In Linghu Yang's memory, Su Yu recognized that this person was one of the seven ancestors of the Soul Saint Clan!
Unlike other forces, the people of the Soul Saint Clan can achieve immortality because of their cultivation of the secret art of the soul.
Ordinary creatures will gradually die due to physical decline, just like those old monsters in the Tiandao League.
No matter how strong your cultivation is, it cannot stop the body from decaying.
But for the soul saints, even if their bodies decay, they can be transferred to other bodies through the soul ancestor technique and continue to survive.
Therefore, almost all members of the Soul Saint Clan in the past generations are immortal.
So much so that it resulted in a prosperous situation where countless ancestors of the clan coexisted.
Of course, the way of heaven is eternal.
The soul saints have gains and losses.
The lost aspect is that its ability to reproduce offspring is extremely weak.
They seem to be cursed. Usually, there is only one offspring in a generation, and the extra ones are either unable to conceive or are stillborn.
If a certain generation is destroyed in form and spirit, causing a fault, then this branch will basically be cut off.
Therefore, the members of the Soul Saint Clan are very rare. The Soul Saint Clan, which is so shocking to the heavens, has only three male and seven female descendants in the current generation. The number of people is so sparse that it is completely out of proportion to the size of the family.
And this elder is the seventh ancestor, a being who has reached the level of a great saint.
In terms of strength, he is no weaker than Han Yuanlao of the Tiandao Alliance.
"Who caused your injuries?" the seventh ancestor asked, staring at the injured disciples.
Linghujie gritted his teeth due to pain and said: "It's Linghuyang! Seventh Ancestor, you want to uphold justice for us. We didn't do anything, and Linghuyang bullied us."
"Bullying you? Him?" The Seventh Patriarch's eyes showed a hint of surprise.
Anyone can bully them, except Linghu Yang.
How could he not know Linghu Yang's condition?
"It's really him!" Several other juniors who had been reprimanded also said one after another.
oh?
The Seventh Patriarch's gloomy expression eased a lot: "Is it really him?"
He looked at Yan Feiying and said thoughtfully: "Feiying, where is Linghu Yang?"
"Going out." Yan Feiying looked complicated.
The Seventh Ancestor asked again: "Linghu Yang has made great progress in his cultivation recently?"
The person who knows Linghu Yang best is probably the person next to him.
Yan Feiying was silent, struggling in her heart.
With her keen senses, it was difficult for her to believe that the man who was resolute and decisive was really her husband.
Although Linghu Yang like this was exactly what she had dreamed of looking like, it still gave her a very strange feeling.
Not only this sudden strength, but also in many details, she could clearly feel that the person standing in front of her was not Linghu Yang, but someone else.
Just when she didn't know how to answer, Su Yu stepped inside in time, cupped his fists and said, "Reporting to the seventh ancestor, Yang'er has indeed achieved something."
In Linghu Yang's memory, this seventh ancestor was someone who cared a lot about him and was very friendly.
I often call him Yang'er.
This self-proclaimed voice finally made Yan Feiying regain some sense of familiarity.
People who are not members of the Soul Saint Clan do not know these details.
The Seventh Patriarch sat on the Grand Master's chair, looked him up and down, and said, "Has your injury recovered?"
The palm of the Nine-Death Troll back then could be said to have cut off Linghu Yang's path to cultivation.
Su Yu shook his head: "That's not true. It's just that under the influence of my omnipotent panacea that can cure all diseases, the power of the soul has increased a lot."
Yan Feiying's eyes became brighter again, and her tone sounded like Linghu Yang's.
She didn't know that Su Yu knew from Linghuyang's memory that Linghuyang had been addicted to pills for many years, not because he was playful and willful, but because he was trying his best to recover his body.
I hope that Yan Feiying will be given the dignity and life she deserves as soon as possible.
But these are all covered up by his seemingly cynical appearance.
"Really?" The Seventh Patriarch smiled slightly, stretched out his palm, and pushed Su Yu gently.
Suddenly, Su Yu felt that something invisible passed through his soul.
Looking back, there was a looming stone tablet behind him, which showed the forty-nine steps.
"Forty-ninth level soul power?" The Seventh Ancestor was surprised.
Linghujie, Linghuyun and other juniors took a deep breath.
Level is the standard for measuring the strength of a person's soul.
From level one to level ninety-nine.
Among them, the mortals without any cultivation level are only at the first level.
When one reaches the ancient saint level, there are thirty-nine levels.
To reach the level of the Great Sage, there are forty-nine levels.
The Halloween level should be level 59.
As for the higher levels, it requires special cultivation of soul power to achieve it, and it cannot be achieved by relying on the enhancement brought by the improvement of cultivation level.
The highest known record is that of one of the ten emperors, whose soul reached the ninety-ninth level.
Secondly, there is an existing ancestor of the Soul Saint Clan, the first ancestor, whose soul has reached level 90.
At that level, the soul has become so powerful that it affects the movement of heaven and transcends the shackles of the body.
Among the contemporary juniors, the one with the strongest soul was Linghujie, level 39. This is already the best talent for soul cultivation among the juniors in recent years.
Now, Linghu Yang has cultivated to level 49 without saying a word. Who can believe it?
He had barely reached level 30 before.
"Are you really Linghuyang?" Linghujie looked at him closely and asked, "It's not like some outsider has taken over Linghuyang's body, right?"
All the juniors in the room were also doubtful.
Linghu Yang's change was not only earth-shaking, he was like a completely different person.
Su Yu said lightly: "Are you trying to say that someone can practice our clan's forbidden art, soul exchange?"
As we all know, the forbidden technique has been destroyed long ago and no one can learn it.
Linghujie glared at Yan Feiying: "Tell me! Is Linghuyang really cultivating soul power? As a wife, you should know best!"
After a pause, his tone became much gentler and he said: "Whether he is true or false is related to the future of the Soul Saint Clan, so you have to think carefully about it."
Everyone's eyes fell on Yan Feiying one after another, expecting her to give an honest answer.
"Say it!" Linghujie urged.
Yan Feiying was silent for a while, shook her head and said, "I don't know! But, I know, he must be my husband."
After saying that, he stepped forward and took his arm, standing next to Su Yu very firmly.
Linghujie patted the coffee table and said, "You lied!"
It was hard for the rest of the people to believe that Linghu Yang had really undergone such an earth-shaking change, and they all criticized him.
"That's enough!" The Seventh Ancestor said calmly, "He is Linghu Yang."
Everyone calmed down, and he smiled with relief: "A person's strength may be fake, but his memory cannot, and the memory of my soul saint race, even less so!"
The memories of the soul saints cannot be taken away by outsiders unless they are willing to do so.
As long as there is a slight resistance, the memory will self-destruct.
If someone wanted to seize Linghu Yang's memory and put it into his own soul to get through, it would be impossible at that time.
It turned out that the seventh ancestor's palm just now not only tested the strength of his soul, but also secretly looked through Linghu Yang's memory to confirm that it was him.
What he didn't know was that Su Yu just hid his own memory and only revealed Linghu Yang's memory.