Xi Quan's scalp tingled. "Misty Valley is one of the three forbidden lands of the Second Heaven, a terrifying place. Legend has it that once you enter, there's no returning!"
"Who possesses such great ability to lead the old chief away from such a forbidden land?"
Although these words were spoken by Xuan Ji.
To him, it still felt absurd and unbelievable.
Because in the hearts of all the people of the Cold Blade Tribe.
The old chief was already dead.
Xuan Ji's expression was solemn. "Legend has it that it was a chosen one with great fortune."
Xi Quan subconsciously swallowed, his eyes full of anticipation. "I really want to meet such an existence!"
"Enough, let's not talk about this!" Xuan Ji put away the Qiankun Bag and said, "I'll go see Father and hand over the Qiankun Bag to him."
"Although we can't refine those two Divine Venerate realm powerhouses with the Qiankun Bag."
"However."
"With him taking action, refining the two Divine Venerate realm powerhouses will not be difficult."
Xi Quan quickly said, "Patriarch, I haven't seen the old chief for many years. May I accompany you to greet him?"
"Very well." Xuan Ji agreed to Xi Quan's request.
After all, his father had seen many tribe members since his return.
While Xi Quan had been out on a mission.
Now that he was back.
It was also necessary for his father to meet the pillar of the Cold Blade Tribe.
It's worth noting that Xi Quan was his right-hand man.
A moment later.
Xuan Ji led Xi Quan to the back of the mountain.
Some green bamboo was planted in the mountain.
An old man was sitting alone under the bamboo sea, cultivating.
"Greetings, Father!"
"Greetings, Old Chief!"
Xuan Ji and Xi Quan bowed simultaneously.
Xuan Ming slowly opened his eyes.
Upon seeing Xi Quan, a faint smile appeared on his usually placid face. "I didn't expect that after many years, you would have already stepped into the Lower Divine King realm."
"If your father were in heaven, he would surely be very pleased."
Xi Quan quickly said, "Thank you for your praise, Old Chief. My current cultivation is all thanks to your nurturing!"
Xuan Ming said, "The path of cultivation is difficult, as difficult as ascending to heaven."
"Although cultivation resources are important."
"The more important thing is to have a pure heart."
"Only by not forgetting one's original intention can one overcome obstacles and break through layers of constraints!"
"Your current cultivation is not just due to my son's nurturing of you!"
"The most important thing is that you have a pure heart."
Xi Quan felt overwhelmed with gratitude. "This is all thanks to your teachings, Old Chief."
Xuan Ming smiled. "Did you come here for something?"
Xuan Ji immediately took out the Qiankun Bag and said, "Father, Xi Quan captured a person and a beast while on his mission. They both possess Divine Venerate realm cultivation."
"However, my cultivation is too low to refine them."
"Therefore, I have come to trouble you."
Xuan Ming frowned slightly, his face displeased. "Heaven is benevolent. Reaching the Divine Venerate realm is already a great fortune. Why should we refine them?"
Xi Quan said, "Old Chief, the law of the jungle has always been an immutable principle. What's wrong with refining them?"
"Hmph!"
Xuan Ming let out a heavy snort. "I do not deny the law of survival of the fittest, but using a magical artifact to capture others is the act of a villain."
"And times are different now."
"With the rampant invasion of demons, we humans should unite."
"Only then can we overcome difficulties together."
"If you are truly capable, stop fighting amongst yourselves. You can go and kill demons."
Seeing that Xuan Ming was getting angry.
Xi Quan was nervous and didn't know what to say.
Xuan Ji quickly said, "Father, please don't be angry. We didn't intend to refine them, we just wanted them to hand over the Samadhi True Fire."
"Yes."
"The person trapped in the Qiankun Bag possesses the Samadhi True Fire."
"As long as he is willing to hand over the Samadhi True Fire and swear not to trouble us, we will let him go."
