third Sister", it is because the family is too large. After all, with a history of thousands of years, many of the family's children are separated by several layers. The chubby old man's name is Meng Yanping, the contemporary head of the Meng family. He is nearly twenty years younger than Meng Xiangu, so when he was young, he was also led by Meng Xiangu, both as an elder sister and as a mother.

In his heart, his third sister had always been so young, so beautiful, so capable, but now she has grown so old.

"Why cry? I'm not living well," the old woman smiled.

"Third sister, is your injury really incurable?" the chubby old man pursued.

"As long as you don't fight hard, you can still live for seven or eight years," the old woman said calmly. "People have life, age, illness, and death, and even gods and demons have a limit to their lifespan. What's so sad about it? The next few years are enough for me to properly place my Meng family. The news of my serious injury has been transmitted back. What's going on in Dongning Prefecture?"

"The Yun family and my Meng family have terminated their engagement, which is the engagement of Meng Chuan's little guy," said the chubby old man. "As for the rest, the four major divine and demon families are only making small moves and dare not really provoke my Meng family."

"Well, when the engagement was first made, Yun Wanhai also wanted to borrow the power of my Meng family. Now that I am seriously injured, it is normal for him to terminate the younger generation's engagement."

The old woman ordered, "By the way, Ping Ping..."

"Third sister, I'm already ninety years old and still the head of the Meng family. Can you call me by my name?" the chubby old man couldn't help but say.

"Oh, good, good, good. I'll give you face," the old woman smiled. "Meng Pingping, go and gather all the elders in the clan to the Flame Hall. I want to see you."

"What Meng Pingping, my name is Meng Yanping." The chubby old man muttered, but quickly went to gather the family elders.

Being both a mother and a sister raised him.

Protecting him and bringing him to where he is today.

Listening to his sister calling him "Ping Ping", the clan leader Meng Yanping also felt that walking was more energetic.

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The ancestral home of the Meng family, the blazing hall.

Only the most important matters within the family come here. Today, the area around the Flame Hall is heavily guarded.

In the main hall.

Meng Xiangu stood there with a cane, looking up at the plaque inside the hall - the word "blazing fire".

The clan leader and all the elders stood respectfully, and not a single one dared to speak up.

In terms of age

Meng Xiangu is 112 years old this year and is the oldest in her family. In terms of strength, Meng Xiangu became a god and demon at the age of 35, sheltering the Meng family for nearly 80 years. The Meng family also flourished for 80 years, and its prestige is beyond doubt. She gave an order, fearing that many members of her tribe would not hesitate to die.

After reading the words "blazing fire" on the plaque for a long time, Meng Xiangu turned around and scanned the elders present, all of whom bowed nervously.

"My Meng family is a young generation, do they have any talent that could potentially become gods and demons?" Meng Xiangu asked. Although the Meng family has been rooted in Dongning Mansion for a thousand years, only two gods and demons have emerged. One is the ancestor of Yushan five hundred years ago, and the other is Meng Xiangu. During their time, the Meng family reached its peak. Meng Xiangu's greatest expectation is

Can cultivate the third god and demon in the history of the family.

Originally, she could patiently and slowly search for suitable successors for cultivation, but now time is too tight, so she can only choose short stature.

"Dajiang has a great talent. At the age of nineteen, he mastered the secret techniques of swordsmanship, and at thirty, he mastered the techniques of swordsmanship. Now at forty-seven years old... there is also a glimmer of hope for him to become a god or a demon," said the bald and frail old man.

"Da Jiang?"

Meng Xiangu looked at Meng Dajiang standing on the side.

"Auntie," plump Meng Dajiang saluted repeatedly.

"Have you ever condensed pills?" Meng Xiangu asked.

Meng Dajiang shook his head.

Meng Xiangu frowned, at the age of 47, she had not even achieved the Condensing Pill, and her hope of becoming a god and demon was really slim.

"What about the younger generation?" Meng Xiangu asked after her.

"Young generation, three of them are still successful," said clan leader Meng Yanping repeatedly. "Meng Zhu is 23 years old and has no leaks. He is currently serving in the military at Qinyang Pass and has mastered his secret skills at the age of 19. There is also the girl 'Meng Wenying', who has become a top swordsman at the age of 16 and 12. There is also Da Jiang's son 'Meng Chuan', who is 15 years old and 13 years old.". Meng Wenying and Meng Chuan are both young, but they have not yet mastered the secret techniques

Meng Xiangu remained silent.

Meng Zhu didn't realize his secret skills until he was nineteen years old. It's really too late for him to become a god or a demon! Because I don't even know which year it was when I realized the power, becoming a god or demon would be even more distant.

Meng Wenying and Meng Chuan, one is sixteen and the other is fifteen, and time is also tight. The key is that they have not even mastered the secret skills.

She wanted to choose among the shorter ones, but she really couldn't choose.

"You all go back," Meng Xiangu said coldly. "In the next few years, the younger generation of the entire family will increase their training. This is the top priority of the family, and nothing else is important. Before I die, I want to see a seedling that has the potential to become a god or demon."

Obviously, I haven't seen any outstanding ones, so I can only cast a wide net and hope that those young people aged eight, nine, eleven, or twelve will emerge as geniuses.

"Yes," the clan leader and all the elders responded in unison.

"This matter is related to the rise and fall of the family, and we cannot afford to neglect it at all. If there are those who are wealthy, they will be dealt with directly by family law." Meng Xiangu finished speaking and walked out with a cane.