At this moment, Luo Tianhe, the city lord of Wanlong City, was leading over a hundred Wanlong City warriors to surround the small group of several dozen people from the Qian family.

These members of the Qian clan all looked emaciated. After all, they had been trapped in the crevice of the Holy Realm for some time and had not been able to replenish their strength. Their bodies had been severely depleted. If they weren't all martial artists, they would have all died long ago.

Moreover, after the Holy Realm opened, they had no choice but to enter Fangzhang Mountain immediately, since with their bloodline talents, the treasure trove was right there.

If they give up at this point.

This is an utterly heinous crime; I have no face to face my family patriarch in the afterlife.

But their luck was both good and bad.

The good thing was that they found a secret jade slip key immediately; the bad thing was that after finding the jade slip, they were immediately surrounded by the people of Wanlong City.

At this moment, Qian Fuhai was hiding in the crowd.

His gaze was somewhat gloomy.

"Wanlong City, those bastards have no sense of chivalry whatsoever. We'll kill them one day!"

"Patriarch, do we still have a future?"

Someone nearby said in a trembling voice.

"shut up!"

Qian Fuhai sneered.

Whether others have a future is unknown, but Qian Fuhai has now mastered a unique spatial technique, and that spatial rift has not actually disappeared.

Instead, he successfully refined it.

If he wanted, he could reopen the crack at any time, hide himself inside, and then escape from there.

This is also why he handed the jade slip to the ancestor and stayed here himself—to let the ancestor escape first. If things went wrong, he would at least have a chance to get away.

Qian Fuhai glanced at the other family members.

Even his son, Qian Duolu, was here.

He couldn't help but sigh.

"Unfortunately, after the Holy Realm opened, the rift only had a little residual power left, enough to hold only me. Otherwise, I could have rescued the others. Now, we can only hope for your own good fortune."

What are you muttering to yourself?

Luo Tianhe walked over with a gloomy expression.

He glared at Qian Fuhai, pointed his finger at his nose, and scolded, "Qian Fuhai, I only treat you well because you are the head of the Duobao clan. Don't try anything funny, or I'll take your life!"

"Yes, yes, I am completely convinced, but who knew that the ancestor would abandon us? It is truly hateful."

Qian Fuhai immediately began to speak ill of Qian Rushan.

Luo Tianhe laughed and shook his head, saying, "Your ancestor was injured and his strength is not what it used to be. He is just an eighth-level Martial Emperor. My subordinate Chen Ming will be able to find him soon."

"I am right here. Who wants to find me?"

Qian Rushan walked back to the woods with his hands behind his back, and the people of Wanlong City nearby were very alert and surrounded him immediately.

When they saw Qian Rushan leisurely rushing back.

All eyes turned to the man in white.

"Chen Ming, why don't you tie this guy up?"

"Lord, this man cannot be bound!"

"Um?"

Luo Tianhe's face darkened.

He had a very resolute, square face, and when he wasn't speaking, he exuded an air of authority without anger. At this moment, his expression as he glared at Chen Ming was incredibly intimidating.

Chen Ming gave a wry smile.

He pointed to Lin Jinglong behind him.

"City Lord, this person is Lin Jinglong, who is also the final source of our Mountain-Sitting Technique, and is our ancestor!"

This was the first time Luo Tianhe had ever met Lin Jinglong.

He looked the young man up and down, then suddenly grinned and sneered.

"So you're Lin Jinglong?"

"Are you looking for me?"

Lin Jinglong looked at him expressionlessly.

While the other party was scrutinizing him, he was also observing the other party and discovered that although Luo Tianhe's realm was not low, he was only a ninth-level Martial Emperor at present.

It seems to pose no threat to him.

Luo Tianhe nodded.

"That's right, I am the city lord of Wanlong City. But you claim to be Lin Jinglong and to have mastered the source of the Immortal Sitting Mountain Technique. Do you have any proof?"

"Didn't your subordinates already prove it for you?"

"I don't trust him!"

Luo Tianhe said casually.

Chen Ming's eyes widened.

He said repeatedly, "Lord City Lord, what are you doing? I've followed you for over a decade, and you're saying you don't trust me?"

"You don't need to say anything, I want him to verify it!"

Luo Tianhe raised his hand and pointed at Lin Jinglong.

Lin Jinglong appeared quite relaxed about this.

"Aren't you afraid that after the verification, your vital energy and vitality will be damaged?"

"That's our own business."

Luo Tianhe nodded and said.

So Lin Jinglong activated the Mountain Sitting Technique.

They said it themselves, so Lin Jinglong didn't mind demonstrating it for them. After all, it wasn't his loss, and he could also learn from their martial arts foundation.

Behind them were Qian Fuhai and others.

Their eyes lit up.

"So it's Master Lin! No wonder the patriarch has returned. Our Qian family is saved!"

The Duobao clan suffered heavy losses because of Lin Jinglong, leaving only the Qian family lineage. Now, the world has changed drastically.

Only Lin Jinglong can save them.

The Qian family is no longer as powerful as it used to be, and they have placed all their hopes on Lin Jinglong.

Under the expectant gaze of the Qian family.

Luo Tianhe finally learned his lesson.

He claimed that he did not trust Lin Jinglong, so he forced him to start verifying the Mountain Sitting Technique. After that, the Mountain Sitting Technique divine souls in his body and the group of martial artists nearby began to exert their power.

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