Suddenly, a white light appeared out of nowhere, followed by a cat's meow. By the time everyone reacted, the white cat had already nimbly jumped onto the platform where the spirit tablet was placed.
"White cat? Why is it here? Quick, quick, catch it for me!" Lan Yan was so frightened that he forgot that it was a monster. He hurriedly shouted to the disciples around him.
Only then did Lan Ziye discover that Lan Yan's nine sons, Jia, Yi, Bing, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng, Xin, and Ren, were all there, and all his grandchildren were also there.
Hearing Lan Yandu's order, the nine sons remained upright and dignified, while the grandchildren hurriedly started a cat-catching game.
The white cat seemed to be crazy. No matter what the disciples did, it kept jumping up and down and could not be caught. The cat's meows were joyful, but they seemed like sharp blades cutting into Lan Yan's heart.
In just a few moments, the entire ancestral hall was in chaos. The spirit tablets were knocked over and fell to the ground, the ashes in the incense burner were scattered everywhere, and the candlesticks were tilted to one side.
"Useless thing, you can't even catch a cat? Hurry up and catch that white cat for me, catch that cat!" Lan Yan couldn't bear it anymore and became hysterical.
However, those disciples were no match for the white cat. Even if they used their spiritual power, they couldn't even touch a single hair of the cat. They were like ants on a hot pan, in a mess. The more anxious they were, the more disorganized they became. The more things they knocked down, broke, and damaged, the greater the destructive power became, as if they were going to tear down the entire ancestral hall in the next second.
Seeing that the time was right, the white cat meowed, jumped onto the main altar, and pounced on the painting.
"The portrait of our ancestor!" Lan Yan shouted!
Before the voice fell, a "hiss" was heard, and the painting was torn into two pieces by the white cat. The key point was that it seemed that torn into two pieces was not enough for it. Several white lights in the shape of cat claws flashed by, and the poor portrait that had been protected for thousands of years was completely turned into a pile of confetti scattered all over the ground, and the wind blew it everywhere.
Lan Yan looked at the empty wall with a pale face, spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes rolled back and he fainted completely.
"dad!"
"grandfather!"
"Master!"
Everyone was horrified and rushed towards Lan Yan.
Lan Ziye, who had been leaning against the wall, watching the show, was also surprised. This old man was too weak, wasn't he? It was just a portrait that didn't look like her. Was it really that serious?
However, this was his own fault after all. Lan Ziye put the white cat back into the Shikigami space and squeezed into the crowd with an apologetic look on his face.
At this moment, Lan Jia, who was closest to Lan Yan, had already picked him up. He looked at Lan Ziye with anger and scolded him, "What on earth do you want to do?"
Lan Ziye pursed her lips and took out two small porcelain bottles from her Qiankun bag, one blue and one white. She handed the white bottle to Lan Jia first and said, "This is a revitalizing potion. It has a miraculous effect on qi and blood. Give it to the patriarch, and he should wake up immediately. Also..." Lan Ziye handed over the blue bottle, "This contains a cultivation potion to help restore spiritual power and advance." After a pause, she continued, "I found it by chance. You shouldn't be able to buy it in Lanxuan City. Consider it my compensation to the patriarch!"
Lan Jia took the two porcelain bottles and asked with a complicated expression, "Is that white cat really your Shikigami?"
Lan Ziye nodded and said helplessly, "So if it makes a mistake, it's my mistake! Just tell me what compensation you want."
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