From the fake emperor to the concubine

Zheng Chengbai nodded innocently: "Yes, this is what my ancestors gave me."

Zheng Tianhao read the cultivation method he had written over and over again for a long time, but the more he read, the more confused he became.

This cultivation method was completely different from what he had imagined: "Can this thing really be cultivated?"

Upon hearing the clan leader's words, Zheng Chengbai immediately swore an oath: "Clan leader, I swear to heaven that I have absolutely not hidden a single word from you. If I am lying, may I die a horrible death!"

Zheng Tianhao smiled and waved his hand: "We're all family, I've never doubted you."

Even if he doesn't trust Zheng Chengbai, he can't possibly distrust his ancestors.

Leaving aside the question of what this technique actually is, he won't even mention the names of the three techniques that the ancestor presented: "Beginner Level," "Proficient Level," and "Master Level."

But the content is absolutely terrifying.

Even he himself has benefited greatly from studying the beginner-level cultivation techniques.

For this reason, many elders and experts of the Zheng family are actually secretly relearning the beginner-level techniques.

This thing is many times more powerful than the techniques they used to practice.

However, human desires are never satisfied, even with such powerful techniques.

They just want more.

Such a powerful technique, and the ancestor passed it on to them so easily.

Now, for reasons unknown, how could they possibly conceal the fact that they created cultivation techniques for their own descendants?
As for Zheng Chengbai, he was, after all, a junior member of his family, and he really didn't think the other party would lie about such a thing.

Undeterred, Zheng Tianming pressed on, asking, "Can you really understand these things?"

He wasn't doubting anything; he was simply curious.

If he were to cultivate based on what's written here...

He estimated that in a few days, his meridians would be completely severed, and he would die from qi deviation.

Zheng Chengbai was secretly pleased, but of course he dared not show it at all. He nodded and said in a nonchalant manner, "I can understand it. The things on it are very simple."

"Although the cultivation technique bestowed upon me by my ancestors may not seem to have brought any benefits to the family, I feel that it is particularly suitable for me to cultivate."

With his limited knowledge, he naturally couldn't distinguish between the good and bad of these techniques. However, since he had received the benefits, he should at least appear humble, shouldn't he?

Zheng Tianhao, Zheng Tianming, and others tried it for many days in a row.

Ultimately, he was forced to discover that the skill passed down to Zheng Chengbai by his ancestor was something that almost no one but himself could master.

Within the family, there were a few people with exceptional talent who could barely discern some of the secrets.

Unfortunately, what they painstakingly researched was at most the level of something Zheng Chengbai had just casually thought about.

Even if they have a sudden flash of inspiration while they are painstakingly researching and come up with a completely different approach.

Zheng Chengbai only needs to glance at it to surpass his teachers. Not only does he do better than them, he completely crushes them.

In this situation, they would be better off cultivating the technique Zheng Yi passed down to his family. Studying Zheng Chengbai's technique would be a complete waste of their time and effort.

Zheng Chengbai was the one who benefited the most from this process.

In order to study the problems with his technique, the clan leader sent many family experts to conduct research.

The findings of these studies cannot be kept from the person involved.

Even though this technique suits him perfectly, he is limited by his own strength, and many things need to be accumulated slowly.

Now, it can be said that he has avoided decades of detours in one fell swoop.

"It seems that this cultivation technique is indeed only suitable for Cheng Bai, so let's not even think about it," Zheng Tianhao said disappointedly.

Zheng Tianming said sourly, "Tell me, what exactly did Zheng Chengbai do to please the Ancestor so much that a cultivation technique was created specifically for him?"

Hearing his sour tone, Zheng Tianhao couldn't help but laugh: "How old are you? How can you be jealous of a junior?"

Zheng Tianming rolled his eyes at him: "I admit I'm a little jealous, but the reason I want to know the reason isn't for my own sake."

"You are the clan leader, don't you ever think that if more descendants could win the favor of the ancestor, would the ancestor create a separate cultivation technique for each of them?"

