The Mysterious Immortal Clan: Rising from the moment I died!

"Creak!"

The door hinges emitted a chilling sound, as if it were some kind of ominous premonition.

at this time.

A passing maid was drawn by the noise coming from the ancestral hall, so she curiously went in to see what was happening.

however.

The moment she stepped into the ancestral hall, the scene before her completely stunned her.

The altar and side tables were in a mess, and in the midst of the chaos, a boy with his back to him was lying half-naked on a chair.

"what!"

The maid's eyes widened instantly, a wave of fear and shock washing over her, and she couldn't help but let out a deafening scream—"Ah!"

Even more unexpectedly, after screaming, the maid was so frightened that she fainted and collapsed limply to the ground.

Before that.

At Xiuwu Square, a bonfire was burning brightly, and the sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air, creating a lively atmosphere.

Everyone was drinking and eating heartily, celebrating Ni Yongshuang and Ni Yongwu's successful advancement to Foundation Establishment cultivators.

however.

Amidst this joyful atmosphere, one person appeared deeply worried.

At this moment, Ni Yongxiao was thinking about his father, and he wanted to share this good news with Ni Kun as soon as possible.

However, ever since the seventh sister and eighth brother broke through their limits, they have never been able to find their father.

So, while everyone was completely drunk...

Ni Yongxiao left the banquet alone and walked slowly toward the ancestral hall.

When he arrived at the ancestral hall, he suddenly heard that scream.

"not good!"

Ni Yongxiao's heart tightened suddenly, and an ominous premonition surged into his mind.

however.

The moment he rushed across the threshold of the ancestral hall, the scene before him ignited his anger instantly.

"How dare you!"

The maid was lying unconscious on the ground, and the altar and side tables were in complete disarray, as if a fierce fight had just taken place.

"Stop right there!"

Ni Yongxiao roared in uncontrollable rage, his voice echoing through the empty ancestral hall, carrying boundless anger and majesty.

but.

As he looked at the boy in front of him, a feeling that was both strange and familiar welled up in his heart.

So he approached for a closer look and saw that, in the candlelight, the young man was exceptionally handsome, with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a face like jade. Although he was dressed in a yellow cloth that made him look a little embarrassed, it could not hide his dashing and debonair manner.

Ni Yongxiao was secretly surprised: "When did my Ni family acquire such a handsome young man?"

He thought to himself, "My Ni family mansion is heavily guarded. Outsiders could never easily sneak up to the mountainside."

With everyone in the mansion present tonight, how could an outsider possibly pass through the three major building complexes?

Besides, why would a boy specifically come to the ancestral hall to steal offerings? That just doesn't make sense!

Just when Ni Yongxiao was completely baffled...

"Ah-Xiao!"

This shout was like a bolt from the blue, almost causing Ni Yongxiao to kneel down on the spot.

You should know that within the entire Ni family...

Even his second son, Ni Yongwen, and third daughter, Ni Yongci, only addressed Ni Yongxiao as "Fourth Brother!"

The only person who dared to call someone that is now buried under a mountain of weeds.

And now, this young man dares to call him by his name so directly, which is really too audacious!

Thinking of this, Ni Yongxiao suddenly wanted to capture and reprimand him.

But in that split second, he suddenly thought of someone and a certain possibility.

"Thump!"

Ni Yongxiao's body trembled violently as if he had been electrocuted, and an overwhelming surge of excitement welled up in his heart.

"Ta-da!"

He strode forward, as if drawn by a powerful force, his pace quickening until he was almost running towards the figure ahead.

Then he grabbed Ni Kun's fair arm, and in an instant, he felt an unusual chill, and at the same time realized that the boy's body had no spiritual root, and his skin was so fair that it seemed to have no blood or qi at all!

This confirmation struck him like a thunderbolt, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.

This moment.

Ni Yongxiao stared wide-eyed at Ni Kun, his lips slightly parted as if he wanted to say something, but he found that his voice was blocked by something, and a thousand words were stuck in his throat and he could not utter them.

A while later.

He finally managed to squeeze out a few words through gritted teeth: "You...you...you are Father...?"

However, before Ni Kun could nod in confirmation...

"My father...he mentioned you to me before!"

Ni Yongxiao quickly added, his voice filled with excitement and exhilaration.

"Twelfth Brother!"

Ni Yongxiao called out with such certainty and warmth, as if he had silently recited those three words countless times in his heart.

Ni Kun's twelfth son was his youngest son, who was twenty-three years old at the time.

twenty years ago.

Ni Kun's wife was about to give birth, and at this critical moment, the Haoyue Sect suddenly launched an attack.

Ultimately, Ni Kun's wife tragically died, and the child she gave birth to also suffered a brutal fate.

Not only was his innate spiritual root destroyed, but he also developed a high fever due to the severe injury, which ultimately damaged his brain.

To ensure his son would live a peaceful and safe life, Ni Kun named his youngest son Ni Yonghao.

They hid him and raised him in a small Liu family in the countryside...

At this moment, when Ni Yongxiao recalled his youngest brother, a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

At that moment, he thought of his mother and his father's dying words, which seemed to still echo in his ears.

"My twelfth brother!"

Ni Yongxiao's eyes gradually welled up with tears, which eventually spilled over.

"Waaaaah..."

Ni Yongxiao, in his sixties, burst into tears like a child.

His voice trembled with emotion: "My dear brother, these past years... you've suffered so much!"

He cried and muttered to himself, as if he wanted to pour out all the longing and guilt he had felt for his younger brother over the years.

This moment.

Ni Yongxiao desperately wanted to introduce his "good younger brother" to the clansmen at Xiuwu Square as soon as possible, so that they would know about this long-lost relative.

He sighed inwardly, thinking that if he hadn't been unable to contact his father, he would have told the old man about this wonderful news.

at the same time.

Ni Kun looked at Ni Yongxiao, whose temples were graying, and examined his four sons who were busy with family affairs, noticing their increasingly thin bodies.

His eyes immediately welled up with tears, like two glistening dewdrops swirling at the corners of his eyes.

Then he slowly raised his hand and stroked Ni Yongxiao's head like a gentle breeze.

This unexpected move made Ni Yongxiao's body tremble violently, as if he had been electrocuted.

He was stunned for a moment, then, thinking of Ni Yonghao's situation, he couldn't help but laugh heartily.

That smile was like the spring sunshine, bright and warm.

"Silly little brother!"