From the Chaos to the Tomb Robbery

As an elder's words fell, the rest of the Zhang family looked at Mo Jiu excitedly.

The attraction of the Qilin blood in their bodies cannot deceive anyone, and they dare to guarantee that the blood of this little cub in front of them is even stronger than that of their clan leader.

What does this mean? It means that the Zhang family has a chance to revive. Isn't the reason they came here because they have hope that the Zhang family can rebuild its former glory?

Mo Jiu dragged Zhang Haike and Little Zhang, whom he had squeezed unconscious, and threw them directly towards the Zhang family.

Give it back to them, don't try to snatch his little brother away.

The Zhang family was so excited about Mo Jiu's presence that they only cared about him and even ignored Zhang Qiling. As for the two people who were squeezed unconscious.

They are so weak that they have never even beaten a kid as young as the young clan leader. It is so shameful that they do not acknowledge that the Zhang family has these two people.

As a result, the two men were thrown to the ground mercilessly.

Zhang Qiling looked at the eyes of these Zhang family members and silently pulled Mo Jiu's hand, "Mo Jiu, the little prince of the Zhang family."

"Your Highness?"

The Zhang family members who were just excited became a little confused. They looked at each other and finally looked at the oldest elder, Zhang Ruijin. He was of the same generation as the previous patriarch and was the only Zhang family member from the older generation.

Zhang Ruijin thought about it in his mind, and he didn't expect that there was any record about the identity of the little prince. The only person who could be called the little prince could only be the holy child.

But the holy child had already died and it was impossible for him to appear here alive.

"Xiao Jiu is the son of the one from Changbai Mountain."

'Rumble'

In an instant, the Zhang family felt a flash of lightning strike their heads, as if it was going to shake their souls out of their bodies, and they were all shocked as if they had been hit hard.

When the Zhang family came in, Zhang Qishan and Zhang Rishan had already stood in a corner nearby, and saw that they were so surprised about Mo Jiu's identity.

Suddenly they felt that Mo Jiu's identity was more important than they had imagined. Isn't Changbai Mountain the destination of the Zhang family's personal soldiers they sent out?

"Zhang Ruijin greets His Majesty." When Zhang Ruijin reacted, he knelt down in front of Mo Jiu.

He had guarded the Bronze Gate a hundred years ago and knew some secrets. The fact that the head of the Zhang family could say this proved that it was true.

With this child, the Zhang family has hope! The so-called Wang family is nothing!

Zhang Haiqi and others looked at the elder who knelt down neatly. This... even the Zhang family doesn't have this courtesy, right?

But seeing the elders do this, they also knelt down obediently. Changbai Mountain contains the secrets that their Zhang family has kept for thousands of years. They don't know who the patriarch is talking about, but following the oldest one is the right thing to do.

Kneel? Zhang Rishan looked at his own master and asked.

We have already expelled the Zhang family, Zhang Qishan replied.

Mo Jiu looked at a group of people who were older than him kneeling in front of him, and looked up at Zhang Qiling in confusion.

Why are they kneeling to me?

Zhang Qiling took his hand and asked him to sit back on the chair at the upper left.

"Get up." Zhang Qiling sat back in the upper right seat and motioned for them to get up and find a place to sit down.

"Clan leader, how did the little prince come out from there?" Zhang Ruijin asked cautiously.

Mo Jiu glared at Zhang Ruijin. Why couldn’t he come out?

"My dad asked my little brother to raise me, so naturally I stayed with him!"

"Raise?" Such a precious master, and his family head lives such a rough life, can he raise the little prince well?

Zhang Ruijin looked at Zhang Qiling with some suspicion, and at Mo Jiu with some pity.

"Chief, how about I let a few people from the tribe follow you and take care of you and the little prince's daily life?"

The Zhang family members nearby suspected that they were hallucinating. Don’t the Zhang family members just want to survive and never care about enjoying life?

Why is it different when it comes to the clan leader? There was no such thing as taking care of daily life before!

"No need, just follow me, little brother!" Mo Jiu immediately refused. He didn't want anyone to follow his little brother.

"Xiao Jiu doesn't like it. After this operation, you can go back to the Zhang family's old house and settle down."