Even if we can't cultivate these techniques, they are still a good way to enhance the family's power.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Tianhao was stunned and stared at Zheng Tianming as if he had seen a ghost.

The latter felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze and instinctively adopted a defensive posture, asking warily, "What do you want?"

Zheng Tianhao nodded slowly and said approvingly, "This is the first time I've known you could be so smart."

"Of course!" Zheng Tianming proudly raised his head, but then realized, "Wait a minute! Are you praising me or insulting me?"

Zheng Yi, who was diligently studying the cultivation technique, learned from his previous mistake of accidentally absorbing the spiritual energy of his own descendants.

During the research, he became much more restrained, able to limit the range of his spiritual energy absorption to the vicinity of the secluded stone chamber.

It shouldn't affect the Zheng family members who come and go.

Just as he was focusing on studying the cultivation technique, a commotion suddenly interrupted Zheng Yi's research.

His divine sense swept around the secluded stone chamber.

Even with Zheng Yi's extensive experience and numerous experiences, he was momentarily stunned.

The once quiet courtyard was now bustling with activity, almost like a vegetable market.

In the courtyard, there were opera singers, magicians, vendors, and people carrying bricks and wood.

It can be said that almost any profession Zheng Yi can think of can be found in the courtyard now.

These voices, when combined, are filled with the atmosphere of everyday life.

If I weren't certain that I didn't possess any special aura...

Zheng Yi couldn't help but wonder if he had just transmigrated and then inexplicably transmigrated to another world.

It wasn't until Zheng Yi discovered that everyone present was a member of the Zheng family, without exception.

Moreover, these people all have some of his bloodline in them, more or less.

Zheng Yicai believed that he had indeed not traveled through time.

But precisely because of this, Zheng Yi was even more confused.

Why are they making such a big commotion all of a sudden?
On the surface, these members of the Zheng family were all doing their own thing, and doing it very attentively.

Most importantly, this is not a performance. For example, those opera singers, if placed in the secular world, would definitely become world-renowned stars.

Even those who played manual laborers carrying bricks and wood had rough, dark skin, giving the impression that they had really done manual labor and had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time to become like that.

If these people's divine senses were intentionally or unintentionally sweeping towards the stone chamber, Zheng Yi would definitely believe that these guys were doing it out of interest and hobby, and definitely not for any other purpose.

"So that's how it is?" Zheng Yi quickly understood their thoughts and suddenly felt an urge to bang his head against a tree. It was definitely their own problem; it had absolutely nothing to do with bloodlines or anything like that.

Zheng Yi absolutely refuses to admit that all the people with his bloodline are idiots.

Zheng Yi could roughly guess their purpose for coming here by simply thinking about what he had done before.

He simply wanted to replicate Cheng Baicheng's success and become the next lucky one to receive direct power from his ancestor.

But these guys had no idea that he didn't have any special quirks.

Would they create a special technique just for someone who is good at singing opera?

The main reason Zheng Yi created the cultivation technique for Zheng Chengbai was that he accidentally absorbed all of Zheng Chengbai's spiritual energy while practicing it.

To put it bluntly, it's just a form of compensation.

Moreover, even with such compensation, it depends on the other party's talent and aptitude.

If he truly had no talent for cultivation, Zheng Yi wouldn't have done something like forcing growth.

However, the Zheng family members could not possibly know his thoughts.

Anyway, we are all trying our best to do our jobs well right now.

Although the courtyard wasn't small, there were still a lot of Zheng family members.

Most importantly, these guys will stop at nothing to attract the attention of their ancestors.

The brand-new stage is filled with all sorts of props.

A two-story stage with carved beams and painted rafters.

The blue bricks are the size of four stone lions.

Even candied hawthorns made with relatively rare spiritual fruits.

In a corner of the courtyard, Zheng Tianming proudly showed off to Zheng Tianhao.

"How about it? We've made such a fuss, I refuse to believe we can't satisfy our ancestors."

Zheng Tianhao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot.

He had to admit that he had overestimated his younger brother.

Zheng Tianming had previously told him that he needed to figure out why the ancestor had to pass on his skills to the family members during his seclusion.

