"Yanxi, what do you think about the death of your third uncle?"
Wang Qinghuo waited for a while, then looked at the family manager he had trained in front of him again and asked.
"My grandson thinks that not only Chen Jinghua of the Chen family is not simple, but also the two Chen family members who may have killed the third uncle."
Wang Yanxi hesitated for a while, then watched his ancestor say what he wanted to say.
Wang Qinghuo did not directly comment on Wang Yanxi’s views, but continued to ask:
"Then do you think our Wang family should continue to send people to the Yunduan Mountains to track these two people?"
"this……"
Wang Qinghuo's question this time made Wang Yanxi a little unsure of his ancestor's meaning.
After pretending to think for a while, Wang Yanxi looked at Wang Qinghuo who was at the top and said:
"In my humble opinion, my grandson thinks we shouldn't send any more troops there."
After a pause, Wang Yanxi continued to add:
"At least until Uncle Seventeenth comes back, we can't send anyone else there."
"Why"
After Wang Qinghuo heard the answer from his outstanding descendant, he did not express his approval or denial. He just asked again with a calm face.
"In addition to the spiritual beasts that protect the clan, you are the only one in our Wang family who is the Master of the Purple Mansion."
"Among the uncles of the Zuzi generation and the brothers and sisters of the Yanzi generation, only the Great Uncle has reached the ninth level of foundation building. However, the Great Uncle is on the border battlefield and cannot rush back immediately.
None of the other uncles and brothers claim to be able to kill the third uncle reliably, so if we send anyone else there, there is no doubt that we will be using our own strength to kill him."
"Even if we send a few more Foundation Establishment Masters over and kill these two Chen family members, we can't guarantee that our people won't be injured."
"The situation is still unclear. If our Wang family acts rashly and hurts a few Foundation Establishment Masters, I'm afraid it will overwhelm the Chen family and the other two families will rise up."
"So the water can't just be drained by our Wang family, the Zhao family and the Pan family also have to participate."
Wang Qinghuo looked at the smooth-talking successor of the Wang family that he had trained in front of him, and he didn't know whether he was happy or sad.
Wang Yanxi's analysis is certainly correct, but the Wang family is different from the past. If there are no monks in the Zifu realm to take charge, the Wang family may soon fall apart.
The death of Wang Zushan proved that the two Chen family masters were very powerful, but it did not mean that the two Chen family foundation-building monks were not injured at all.
If you take advantage of the situation and pursue it, although it is a bit risky, you may not be able to annihilate the enemy at a low point.
Although this Yanxi is already very stable in handling family affairs, he also has the cultivation level in the foundation building period.
But it is obvious that this successor is too conservative and not aggressive enough to lead the Wang family to rise again in the coming era of chaos.
That's all, that's all, Yanxi is right, the water can't just flow to his Wang family, Zhao and Pan's family will also have to suffer.
No, there are still enemies of the Chen family...
Thinking about the Wang family, this old fox who had lived for many years also smiled calmly with the corners of his mouth raised.
"Yanxi, everything you said is right, but remember one thing, all conspiracies and tricks are useless in the face of absolute strength."
Wang Qinghuo looked at his grandson, and finally agreed with him and sided with his grandson. This also meant that from now on, the leadership of the Wang family's stewards would begin to change.
An era is receding and an era is coming. It is obvious that this new generation of Wang family leaders will accept Wang Yanxi.
"Okay, you make arrangements to find out about Master Yun Feng."
"Also, send a secret message to your seventeenth uncle and ask him to come back as soon as possible.
In addition, send someone to keep an eye on your seventeenth uncle's soul card at all times, and report as soon as there is any news."
"Don't worry, ancestor, my grandson will go down and take care of it right away!"
"Okay, go down! Remember that although worldly things are important, your cultivation cannot fall behind."
Wang Qinghuo told Wang Yanxi who was about to turn around and leave.
"Don't worry, ancestor, I can still distinguish priorities."
After saying this, Wang Yanxi turned into a stream of light, flew out of the cave, and left the top of Tianhuang Mountain.
After Wang Yanxi left, the door of the cave was closed with a loud bang again, as if it had never been opened and it had been standing on the top of the mountain.
At this time, in a dense forested valley in Wangjia Tianhuang Mountain, a huge monster beast was entangled with iron chains, and its muscles and joints were covered with yellow talismans with various symbols.
And every time it wants to stand up, break free from the iron chain, and ask for help from the talisman, a yellow Five Elements and Bagua formation will appear under its body, suppressing it severely again.
"Chirp, chirp, chirp"
A louder and louder roar roared through the valley.
If Chen Huatian were here, he would definitely recognize what kind of monster this was.
If the three-eyed wild cloud rat that fucked him was a giant beast, then the monster locked here was simply a behemoth magnified countless times.
It's just that every time the invisible sound wave of this behemoth reaches the outside of the valley, it is always blocked by a faint energy shield.
Apparently this valley has been covered with a soundproofing formation, and it is an enhanced and more powerful soundproofing formation.
Wang Qinghuo, who was meditating in the cave at the top of Tianhuang Mountain, opened his eyes, frowned, and looked lovingly at the valley where the behemoth was locked. Then he could only sigh, and then shook his head silently.
…………
Yunduan Mountains.
In a dense forest, inside a cave, a woman was half-lying on a stone bed, while a not-slim man in yellow was sitting cross-legged in front of the cave entrance, meditating.
Outside the cave, there was some black material suspected to be the feces of monsters and beasts.
"Seventh sister, are you feeling better?"
The man sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the cave saw the woman on the stone bed opening her eyes, and immediately asked with concern. The sincerity in his words could not be false.
"I'm much better, but I'm bothering you, eighth brother!"
The woman raised her delicate arms, took out a handkerchief and covered her mouth, coughed softly a few times, and spoke slightly weakly.
"Seventh sister, take good care of yourself. When you feel better, we will go find the Star Soul Fruit."
But the man said in a conferential tone as he discussed with the woman on the stone bed.
"Okay, I'll be able to take action in a month or two at most. We'll go there immediately."
"Seventh sister, don't you spend more time cultivating yourself?"
The man spoke with disapproval in his eyes.
This man and woman were Chen Huatian and Chen Huayu who killed Wang Zushan and left before the monster arrived.
The two of them killed Wang Zushan, cleaned up the battlefield, and left to find this place. They opened up this cave artificially, picked up some demon beast excrement and placed it outside the cave entrance to deter low-level demon beasts. The two of them also
This is where the recovery journey began.
"Eighth brother, it's not that I don't want to practice more. It's been almost two years since we came out. The matter of Star Soul Fruit can't be delayed any longer."
When Chen Qingping opened his mouth, his tone was unquestionable and he did not give Chen Huatian the slightest chance to refute.
Seeing his seventh sister like this, Chen Huatian could only close his mouth that he just opened, swallowed what he wanted to say, and finally said:
"good"
…………
In the dense forest, two people, Chen Huayu and Chen Huatian, were recuperating, while another thin man with a fifth-floor foundation was also hiding in a cave to recuperate.
After a while, the man with a small barren mountain embroidered on his coat and chest slowly exhaled a breath, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
“Finally recovered a lot!”
The man said with a smile in his eyes.
But before he was overjoyed, he felt as if his chest was blocked by something. Then he covered his chest with one hand, and a mouthful of old blood sprayed on the prosperous land and moistened thousands of trees like a rain of falling flowers.