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As Hu Zhenkui's voice faded away.

Almost simultaneously, a wave of applause and cheers erupted.

Countless gazes, filled with undisguised envy and eagerness, focused on the two people in the room.

Especially the older generation of clansmen, whose hair and beards were turning white, had complex light flickering in the depths of their cloudy eyes.

They knew better than anyone what this move meant.

It's not just about glory and money; it's about the opportunity to access power far beyond the ordinary.

"After the ceremony, the three of you, along with the children who have turned fifteen this year, should not leave yet. I have something to tell you."

Hu Zhenkui's gaze swept over Hu Long, Hu Zetong, and the clansman wearing a black vest who was lifting a 400-jin stone lock.

His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly through the noise.

After he finished speaking, he turned to the crowd.

"The Ancestral Worship Ceremony is complete; the Ancestral Worship Ceremony continues!"

The person holding the hammer is a significant figure in ancestral worship.

The name comes from the fact that one must steadily lift two hundred-pound stone hammers during the next ceremony.

Of course, the most tangible reward on the surface is a million-dollar prize.

Subsequently, apart from the repeated discussions about lifting the tripod, the remaining sacrificial rites proceeded as usual.

Staff members entered the room and began applying makeup to Hu Long, dressing him in dark and heavy armor, and using special pigments to outline unique patterns on his cheeks and forehead.

Before long, he had dressed up as the stone statue of Hu Wei, the founding ancestor of the clan, holding a hammer in each hand, standing solemnly in the center of the platform, receiving the bows and worship of the entire clan.

This ritual lasted for a full three hours.

As the sun began to set and dusk fell, the annual ancestral worship ceremony came to a slow close after everyone had finished their feast.

Hu Long's role as the "hammer bearer" has finally been fulfilled.

Only then were Hu Chengwen, He Yanling, and Hu Zhao, who had been waiting at the edge of the crowd, able to step forward.

"Xiao Long, are you feeling unwell anywhere?"

He Yanling immediately reached out and gently pressed on Hu Long's body to check him, fearing that he had used too much force and injured his body.

"Xiao Long, I never expected you to make your sister so proud today!"

Hu Zhao reached out and patted Hu Long on the shoulder, the smile on his lips not fading.

Hu Xiao's longtime nemesis, a woman with a foul mouth, actually apologized and softened her stance for the first time today.

She naturally understood that all of this was because of her younger brother.

"By the way, how did you do that? I never knew you were so strong!"

Hu Chengwen didn't speak, but his eyes also held a question.

His son had participated in ancestral worship ceremonies before.

However, they did not achieve any good results in the "Resilience Festival," and logically speaking, they did not have the aptitude for that.

But today's performance greatly exceeded his expectations.

Even if someone has trained, they shouldn't have such exaggerated strength.

"It's nothing, maybe it's just a second puberty."

Hu Long did not offer much explanation.

This is something that can't be explained at all; we can only say it based on this reasoning.

Moreover, some things don't need to be explained clearly.

"Anyway, you did a great job!"

Hu Chengwen saw this.

Naturally, he understood what Hu Long meant, and wisely kept quiet, not pressing the matter further.

……

then.

After taking the group photo.

The ancestral worship ceremony is almost over.

The members of the Hu family gradually left the ancestral hall. Except for a very few who drove away, most of the clansmen remained where they were.

Then they all gathered around the Hu Long family and the Hu Zetong family.

"I told you long ago, Xiao Long is no ordinary child; he can even lift the Deer Cauldron."

"Chengwen, we've grown a bit distant these past few years. Our two families should keep in touch more often in the future."

"I used to work with the old man. I never expected him to leave us so soon... If he knew in the afterlife that his grandson was so successful, he would be so happy."

……

Congratulations, praise, and attempts to establish connections were heard one after another.

Among the crowd were even some clansmen who were estranged from Hu Chengwen's family and rarely interacted with them.

Some of them came from wealthier families, while others were quite prestigious in the area. They all approached with smiles on their faces.

"It was all just luck!"

Hu Chengwen's smile never stopped as he chatted happily with these clansmen.

Although he was doing quite well among his clansmen because of his status, it was impossible for him to have everyone revolve around him, since there were quite a few people in the Hu clansmen who were doing better than him.

But now, everyone is flattering themselves.

All of this was simply because Hu Long became the "hammer holder".

If it were just this one thing, it would be impossible for these people to be so attentive.

The most important point is that Hu Long lifted the 1,200-pound deer-shaped cauldron.

This, in a way, shows that Hu Long's potential far surpasses that of the previous "hammer bearers".

Becoming a member of the family is almost a certainty.

You can even go further down that path.

As a member of the Hu clan, with his wealth and status, he naturally knew far more than others.

They also understand the nuances of the matter better, and being able to build closer relationships would be ideal.

While dealing with these clansmen, Hu Chengwen couldn't help but turn his gaze to the ancestral hall.

A sense of anticipation rose in my heart.

"I wonder what the outcome will be."

……

The large ancestral hall was now much emptier, as the members of the collateral branches had already dispersed.

A row of people stood in the very center, the members of Hu Zhenkui's family.

Opposite them was a group of teenagers around fifteen years old, including Hu Long.

He and the other man in the black vest were the two oldest in the group.

……

"Our Hu family has continued for 672 years. We hope that you can unite as one in the future and continue the Hu family line..."

Hu Zhenkui stood with his hands behind his back.

He looked at the crowd below and spoke in a deep voice.

A dynasty lasting a hundred years, a clan lasting a thousand years.

Historically, even some changes of royal power have inevitably involved the shadow of clans.

Blood ties are the strongest bond, because they unite clans more closely than any other power.

Even for some powerful clans, the emperor himself was nothing more than a pawn.

This is enough to illustrate the terrifying influence of clans.

The Hu family.

In some respects, it belongs to this category.

"...However, the reason why our Hu family has been able to survive to this day, besides the unity of the clan members and their joint efforts against external enemies, is that there is something else that is the foundation of our clan and the reason why we have been able to survive to this day without being wiped out!"

Hu Zhenkui's voice continued, getting to the important part.

However, Hu Zhenkui stopped there.

"Great-grandfather, what exactly is the reason?"

Hu Zetong, who was standing to the side, was the first to ask a question.

I was intrigued by their deliberate suspense.

Hu Long remained silent.

However, he already had a vague suspicion about this.

Upon hearing this, Hu Zhenkui chuckled but did not explain directly.

"Don't rush into that. You need to do a simple test first."