In the iceberg tower, Long Long stood calmly with his hands behind his back, while Long Hu stood beside him.

As the old man gave the order to assemble, soon all the cultivators in Beiming Fanyang gathered in the ice hall - looking at the two young men with strange expressions.

"Is this all?" Long Long asked the old man with a complicated expression.

"That's all." The old man replied, "A total of one hundred and seven monks, all here."

Long Long made a rough scan and counted them, and found that there were only twenty-six people in the Dongyuan Realm, and the rest were cultivators in the Huaxing Realm. As for the ancestors - there was not a single one.

No wonder Beiming Fanyang is so suspicious and never goes out.

After all, there are no immortals guarding the cave. Any random demon ancestor from outside, even if he comes from a very weak demon tribe, can easily pin the remnants of the dragon to the ground.

"Why is there no ancestor?" Long Long asked the old man again, "Logically speaking, with the bloodline of us dragons, this shouldn't be the case..."

The cultivation of the demon race pays attention to bloodline origin. The higher the rank of the bloodline from the parents, the faster the cultivation speed will be, and the upper limit will also be higher.

"Ahem." The old man said awkwardly, "In the secret realm, there is not enough spiritual energy, and there is no heavenly tribulation."

Without the heavenly tribulation, it is impossible to ascend to heaven. It is a very simple and plain truth.

"Since it is impossible to achieve immortality in the secret realm, then why not..." Long Long asked with a frown.

"If we leave the secret realm, how can we guarantee the safety of Beiming Fanyang?" This time, it was not the old man who answered, but the middle-aged cultivator. "The heavenly tribulation of Yuhua is so powerful that it can shake thousands of miles away. The one who is going through the tribulation is a dragon. Once the true form is revealed, how can it be hidden from others?"

“When the time comes, the Qilin clan will follow and kill us. Even if they are fine, we, the remaining Jiaolong people, will die without a burial place!”

"That may not be the case." The old man argued with him, "Three thousand years ago, a senior left without permission, and then nothing happened, right?"

"If one person leaves, nothing will happen." The middle-aged monk argued with him, "If ten or a hundred people leave, as long as one person leaks the secret, the whole clan will be destroyed!"

While these two people were arguing, the twenty or so people who were traveling with the middle-aged monk nodded in agreement.

The other monks had different expressions on their faces, but no one stood up to support either side.

So Long Long soon realized that due to the lack of an ancestor in this secret realm, there was no strong voice to coordinate the will of the entire clan.

The middle-aged cultivator has won over twenty or so Jiaolong cultivators who are equally xenophobic. He is the radical force that dominates Beiming Fanyang and the main culprit for Beiming Fanyang not being open to the outside world for so many years.

The old man is the only one who is pro-outside. He knows that it is not feasible to continue to stay in seclusion, but his momentum is far inferior to that of the middle-aged monk, so he can only contact the outside world secretly.

As for the vast majority of Jiaolong cultivators, they are not concerned about the future direction of Beiming Fanyang - in fact, most of the sects in the cultivation world are the same. If it were not for the sect's forced regulations, the Yuanying elders would not even want to take in disciples, and would be satisfied with taking care of their own paths.

Although the old man was stubborn and refused to admit defeat, he had more than 20 people on the other side to support him, so he was at a disadvantage in terms of momentum. He had no choice but to bring out the dragon fox and said:

"The reason why I secretly opened Beiming Fanyang this time was not for my own personal gain, but for the daughter of His Majesty!"

"Nonsense, you!" The middle-aged monk was about to rebuke him for lying to escape punishment, but his eyes fell on Long Long and he immediately took back the words.

This person can neither be defeated nor be provoked, so it is better not to offend him.

The radicals dared not speak, but the majority of the neutral people started to stir:

"That majesty? Which majesty is it?"

"Who else could it be except that Emperor Yinglong?"

Suddenly, a crowd of people gathered together to see the dragon fox's appearance.

The middle-aged monk looked at Long Long and quickly ordered his men to maintain order and prevent other monks from rushing in and not angering Long Long.

It was just that twenty people were facing more than eighty people. It was really powerless to maintain order. Suddenly, Dragon Fox stood up and said:

"I know that everyone has great doubts about my identity. If you have any questions, I will try my best to answer them here."

Of course, this was also Long Long's order, and it just hit the spot for these neutral monks.

After a while of arguing, they brought out a Jiaolong monk and asked:

"May I ask this... Your Highness, you said that you are the blood descendant of that Majesty, but do you have any evidence that can convince others?"

"This is very simple." The old man suddenly came out and said, "I am the clan leader, so I will examine your bloodline, and you can supervise and witness from the side."

After hearing what he said, everyone started clamoring to watch, so the old man quickly added:

"Only ten people! Ten at most!"

Finally, after a lot of noise, everyone elected nine people to supervise the old man in testing bloodlines - the remaining spot was confirmed personally by a radical middle-aged monk.

The dragon fox took a drop of blood essence. After the old man got the blood essence, he began to perform magic on the spot.

Long Long watched with interest from the side and found that the magic spells cast by the old man were roughly similar to the blood puppet spells used by the dragon in the Dragon Prison Well in the past. It was basically certain that they were from the same source.

As the ritual spell was performed to the end, the essence and blood gradually split into three, eventually taking the forms of Yinglong, Tianhu, and the human race.

Everyone stared at the blood essence in a daze, all showing confused expressions. Only the old man was stunned for a moment, and suddenly shouted in ecstasy:

"The former queen was a human-fox hybrid. Now the results of the bloodline test are the best proof of your highness's identity!"

Speaking of the human-fox hybrid queen, the cultivators of the Jiaolong clan are all familiar with her. After all, it was for her that Emperor Yinglong expeditioned to the human world.

Therefore, after hearing this, most of the Jiaolong monks believed it completely and no longer had any doubts. They hurriedly saluted respectfully to the Dragon Fox and called him "Your Highness".

Although the middle-aged monk and other radicals had concerns, they all lowered their heads and stopped talking.

Only the old man muttered to himself for a moment, and then asked again:

"It's just... why is he a mixed blood of three tribes? This shouldn't be possible..."

Among bloodlines, the three-way balance of power is very unstable, because the two strong bloodlines will often devour the weakest bloodline first, and the process is so cruel that the newborn cannot even survive to adulthood.

Long Long saw that the time had come, so he came out and said:

"We came to Beiming Fanyang to resolve the blood conflict in His Highness."

As he spoke, he signaled the Dragon Fox to take out the pendant hidden in his chest and show the fragments of the Sky-Budding Stone on it to the Jiaolong monks.