"But the Wang family..."

"After the new century, the system of heaven and earth will change, and the Wang family will reap the consequences of their own actions." Zhang Qiling pointed out.

The people below were confused. Was the system of heaven and earth changing? Was it because the people above were changing? Or was this government in turmoil again?

"What does the clan leader mean?" Zhang Haiqi pointed upwards.

"It is the revival of spiritual energy in the Dharma Ending Age."

Zhang Qishan's pupils shrank when he heard this. He thought of Mr. Qi Ba's previous speculation. If the spiritual energy is restored, then there really are practitioners in this world.

The clan leader and the little prince in front of us are practitioners!

"Chief, are you kidding?" Zhang Longlin couldn't believe his ears. Wasn't this a fantasy story written in a vernacular book, just for people to read?

Zhang Qiling didn't say anything, but just moved his fingers lightly, and Zhang Haike, who was unconscious on the ground, floated up, and then was placed on the table in the middle by Zhang Qiling.

Seeing all the Zhang family members present were so excited, Zhang Qishan and his companions felt lost. Why weren't they members of the Northeast Zhang family, practitioners? That person had read the storybooks but had never dreamed of becoming one of them.

"Could it be, could it be that this is the secret that the Zhang family has guarded for thousands of years? Just to wait for the revival of spiritual energy, the Zhang family embarked on the path of cultivation?" A younger member of the Zhang family said excitedly.

"Chief, the spiritual energy hasn't revived yet, how can you..."

"The little brother is mine, so he can naturally practice in advance." When Mo Jiu said this, there was a hint of arrogance on his face, like a child showing off his candy.

Zhang Qiling's ears turned slightly red, and he picked up the teacup and took a sip.

At this time, the Zhang family members realized that the identity of this young prince was not simple. His father was the one in the Bronze Gate of Changbai Mountain, and he was very likely the strongest practitioner in the world.

It's just that he may have to stay inside the bronze gate in order to guard against the evil beneath it.

These members of the Zhang family are quite good at imagining things, and they completed the whole story on their own.

"Chief, these two are no longer members of the Zhang family. After hearing these secrets, we dealt with them."

As soon as Zhang Ruijin finished speaking, all the members of the Zhang family quickly took action and pinned down Zhang Qishan and the other man before they could draw their guns.

Seeing that the two members of the Zhang family were about to strangle them, Zhang Qiling quickly interrupted them with a hand gesture.

Zhang Qiling was not at all surprised by the ruthlessness towards the Zhang family. If he wanted to protect Mo Jiu, he would do the same to his enemies or outsiders.

He has a kind heart, but he also protects his shortcomings.

"They have signed a contract and cannot tell anyone about these things. The Zhang family needs someone who can connect with the outside world, and Zhang Qishan is a good fit."

After hearing what Zhang Qiling said, the Zhang family let them go.

"Master Buddha." Zhang Rishan stood in front of Zhang Qishan cautiously, but Zhang Qishan pushed him away.

"Humph! As a Qilin of our family, you are a disgrace to our family by following the bloodline of a Qiongqi from the side branch."

"Snapped!"

Mo Jiu slammed the table and stood up, "It just has a trace of Qilin blood, it's not Qilin."

Zhang Qiling was about to put down the teacup in his hand, looked at the empty space next to his hand, and silently glanced at the wood powder on the ground.

"The Qilin is a divine beast of heaven and earth, so it won't follow a vicious beast."

The Zhang family looked at the wood powder on the ground in shock and swallowed their saliva. Did this force require spiritual power?

If it's broken into pieces like this and hit by a palm like this, will it turn into meat paste when it falls on them?

(Zhang Rishan: Master Buddha, this seems to be your golden nanmu table, which I just bought.

Zhang Qishan: Will the clan leader compensate?

Zhang Rishan: Another slap?

Zhang Qishan: That’s fine. My dear, since you don’t like me so much, why don’t you take this opportunity to ask if you can return to your family?

Zhang Rishan: Lord Buddha, don’t you want me anymore?

Zhang Qishan: I was afraid that I would be turned into pulp one day and hit the wall and couldn’t get off.)