Although he secretly mocked his younger brother, he also felt that what he said made sense.

That's why he entrusted this matter to Zheng Tianming.

"You..." Zheng Tianhao was so angry at the scene that he could hardly speak.

Zheng Tianming seemed completely unable to understand Zheng Tianhao's expression, which looked like it was about to explode.

He proudly raised his head, as if waiting for his older brother's praise.

God knows how much effort Zheng Tianhao had to suppress the urge to immediately beat Zheng Tianming up.

"You idiot, how could I have such a stupid brother like you? Hurry up and get all these people to leave."

"If it weren't for you, who grew up with me since childhood, I would have suspected that you were an undercover agent sent by another force to sabotage the relationship between our ancestor and the Zheng family.

Originally hoping to take credit, Zheng Tianming was instead met with a severe scolding, which immediately made him resentful.

"Brother, even if you're jealous of me, you don't have to be so blatant in suppressing me, do you?"

"All the members of our family are here now, and they have all shown their best skills, all to make our ancestor happy."

"You actually want them all to leave now, and you don't want to make the ancestors happy."

"You dare to talk back to me? I think you're the spy sent by another force to deal with our Zheng family!"

Zheng Tianming initially only subconsciously refuted, but the more he talked, the more he felt that his words made sense.

He glanced around warily and saw that the family members were all performing with great effort, and not many people were paying attention to them.

Zheng Tianming lowered his voice and said, "No way, brother, you really have shady dealings with other forces?"

"But don't worry, we're brothers. If anything really happens to you, I'll definitely find a way to cover up your identity and make sure you're not remembered for your infamy." Zheng Tianming said, nudging Zheng Tianhao with his elbow, his face saying, "I'm only doing this for your brother's sake."

Zheng Tianhao's face was as red as the bottom of a pot, and he was practically grinding his teeth to powder.

He never expected that this guy would not only be unrepentant, but would also dare to bite back.

He casually set up a barrier, enveloping the two of them, and Zheng Tianhao immediately cursed and swung his fist at Zheng Tianming.

"Damn, you're actually serious. Don't think that just because you're the boss you can be unreasonable." He retorted without fear.

The two cultivators exchanged blows, like two children bickering, fighting until the world seemed to end.

Zheng Tianhao's barrier can defend against others, so it naturally cannot defend against Zheng Yi.

He watched these two disrespectful old men fighting like children, and he really wanted to just strangle them.

Zheng Yi believed that even if he couldn't compare to the almost supernaturally wise Zhuge Liang, he was at least a smart person.
But why?
Why are his descendants like this...?

Well, Zheng Yi couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe them for a moment.

It wouldn't be fair to call them stupid, since they can be quite shrewd at times.

But to say they are smart...

Zheng Yi had no idea how they had managed to create this scene that resembled a vegetable market.

After a long while, Zheng Tianhao and Zheng Tianming, who were both bruised and battered, finally stopped.

The two lay on the ground, bruised and swollen, groaning.

"Brother, your strength is not what it used to be. In that battle fifteen years ago, I only lasted for twenty-six breaths, but now, we've been fighting for almost an incense stick's time, and you still can't do anything to me."

Zheng Yi felt a chill; their mental maturity was probably not even as good as that of teenagers.

Zheng Tianhao rolled his eyes in annoyance, then casually treated himself, and the bruises on his face disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"You're still not convinced when I call you stupid. The reason our ancestor went into seclusion was to cultivate and research new techniques. In this situation, what is needed most is quiet, and what is most taboo is noise."

"With so many family disciples singing and dancing, isn't that interfering with the ancestor's cultivation?"

"Now tell me yourself, was it right or wrong of me to insult you?"

Zheng Tianming suddenly realized and slapped his forehead: "That's right, how could I forget that?"

"In that case, we really shouldn't make such a fuss. We should quickly get those disciples to leave, so as not to affect the Ancestor's cultivation."

"Otherwise, wouldn't I become a great sinner to our Zheng family?" (End of Chapter)