The old man trembled and took out a delicate booklet from his arms, and opened it to the last page in the middle where the text was written.
Yang Huang just glanced at it and could tell that it was a genealogy, and it seemed to be the genealogy of the Nangong family.
There are undoubtedly not many people in this family, and there are only a handful of sub-lineages.
"Child, don't worry. I'm not a bad person. I am Nangong He's grandfather. Nangong He's father is my son! You should call him grandfather! Nangong Diao, he came here fifty years ago!
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The old man pointed to the middle-aged man next to him, "He is my youngest son who got married after I entered the martial arts world. Nangong Lu, you want to call me uncle."
The old man was old, and he talked for a long time, which made everyone dizzy. Yang Huang only glanced at the family tree and understood the complicated relationship.
Because next to each name in the family tree, the time of ascension and the year of life are marked.
This old man's name is Nangong Jiu, and he ascended to the martial arts world seventy years ago.
In the semi-immortal world, he gave birth to a son named Nangong Diao.
After arriving in the martial arts world, the old man married a wife and had a son, and his son was the strong man Nangong Lu in front of him.
Fifty years ago, Nangong Diao also ascended and became half-brothers with Nangong Lu. However, looking at the note on the side, he died thirty years ago.
Under Nangong Diao, there is only one son! Nangong He, and there is no note time next to his name, only the time of birth.
Looking at all this, Yang Huang can be sure that Nangong He is the sect leader without any further thought. Because he has not yet ascended, there is no record of this.
Judging from the date of birth, he is roughly the same age as the sect leader.
"So, you are Grandpa Zeng!" Yang Huang suddenly burst into tears and knelt down to the old man, "I am Nangong Ying!"
"Nangong Ying?" The old man stared at Yang Huang excitedly with cloudy eyes: "Are you! Nangong He's son?"
"Yes!" Yang Huang said loudly.
The reason why he recognized this fake relative was that Yang Huang knew nothing about the martial arts world.
The Nangong father and son in front of him are well-dressed and must be doing well in the martial arts world. Being a relative with them is an obvious benefit to Yang Huang, who has just arrived.
As for the name, Yang Huang came up with it temporarily. He could see that the names of Nangong were all related to birds.
Presumably when they were in the semi-immortal world, they were looking forward to flying into the sky day and night, so they had this preference in naming, so Yang Huang just made up a random one.
"Nangong Ying, what a name! What a name!" Elder Nangong Jiu excitedly added the three words "Nangong Ying" to the family tree, and noted the time of his ascension next to it.
Before he could ask, Yang Huang gave him his date and month of birth.
"My child, you are very smart. Only people like this can live a better life in the martial arts world."
Nangongjiu was very satisfied with Yang Huang's performance in this detail, and looked back at his son: "Lu'er, look at your grandnephew, he is smarter than you. If you are half as smart as him, you won't be..."
Nangong Lu looked very honest and dull. He just smiled and nodded without saying anything.
"My child, is your father still there?" At this time, Nangongjiu suddenly stared at Yang Huang and asked slightly nervously.
Yang Huang nodded: "Yes, I have a younger sister named Nangong Xin, who is also in the semi-immortal world."
"It turns out there is a younger sister, very good, very good! We have more than one person in Nangong's lineage, although not a man..." The old man excitedly wrote down Nangong Xin's name next to Nangong Ying.
Yang Huang secretly laughed in his heart. If Nangong He succeeded in ascension again ten years later, what would his expression be like when he saw an extra son on the family tree? He would probably laugh or cry, right?
No matter what, Yang Huang now needs to have this cheap relative, so that he can have someone to rely on in the unfamiliar martial arts world.
"Child, it seems that you have a good understanding and can come up before your father!" Nangongjiu patted Yang Huang's shoulder with appreciation and sighed again.
"I always thought that Nangong He would come up first. Over the years, I have been thinking about how I should tell him about his father's absence if I see him..."
"Sect Master, no, my father is not in good health. Ascension is too risky, so let me come up first. Maybe in the next ten years, he will come up with Xin'er." Yang Huang said seriously.
"That's good! That's good! Since your grandfather ascended fifty years ago and made me happy for a while, there has been no news from down there for a long time."
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It's great that you came up. Lu'er and I thought that this Ascension Day would have to wait in vain again."
Yang Huang now finally understands why these two people appeared. It turns out that the time for the sect master's ascension was not determined impromptu, but was limited to a certain time based on the level of cultivation of the Kaitian Chemical Martial Sacred Artifact.
As for Nangong Jiu and his son, they had calculated a date to come here to pick up someone. They never expected that the one who came up this time was actually a fake Nangong kid.
"Okay, you must be exhausted from the journey up here. Let's go back first." At this time, Nangongjiu took Yang Huang's hand cordially and turned around to walk in the direction he came from.
Yang Huang had already felt a little bored and immediately followed him.
Despite Nangong Jiu's age, Yang Huang discovered that his cultivation was still very advanced, especially the Yuan Jin coming from his hands. Not even the sect master could compare with it.
The three of them each performed Qing Kung and walked along the mountain path. Nangongjiu and his son were both moving very fast, and Yang Huang gradually couldn't keep up.
If Nangong Jiu noticed something, he immediately slowed down so that Yang Huang could keep up with him.
Yang Huang was secretly surprised. In this nine-level ancient continent, one layer after another was indeed suppressed, and the cultivation level of each layer was higher than the previous one.
Seeing Yang Huang's silence, Nangongjiu seemed to have read through his thoughts, and a flash of pity flashed in his eyes. He slowed down again: "Forget it, we are here anyway, there is no rush to hurry, let's take our time
Let’s go.”
Nangong Lu was startled for a moment and said: "Dad, there is still a long way to go, we have to hurry..."
"Ying'er has just come up and his Yuan Ti has been consumed too much. Wouldn't it be nice if we let him take his time and chat about family matters?" Nangong Jiu smiled kindly, "It won't be a big deal if we go back later.
I’ll talk about it when the time comes.”
"Okay!" Nangong Lu felt helpless and stopped.
Yang Huang couldn't help but be secretly grateful. He could see that this old man really cared for him as his own flesh and blood.
The three of them walked forward along the mountain road as if they were taking a leisurely stroll.
"Ying'er, is Daozhong Sect still the largest sect in the semi-immortal world now?" Nangongjiu glanced at Yang Huang and asked suddenly.
"Huh?" Yang Huang was stunned, and he keenly caught the slightest hint of something wrong in his words and expressions.