582 Nine Meridian Direct Race (2/2)

Just relying on those few people who had lost all respect, what could they do? They were just annoying!

If it wasn't that, then was it due to the changes in their bloodline?

This was already the second time. The last time he could freely grasp ice and fire techniques. This time it wasn't stable, who knew who caused it, and who knew what kind of magical powers would appear…

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Thinking about it, Zong Ling walked into the Zong Family mansion.

At this point, his brows furrowed slightly. It seemed really normal, but the Zong Family guards here had a weird expression on their faces.

The entire mansion had a really weird aura.

The more he walked and looked, the more confused he got. Even the Zong Family residences, stretching tens of miles, were scarily quiet.

He could see that ancestral hall from afar, many strong and vital energy flows charging into the sky.

As for those he recognised, there was Gantian Mountain Right Pillar General Zong Gang, and the Grade Nine spirit cultivator Zong Han. Out of the entire race, all the outstanding people were gathered here.

He was the one who came last.

Zong Ling's doubts resolved slightly as he got off the horse and proceeded forwards as a form of respect. When he was a thousand feet away, wariness rose up from the depths of his heart.

Zong Ling didn't hesitate to turn around, rapidly walking back where he came from. He didn't know what exactly happened, but he knew that it was best if he got far away from the ancestral hall.

However he heard a cold laugh, \”Since the Grand Priest has already came, then why are you in such a hurry to escape? Do you really think that you can still flee?\”

Grand Priest was his current role. After Gantian Mountain established the country, following the Six Ministries and Nine Chamberlains system. He had the Taichang Temple to be in charge of temple rituals, the phenomenons and calendar, as well as the Grand Physician.

When that person spoke, Zong Ling felt a weird power placed on him. It actually broke through his body-protecting Magical Artifact, pushing him towards the ancestral hall.

Zong Ling was shocked, his limbs couldn't move at all. The strength wasn't high, at most initial Grade Nine level, far from the level he had to fear.

The problem was that it had a weird suppression effect on his body. When he touched it, his bloodline was terrified. His limbs went soft, and his soul power couldn't be accurately controlled.

When his body was helplessly drawn into the ancestral hall, he saw Zong Gang and Zong Han sitting on chairs with ashen white expressions, their eyes filled with rage.

Right above, the race leader position which should have belonged to Zong Shou was occupied by someone. He wore a white shirt, around twenty years old, handsome and on first look he looked like someone from the same race.

\”Xue Moyan?\” he exclaimed, feeling that it wasn't right.

Although they looked similar, this person was slightly older. Only his surname wouldn't be wrong.

\”You are from the Eight Tail Xue family?\”

\”That's right!\”

The teen laughed out loud, filled with glee. \”I am Xue Mofei, the elder brother of Xue Moyan. This time I returned to the Cloud World to take revenge for my little brother, and secondly to take back what was stolen from my Xue family...\”

\”Stolen? Your Xue Family really is shameless!\” Zong Han laughed coldly. Although his body was devoid of strength, he still sat straight, \”Your Xue family was the one that abandoned the fox races to escape from the Cloud World! To think you all have the face to return? As for your brother, he plotted against our king, he deserved to die under the Ruler's sword!\”

Xue Mofei didn't care at all, his expression was one where he didn't bother about what they were saying.

\”What happened before had its reasons and its outcome and we don't need to talk about it. However, my Xue family is the imperial race, the orthodoxy of the Sky Fox people. Since we are back, all fox races should look up to us. Your fox race should work for our Xue family once more. This is the fox race rules, a rule that hasn't been changed...\”

\”Work for you? Which means the legacy our Zong family worked so hard for, your Xue family is targeting it?\” Zong Zhang said flatly, his words filled with killing intent. Although he was being suppressed, he really wanted to rip this Xue Mofei into pieces.

\”The ruler is a genius and won't let you get away with this!\”

\”He's a genius? Hahaha!...\”

Xue Mofei laughed out loud when he heard that, filled with arrogance. \”He is talented, in our Xue family, apart from that person, no one else is as good as him! However, no matter how talented, he is he is still Seven Tails, a branch! With you all here, and being well-prepared, how can I not restrict him? Our Xue family naturally has a plan to wait for him here. If he knew about it, he would regret moving those four thousand Blood Cloud Cavalry out of Gantian Mountain.\”

He laughed flatly, his tone totally cold. \”Have you all heard about our race treasure, the Illusionary Heart Mirror? If you all are willing to surrender, naturally that is for the best, to think our race specifically helped him open the Yin Dragon Canyon restrictions. If you aren't willing, we will just spend some effort to make a puppet...\”

Zong Ling's face was ashen white, his limbs were ice cold. A thousand thoughts flashed across his mind, but he was unable to think of a way to break out of this situation.

And then he was startled, as he suddenly felt that the aura in his body seemed to be roaring out...