Chapter 135: The Distinguished Guests of the Ancient Clan

Among the ancient clan, almost all the young generation of the ancient clan had heard that a distinguished guest had come to the ancient clan. Not only did it alarm the clan leader, but it also caused all the elders of the ancient clan to reach a unanimous opinion. For the first time in history, there were no dissenting voices.

You know, there are many factions in the ancient clan. Although the split is not that serious, even the clan leader does not have the final say in the ancient clan.

Being able to make the two almost opposing factions, the patriarch and the elders, reach an agreement would definitely be a great benefit to the ancient clan.

For a moment, these young people of the ancient clan were full of curiosity, even those crazy about cultivation.

What kind of distinguished guest could make the top leaders of their clan express a unanimous opinion?

Soon, they found out.

A martial arts arena.

As some of the most outstanding young people of the ancient clan, a few people led by Gu Qingyang often practiced together here.

"By the way, big brother, do you know who the person who is regarded as a distinguished guest by those elders is?" The burly Gu Yue watched Gu Yao and Gu Yun fighting while asking Gu Qingyang for gossip.

The elders that Gu Yue was talking about were not those elders who had slowly risen to the Dou Zun realm by relying on their seniority, but the real high-level leaders of the Gu clan, and also the elders who were the most powerful Dou Sheng powerhouses in the Douqi Continent.

Gu Qingyang smiled and shook his head. He was also very curious.

"Don't even think about it. We have just broken through to Dou Zun. We cannot approach a big shot who can be taken seriously by the clan leader."

"Brother, I heard that many granddaughters and nieces of our ancient clan's elders have been called over. I guess that distinguished guest must be a man, and he should be young." Gu Yue looked at Gu Qingyang beside him, but his eyes were fixed on Gu Yao who was sparring with Gu Yun in the martial arts field.

"I just don't know if Xun'er has gone there too?"

The ancient demon's movements suddenly paused, and Gu Yun seized the opportunity and knocked him out of the field.

Gu Qingyang sighed helplessly. This Gu Yue, who looked like he had thick eyebrows and big eyes, was the most cunning one among them.

Knowing that Gu Yao was almost obsessed with Xun'er, he still tried to stir up trouble...

"Hmph!" The ancient demon came to the two of them, pushed Gu Yue away with a slap, and turned to look at Gu Qingyang.

"Is what he said true?"

"..." Gu Qingyang's mouth twitched a few times, and then he said softly: "A distinguished guest that can be personally entertained by the clan leader, do you think you can afford to provoke with your current cultivation level of one-star Dou Zun?"

Why is this child so stunned?

"..." The ancient demon was silent for a moment, and then said firmly: "Oh, if you want to marry Xun'er, I don't care who he is, he must pass this test. The weak are not worthy of Xun'er!"

“Haha, then you have to have a chance to meet him first. Unless you break through to Dou Sheng now, you won’t even know the name of that distinguished guest.”

Gu Yue's voice came over. Obviously, this guy has been paying attention to this side.

As soon as these words were spoken, the ancient demon's face instantly turned ugly.

Suddenly, Gu Qingyang turned his head and looked behind him, only to see the goddess of their ancient tribe talking with a young man he had never seen before with a smile on her face.

"...The last one is Gu Qingyang, the most outstanding young generation of the Gu clan. Senior, don't you want to go down and play with them?" Gu Xun'er looked at Han Cheng beside her with a smile, and a flash of shock appeared in her eyes.

What kind of gift did this senior give to the ancient clan that made those old guys willing to push her out?
Han Cheng glanced at the young people of the Ancient Clan. They were all new Dou Zun. The one with the highest cultivation level, Gu Qingyang, was only at the peak of the three-star Dou Zun level. He shook his head slightly. "Forget it. I'm just an alchemist. I don't have much combat power. If I want to compete, I'll compete with them in alchemy. If I want to compete in combat, I'd better compete with the young people of the Medicine Clan."

puff~

Gu Xun'er couldn't help but laugh out loud. She discovered another advantage of this senior: he knew how to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.

“Hahahaha… That senior is definitely going to win. None of them are alchemists, not even those with fire attributes.”

"That's good, otherwise I might be embarrassed." Han Cheng smiled slightly, and combined with the original plot that he was familiar with, he had a general understanding of the strength of the ancient clan in his heart.

There are about fifteen to twenty Saint Realm powerhouses. Although they are far less than the thirty to forty Soul Clan members, it is also because of the power of bloodline.

The Soul Clan has so many Saint Realm powerhouses because they have the Void Devouring Flame and do not need to worry about the depletion of their bloodline power, so they can reproduce wildly.

In order to prevent the ancient clan's own strength from declining too much due to the depletion of bloodline power, those Dou Sheng strongmen with high-level bloodlines are controlling the speed of their reproduction.

Try your best to ensure that in the next few generations, that is, thousands or even tens of thousands of years, the ancient clan will have this number of powerful saints.

It is because of this that the gap between the Soul Clan and the other six ancient races in high-end combat power, especially in the holy realm, has widened.

Especially for high-level Douluo, what the Soul Clan can produce is almost more than that of the Ancient Clan, the Thunder Clan, and the Flame Clan combined!

These thoughts arose in Han Cheng's mind in just a flash, and the next moment he saw Gu Qingyang looking over here.

Han Cheng nodded slightly and asked Gu Xun'er to take him to the place where the ancient clan's history books were collected.

After following Gu Xun'er on a tour, he found that there was actually nothing interesting in the Gu clan.

In other words, Han Cheng's heart was no longer on the trip. When he left Shengdan City, he left his heart in Cai Lin's body, beating together with her heart.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that the ancient clan placed too much emphasis on their bloodline level, which made Han Cheng feel uncomfortable.

Just because the test showed that his bloodline level was not high, he drew his sword and committed suicide on the spot. Such an ancient clan really made Han Cheng feel suffocated.

Since you attach so much importance to bloodline level, why bother practicing martial arts? When fighting with the enemy, just compete in bloodline level. The one with lower bloodline level can just commit suicide.

It’s just like when a Dou Zong meets a Dou Zun, since his cultivation is not as high as the other party’s, why not just commit suicide?
There is no need for everyone to fight, just compete in levels directly.

I practice Heaven-level techniques, and you practice Mysterious-level techniques, so you should commit suicide. You are not worthy of fighting me...

I am a Dou Zun, and you are a Dou Zong, so you should die, not run away...

I practice earth-level fighting skills, and you practice mysterious-level fighting skills. You are not worthy to fight with me. You should commit suicide when you see me.

"Alas, is Doudi bloodline good or bad?"

On the shore of a wide lake, Han Cheng was lying on a lounge chair with a fishing rod beside him. He threw bait from time to time with one hand and held a history book of the ancient tribe in the other hand.

However, Han Cheng glanced at the history book that recorded the ancient tribe itself and stopped reading. He did not like this kind of history with clear hierarchies.

What he holds in his hand now are the legendary stories of the Douqi Continent.

(End of this chapter)