Xuan Ming's eyes widened in shock.
Samadhi True Fire!
That was the divine fire from Lord Lao's alchemical furnace, a legend.
It was the most powerful divine fire in the Three Realms.
At this moment.
He was somewhat tempted, but he still shook his head. "All things have their destined owner. While the Samadhi True Fire is good, I fear it may bring disaster upon us!" With that, he took the Qiankun Bag.
As his spiritual power infused into it, he saw Chen Nan and abruptly stood up.
With a wave of his hand, divine power sent Xi Quan flying.
Xi Quan's seven orifices bled, leaving him in a miserable state.
"Father, what is the meaning of this?" Xuan Ji's scalp tingled, surprised by his father's furious outburst.
*Slap!*
Xuan Ming slapped him again, sending his own son tumbling and flying over ten meters, blood also seeping from his seven orifices.
"Wicked creature!"
"Wicked creature!"
Xuan Ming was so angry his beard bristled.
Without hesitation, he quickly released Chen Nan and the Nine-Headed Flame Lion from the Qiankun Bag.
"Why were we suddenly released?" Chen Nan yawned, not quite accustomed to the external light.
"Ancestor, please calm your anger!"
"Ancestor, please calm your anger!"
Xuan Ming was terrified and knelt on the ground, kowtowing repeatedly. "My tribesmen did not know your identity and have offended you. I hope you will be magnanimous and do not hold it against them."
Xuan Ji and Xi Quan were both dazed.
They hadn't expected Xuan Ming to kneel before Chen Nan.
He had even addressed him as Ancestor.
Xuan Ming suddenly turned around and berated them. "Ancestor saved my life and brought me out of Misty Valley. He is my benefactor in this life. Aren't you two going to kowtow and apologize to him?"
Hearing this.
Xuan Ji and Xi Quan broke out in a cold sweat.
They never imagined that Chen Nan was the chosen one with great fortune that Xuan Ming spoke of.
"Senior, please calm your anger, Senior, please calm your anger!" Xi Quan's face was bloodless with fear. "Junior did not know your identity. I beg you to spare my life!"
He kowtowed like pounding garlic, and his forehead was soon bloody and mangled.
Xuan Ming, in anger, walked forward and began to punch and kick Xi Quan. "You scoundrel! Do you really think you could capture the Ancestor with a mere broken Qiankun Bag? Do you know the Ancestor's power?"
"Let alone the fact that this Qiankun Bag is merely a replica."
"Even the legendary artifact would not be able to contain the Ancestor's true form."
He knew Chen Nan's strength.
The mere manifestation of his Dharma could not be contained within this Qiankun Bag.
"Enough, let him go," Chen Nan said indifferently.
Xuan Ming's eyes widened. "Aren't you going to thank the Ancestor for not killing you?"
"Thank you, Ancestor, for not killing me. Thank you, Ancestor, for not killing me." Xi Quan, as if granted amnesty, left the back mountain with a disheveled appearance.
"Ancestor, you are too merciful. If it were me, that guy would have to die!" Xuan Ming said indignantly.
Chen Nan was unfazed. "If everyone in the Cold Blade Tribe were as ignorant and foolish as him, I wouldn't mind destroying the tribe. But you, you are blessedly clear-headed!"
Xuan Ming's heart trembled.
He knew Chen Nan had heard his earlier words.
This sent a chill of fear through him.
He was fortunate that his greed had not affected his Dao heart.
If he had also coveted the Samadhi True Fire.
Even if he called Chen Nan Ancestor, Chen Nan might have destroyed the entire Cold Blade Tribe?
"Let's get straight to the point!" Chen Nan said, "I need the incomplete painting of the Ascension Road from the Cold Blade Tribe."
Xuan Ming's face tensed. "Logically, Ancestor, I should hand over that incomplete painting with both hands, but... I cannot give you that incomplete painting."
Chen Nan was puzzled. "Why is that?"