Chapter 150: Chen Family Old Ancestor (1)

All the young Disciples of the Chen Clan, regardless of gender, were now focused with burning gazes on the upright figure in the center of the field.

It was he who, with the body of a Half-Step Great Power Realm, had defied the heavens to slay a Great Power, boldly killing the monstrous talent Jin Peng, whom the Jin Clan had poured all their efforts into nurturing, and completely shattering the Jin Clan’s ambitions.

Chen Xiao waved his hand, suppressing the earth-shaking roar of voices.

He looked around, his voice loud and clear, carrying an irrepressible sense of relief and pride:

"You all saw today’s battle! Chen Chuan turned the tide and upheld the prestige of our Chen Clan; he is the true pride of our Chen Clan."

No one cared why Chen Chuan had been unknown before; his powerful strength was the best pass.

When Chen Chuan followed Chen Xiao and a group of core clansmen back to the Chen Clan mansion, more specific information about his identity gradually began to spread among the younger generation.

"What? He actually comes from the Lower Realm?" A young man’s eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

"It’s absolutely true! The Clan Head confirmed it himself," another well-informed Disciple explained excitedly.

"A True Dragon like this could actually emerge from the Lower Realm? This is too inconceivable."

"With him here, our Chen Clan is bound to rise in this generation; he is the true True Dragon of our Chen Clan."

Chen Chuan’s heaven-defying combat power, mysterious Spiritual Fire, and that final, terrifyingly incomparable Four-Colored Fire Lotus were all deeply etched into everyone’s hearts.

The gloom that had originally arisen due to the Jin Clan’s oppression was now blown away by the gale named Chen Chuan.

It was replaced by infinite hope and longing.

They felt as if they could already see a True Dragon soaring from the Chen Clan, flying high above the Nine Heavens.

Inside the Clan hall, the clamor subsided slightly, leaving only a few core members.

Chen Xiao looked at the calm Chen Chuan beside him, becoming more satisfied the more he looked.

He said solemnly, "Follow me to the Forbidden Land in the back mountain; the Ancestor wants to see you."

Chen Chuan nodded slightly, not feeling much surprise in his heart.

The strength and Bloodline he displayed were enough to alarm the highest level of existence in the Chen Clan.

In the back mountain of the Chen Clan, within a quiet Cave Dwelling filled with Spiritual Qi and surrounded by ancient trees.

An old man with white hair and beard, a simple face, and an Aura that faintly merged with the entire mountain forest, slowly opened his eyes.

As he opened his eyes, there was no aggressive sharpness, yet they were as deep as the starry sky, as if he could see through all things in the world.

He was the current pillar of the Chen Clan, the Ancestor.

"Ancestor, I have brought Chen Chuan," Chen Xiao bowed respectfully.

Chen Chuan also bowed, neither humble nor arrogant: "Junior Chen Chuan greets the Old Ancestor."

The Old Ancestor’s gaze fell upon Chen Chuan, and his calm eyes suddenly erupted with an astonishing brilliance.

He leaned forward slightly, his tone carrying a trace of hard-to-detect excitement: "Child, come closer, let this old man have a good look."

Chen Chuan stepped forward as told.

The Old Ancestor carefully sensed the vast and noble Dragon Clan Bloodline Aura within Chen Chuan’s body, the excitement on his face growing more intense:

"The perfect Primordial Purple Radiance Ancestral Dragon Bloodline!"

"And what is circulating in your body is indeed the secret Primordial Sacred Dragon Scripture of my Chen Clan! Good! Excellent!"

When Chen Xiao reported in detail the battle outside the city, how Chen Chuan had consecutively slain three Prodigies of the Jin Clan, and finally destroyed Jin Peng with the world-shaking Four-Colored Fire Lotus.

The Old Ancestor was first stunned, then he clapped his hands and laughed loudly, his voice shaking the Cave Dwelling:

"Hahaha! Good! Well killed! Those old ghosts of the Jin Clan thought they could suppress my Chen Clan by nurturing someone with a mixed-feather bird Bloodline?"

"Pure wishful thinking! Chuan’er, you did the right thing, you did wonderfully. Upholding our clan’s prestige should be exactly like this."

The laughter was full of delight and relief; the gloom of being faintly suppressed by the Jin Clan for hundreds of years seemed to be mostly dispelled in this laugh.

After laughing, the Ancestor looked at Chen Chuan with a searching look in his eyes: "Child, Xiao’er said you come from the Lower Realm, a place called the Sacred Martial Continent?"

"Yes, Old Ancestor," Chen Chuan nodded.

At the same time, his Eye of Wisdom ability operated silently, carefully observing the Old Ancestor’s expression and Aura fluctuations.

Hearing this, a trace of reminiscence and complexity flashed in the Old Ancestor’s eyes.

He sighed lightly:

"Sacred Martial Continent, then it must be right."

"If this old man’s guess is correct, your lineage should be from five hundred years ago, my unfilial son Chen Lingfeng and that girl from the Yun Clan."

His tone carried a hint of loneliness and deep regret:

"Back then, because our Clan had some old grudges with the Yun Clan, I strongly opposed his marriage to that girl from the Yun Clan."

"Who knew that stubborn brat’s temper was as unyielding as a Dragon? He actually took that girl and privately broke through the boundary passage to escape to the Lower Realm, and there has been no news since... Sigh."

"It was this old man who was too stubborn. If not for that, they wouldn’t have..."

The Old Ancestor did not continue, but the gloom and regret in his eyes were incredibly real.

Through the observation of the Eye of Wisdom, Chen Chuan was certain that what the Old Ancestor said was true and not at all fabricated.

That longing and regret for his son were emotions from the heart.

This made him feel a bit more identification and closeness toward this Chen Family Old Ancestor of the Upper Realm.

"I didn’t expect that the Lower Realm where Lingfeng and the others ended up could actually nurture a Qilin child like you."

"To see his Bloodline descendants be so outstanding, this old man can be considered to have fulfilled a long-held wish deep in my heart."

"Child, that you can return to the Clan is Lingfeng’s luck and also the great fortune of my Chen Clan."

The Old Ancestor composed himself, his gaze becoming gentle and gratified once more.

Chen Chuan also felt emotional; he hadn’t expected there to be such a history between the Upper Realm Chen Clan and the Lower Realm Sacred Martial Continent Chen Clan.

The Old Ancestor waved his hand and said decisively:

"Chen Chuan, since you have returned to the Clan, stay in the Chen Clan with peace of mind from now on."

"The Clan will surely pour all its resources into nurturing you. Whatever the Clan has, you can use it as you wish."

However, Chen Chuan shook his head and said respectfully but firmly:

"Thank you for your kindness, Ancestor."

"However, I am already a Disciple of the Taiyi Holy Land. This trip out was to perform a Sect mission, and I still need to return to the Holy Land to report back."

"And I hope that my primary place of Cultivation will still be in the Taiyi Holy Land."

Taiyi Holy Land?