Ordinary People: Starting with the Chen Clan

In the northwest corner of the Hidden Moon Sect, there is a small peak about seventy miles away from the main peak of the Hidden Moon Sect's spiritual vein.

It is no more than a hundred feet high, and the mountain range is extremely flat, covering an area of ​​less than ten miles. Although spiritual energy exists, one can find that the spiritual energy is somewhat impure by meditating on the mountain.

It's enough for Qi Refining cultivators, but it's a bit meager for Foundation Establishment cultivators.

If two Foundation Establishment cultivators were to settle here as well, some might suspect that this sacred mountain might contain some spiritual energy.

Meanwhile, in a sunlit cave halfway up the mountain, the sword marks on the stone walls still looked fresh and white, and the sharp edges were still quite prominent.

In the central hall of the cave, seven figures were gathered, making the small living room, which was no more than ten feet in size, seem cramped.

"Chen Houyu, you didn't call us over just to drink your lousy tea, did you..."

The seven people had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time, and on the tea table beside them, several teapots were only half full of tea.

He was somewhat plump, with a Taoist robe haphazardly draped over his body, loose and baggy, the collar wide open, revealing his thick chest. Although his eyes were small, they always had a shrewd look in them.

At this moment, he was scrutinizing the two people sitting in the main seat, looking at an old Taoist priest who was fair-skinned, beardless, and appeared to be around fifty years old.

His eyes revealed a hint of disdain, as well as a wariness that he himself might not even be aware of.

"Why is Houqian so angry? I have indeed invited everyone here to discuss an important matter."

The old Taoist paused slightly, his eyes sweeping over everyone present, before continuing, "As you all probably already know, Xuanzhou is preparing to control the Foundation Establishment stage of the 'Blood Refining Divine Light' cultivation technique."

What are your thoughts on this?

Of the six people present, apart from Chen Houjing sitting next to him, the other five were clearly not expecting that he had gathered everyone here for this very reason.

The five people glanced at each other, each with a different look in their eyes.

However, most of them did not show much emotion in their eyes, appearing rather calm.

Indeed, for everyone present, who had already successfully established their foundation, there was no need to touch such a secret technique fraught with hidden dangers.

As for descendants, among the few present, only one of them, sitting at the end of the table, was a middle-aged scholar dressed as a man in his thirties or forties. Chen Houyu had a grandson with three spiritual roots who had just embarked on the path of immortality.

With his care, his grandson might not need to cultivate such secret techniques. At least, with a little more effort, it wouldn't be a problem to ask Chen Xuanzhou to take him into the Hidden Moon Sect.

Seeing that no one present spoke, Chen Houyu's face remained calm and expressionless, and he spoke again.

"As far as I know, the reason why Xuanzhou was accepted as a disciple by Master Qiong was to make him a trial practitioner of the cultivation method."

Xuanzhou now attaches great importance to this Crimson Trial, not only having three members of the clan participate, but also reportedly training together as a team before the trial began.

What do you think the head of the family is trying to achieve by doing this?

"You two old foxes, just tell me straight, what exactly do you want?"

We don't have time to play those little tricks with you guys. And where did you get this information from?

It would be best to make this clear as well. We don't want to be swept into that torrent without knowing why; we're just bubbles that can't withstand even the slightest splash.

As soon as Chen Houyu finished speaking, Chen Houqian straightened up, his tone firm and leaving no room for rebuttal.

Upon hearing Chen Houqian's words, two of the others, who had just slightly propped themselves up, paused for a moment before sinking back into the stone chairs.

"You two are courting death by plotting against a Core Formation cultivator. Don't drag the entire Chen family down with you."

Sitting to Chen Houyu's left was a man dressed in a light gray Taoist robe. He usually had a kind and honest appearance, but now he looked like an enraged lion, with a hidden glint of lightning in his eyes.

"Tell me, who exactly promised you what benefits, that made you dare to gamble with the entire Chen family!"

All five eyes turned to them. If what Chen Zhongyu said was true, then these two were truly despicable.

If they were to be found out by Master Qiong, even death would be a luxury for them.

After all, strictly speaking, they were still disciples of Master Qiong. Regardless of the reason for their rebellion against their master, burning their soul lamps was a relatively lenient punishment!

So the five of them are still sitting here, not because they still want to participate, but because they want to get those two traitors to open their mouths.

At least I need to know something so that I can atone for my sins before Master Qiong!

In an instant, the air in the already small hall seemed to be sucked away by an invisible giant hand.

Five streams, some blazing hot, some icy cold, some as heavy as mountains, intertwined within this space, which was no more than ten feet in diameter.

Then it coalesced into a chaotic, explosive torrent, pressing down on the two people in the main seats.

An invisible force field, like tangible mercury, instantly filled every corner, smoothing the previously somewhat jarring edges of the wall to a smooth, jade-like finish.

Above the dome, the fist-sized luminous pearls instantly emitted creaking sounds, and within a few breaths, they broke apart with a crack.

The once bright and clear hall immediately became dim, and for a moment everyone's faces became gloomy and inscrutable.

"Compared to the sinking ship that is Qiong Zhenren, or even, to put it disrespectfully, it may have already sunk by now."

Why can't we choose a spirit ship that soars through the heavens?

And when did I ever say that we needed to stroke the tiger's whiskers? We only need to...

Time passed slowly, and the previously tense atmosphere in the hall gradually subsided.

At this moment, Chen Xuanzhou was completely unaware of what was happening in the sect. He was currently sitting with his eyes closed, seemingly meditating.

However, for some reason, his eyelids always twitch slightly.

Meanwhile, in the Crimson Secret Realm, the 'young ape' only let out a few low growls before the four demonic apes around it immediately pounded their chests and charged forward.

Its golden fur was intertwined and tangled, as if it had transformed into a layer of golden soft armor.

Before the demonic apes could strike the three firebirds with their paws, two beams of dark yellow light arrived first and instantly hit two of the firebirds.

The raging flames that had been burning the surrounding area suddenly dimmed, and the entire flame body became sluggish, as if it were sinking into a quagmire in the void.

Taking advantage of this gap, the two giant apes immediately flew forward, their fists raining down like raindrops as they frantically attacked the firebird.

The raging fire, which was originally something that even second-tier demonic beasts had to be careful to deal with, was now like a warm sun, leaving no mark on the fists of the two demonic apes.

The remaining firebird, unaffected, had already passed the other two and was approaching the little ape like a rocket.