Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

"Lang'er, get up quickly. You are an adult, but you are still crying like a baby." Then he felt a pair of warm hands helping him up.

"Grandfather...are you really okay? Are you really well?" Looking at the handsome Diwu Zhao, Xuanyuan Lang felt it was unreal. He confirmed again and again.

"Yes, the old ancestor is completely recovered. Not only is he recovered, but his strength and cultivation have also returned to their heyday. This is absolutely true." The Fifth Zhao patted Xuanyuan Lang's shoulder, truly and powerfully.

“Okay, okay, I knew that Miss Ling is capable. This time it’s all thanks to her. We’ll thank her later, old ancestor,” Xuanyuan Chengye had a smile on his face. The huge rock that weighed on his heart was finally removed, and he felt visibly relieved.

"That's for sure," Xuanyuan Que was also overjoyed. Finally, the clouds had cleared and the moon appeared. The pillar that stabilized his Xuanyuan family was finally erected, and he saw the hope of the Xuanyuan family returning to the top.

The atmosphere in the lobby is harmonious and warm.

After a cup of tea, seeing that everyone's emotions had calmed down, Xuanyuan Chang spoke to everyone.

"Okay, everyone sit down. I have something else to say to Yongzhi, and I'd like you all to listen as well."

Hearing this, everyone sat down. Xuanyuan Chang turned to look at Diwu Zhao. Diwu Zhao nodded. Xuanyuan Chang then told everyone the purpose of why he asked Xin Yongzhi to come over this time.

After listening to Xuanyuan Chang's words, Xin Yongzhi hadn't spoken yet, but Xin Changxing couldn't wait to ask,

"Grandpa, think carefully, is it true that there are no other relatives of our Xin family living outside?"

Xin Yongzhi searched his mind for the few memories about the Xin family for a long time, then shook his head. It was not that he could not remember, but that his father indeed had only one son, and he had no sisters, and he had never heard his father talk about anyone or anything in the Xin family.

Moreover, he knew that for the Xin family's heirloom jade bi, the closer the blood relationship, the brighter the blood-red halo would be and the longer it would last. Conversely, not only would the color be dim, but it would also last for a shorter time.

According to Changxing, the blood-red glow from his jade disk that day lasted for a full quarter of an hour before slowly dissipating, which meant that the lackeys of the imperial palace that day were very close to his bloodline.

But he really couldn't figure out where such a person came from in the Xin family.

There were deep furrows between his thick eyebrows, and his square face was serious and earnest. He was obviously very troubled by this question. After pondering for a moment, he said,

"My lord, I really can't remember when there was such a person in my lineage. How about bringing the people in the dungeon here to ask? Maybe we can find out soon?"

"Okay, but I want to ask you a question. What will you do if you find out that the man is a descendant of the Xin family?" Xuanyuan Chang looked at Xin Yongzhi seriously and asked. This was his most loyal subordinate and a brother who had been with him through life and death and hardships. The friendship they had shared since they were young was indescribable. He didn't want any unnecessary rifts to arise between the two or the two families.

"Master, there is nothing to say. Let's do what we have to do. The Xuanyuan family and the Tiandi Palace are sworn enemies. I am a member of the Xuanyuan family. I and my descendants naturally stand on the side of the Xuanyuan family. Anyone who dares to betray the Xuanyuan family must first pass through me. I don't mind killing my relatives for the sake of justice."

"Okay," Diwu Zhao nodded. Yongzhi is just like his father, a sensible and cautious man. He is rigorous and principled in his actions.

"Queyi, go and bring the people from the dungeon here."

"Yes," Que Yi responded and left.

Soon, he came in carrying a person, put the person down, and then retreated out of the door.

Singh was feeling much better now. He could not use his divine power and was so weak that he could not even sit up. He could only lie on the ground and stare angrily at the Fifth Zhao at the top. After a while, he said,

"You are the Fifth Zhao, right? The Emperor is right. You are a despicable and shameless villain. If you have the guts, release my Soul Locking Curse and let's fight with real swords and guns."

Faced with Singh's clamor, Diwu Zhao was not angry, but his not being angry did not mean that no one else was angry.

Xuanyuan Lang kicked Singer in the stomach because he dared to insult the god in his mind. For the sake of the Xin family's face, the kick was not very powerful, but it still made Singer cry out in pain.

"Woo..." Singer's face twisted and his eyes shot towards Xuanyuan Lang as if filled with poison.

Damn it, he was like a tiger in a low position being bullied by a dog, an ant dared to shout and kill him. Oh, as long as he didn't die, he would get back at this kick sooner or later.

"Hmph, you seem very unconvinced? I think you should understand the principle of winners take all. Since you have already lost, you have to accept your fate." Xuanyuan Lang snorted coldly, sat back in his chair in a cool manner, raised his chin and glared at him.

Singh understood the meaning in his eyes. It was clear that he was treated as a fish to be slaughtered at will.

Singh hated himself to the extreme, but facing this situation, he could not do anything. Even moving was difficult. He hated himself even more.

"Okay, Lang'er, let's get down to business." Xuanyuan Que interrupted his son and then turned his gaze to Singer.

"Tell me, what's your name? Who sent you?"

Singh said nothing, buried his head in the ground stubbornly, and didn't look at anyone.

"Oh! Looks like he has quite a personality? Uncle Changxing, give this to him to eat, I don't believe he can still be stubborn?" Xuanyuan Lang handed a porcelain bottle of Zhenyan Pill to Xin Changxing. This was a little gadget Uncle Li gave him, and it came in handy right now.

Xin Changxing took the porcelain bottle, immediately poured out a black pill, pinched Singer's mouth and was about to put it in. Singer knew that the pill was not a good thing and could not be eaten.

So he bit his teeth desperately like a dead clam, but he had no strength. Before he could hold on for three seconds, Xin Changxing pinched his jawbone, forced him to open his mouth, and stuffed a mantra pill in. Xin Changxing also covered his mouth to prevent him from spitting it out.

There is no chance to spit it out because the pill melts in your mouth.

Everyone watched Xin Changxing's operation and couldn't help but twitch their lips.

The Manifestation Pill took effect quickly. When Xuanyuan Que asked him his name again, everyone could clearly see that veins on Singh's forehead bulged. He was obviously resisting the power of the Manifestation Pill, but he failed to struggle and spat out the word Singh with bloodshot eyes.

He was angry and unwilling, but the faces of others changed when they heard it. As expected, it was the Xin family.

"Who sent you here? Is your master the Emperor of Heaven?"

This time, Singh struggled even more fiercely. It was not that the drugs controlled him and he wanted to say something but he didn't want to, but that he wanted to say it but couldn't. His face turned red, the veins on his forehead bulged again, and in the end there was even a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't utter a word.

Seeing this, everyone saw that Singh was forbidden by his master, not to betray his master, and not to reveal a word about his master. It seemed that he had no choice but to give up on this issue.

So Xuanyuan Que changed the subject and asked.