"There's nothing to see, let's go."
"Patriarch Chen, I have come from afar, so why don't you greet me?"
Zhou Huaian asked with a smile after seeing the sacred tree.
Chen Xingzhen also came out of his thoughts and spoke quickly:
"Sir, this way please."
Soon, several people arrived at the family hall.
Although it is a grand hall, it is extremely simple.
After the tea was served, Zhou Huaian took a sip and spoke again:
"Patriarch Chen, if my guess is correct, there should be a natural blood spring below the nobles, right?"
Chen Xingzhen's hand holding the teacup stopped instantly, with a hint of vigilance on his face.
However, considering that this person was brought here by Chen Yihu, it seems that he should have gone to see the family blood rice in advance. With Zhou Huaian's background and knowledge, it is not difficult for him to discover this.
Chen Xingzhen slowly put down the teacup and nodded in response:
"Yes, my Chen family does have a natural blood spring."
Zhou Huaian did not look surprised at all when he received Chen Xingzhen's affirmative answer. He just smiled:
"Patriarch Chen is a straightforward person, so I will speak frankly."
"My Zhou family leads an area with countless small families under it. Although this place is called the Mass Burial Mountain, it also belongs to the Yunmeng Mountain Range and is under the jurisdiction of my Yunmeng City."
"Is it possible for Patriarch Chen to understand what I am saying?"
Chen Xingzhen's expression turned slightly ugly after hearing this. He certainly understood what Zhou Huaian meant.
However, his Chen family had been here for twenty years, and suddenly they were divided into the territory of other families, which made it difficult for him to accept for a while.
And if he answered yes at this moment, then his family would be incorporated into the Zhou family's territory where Zhou Huaian was.
Can the family’s blood rice be preserved?
Today, these blood rices are the most important resource of the family and the foundation for the family to become stronger in the future.
Seeing Chen Xingzhen's hesitation, Zhou Huaian smiled calmly:
"Patriarch Chen, don't worry. There has never been any paradise in this world. Even if I don't come this time, someone else will come next time."
"The Chen family is just a small family of more than a hundred people. A Xiantian Realm warrior and a low-level totem are not enough for you to gain a foothold here."
"On the contrary, you should be thankful that it was me who came. If anyone else from my Zhou family came, Mass Grave Hill would no longer exist."
After Zhou Huaian finished speaking, he looked at Chen Qingyu who had rushed over after hearing the news, his expression still calm.
As he spoke, Zhou Huaian raised his hand slightly, and the teapot beside him floated into the air and finally slowly fell into his hand.
After he filled the cup with tea, he gently pushed the teapot back to its original place.
This scene made Chen Xingzhen and Chen Tianyu and others who came over change their expressions slightly.
You have to know that even a warrior in the late stage of the Innate Realm cannot achieve such a level, and just now not a single drop of blood or qi leaked out of Zhou Huaian's body.
It is obvious that Zhou Huaian is actually a powerful person in the Qi Control Realm!
Above the Xiantian realm is the Neigang realm.
After reaching the inner Gang realm, warriors cultivate Gang Qi instead of Qi and blood.
Using Qi to control objects is the method used by warriors at the Qi Control Realm.
Even if it is only the inner power realm, it is still not comparable to the innate realm warriors.
The huge gap in strength and Zhou Huaian’s words just now made Chen Xingzhen lose his mind.
After seeing the full teacup, Chen Xingzhen immediately reacted and said with a wry smile:
"Mr. Zhou is very reasonable. My Chen family is willing to be under the jurisdiction of the Zhou family."
After Chen Xingzhen said this, Chen Tianyu and others in the hall felt complicated emotions, but in the face of absolute strength, they could only remain silent.
Chen Qingyu frowned and stepped forward.
Compared to the methods Zhou Huaian just demonstrated, he would rather believe in the fists in his hands.
"Qingyu, step back, don't be rude."
Chen Xingzhen saw what Chen Qingyu was thinking and hurriedly stopped him.
Under Chen Xingzhen's solemn gaze, Chen Qingyu did not move forward, but turned around and left the hall.
"He has a good talent."
Zhou Huaian said with a smile.
"Your Excellency is overpraising me. It was just a fluke."
Zhou Huaian did not continue to discuss this topic, and instead said:
"Since Patriarch Chen has already agreed, 50% of the blood rice produced by the Chen family will be provided to the Zhou family. Does Patriarch Chen have any objection to this?"
50%.
Chen Xingzhen felt bitter, but he could only nod and agree.
Since Zhou Huaian is an expert at the fifth level of controlling Qi, there must be more than one person in the Zhou family. There must be others.
On the other hand, the family now only has Chen Qingyu, who is in the early stage of the Innate Realm. Even with the help of the power of the sacred tree, he cannot break through to the Inner Gang Realm. How can he compete with the Zhou family?
Compared to the destruction of the family, 50% of the blood rice is still acceptable, at least the family still has another 50% left.
"In fact, it's not just your Chen family. Many small families in my southern border are protected by other families. The Chen family has no strength, but it controls a natural blood spring. This is a sin in itself."
"Now that the Chen family is under the protection of our Zhou family, we don't have to worry about other families coveting this natural blood spring."
"In half a month, the blood rice should be mature. I will bring people over to receive it by then. I hope the nobles can prepare early."
"That's all I have to say. I think Patriarch Chen knows the answer."
"Goodbye."
After saying this, Zhou Huaian did not stay any longer and turned to leave the hall.
Chen Xingzhen followed closely behind.
After leaving the family hall, Zhou Huaian blew a whistle.
The moment the whistle sounded, a shadow appeared over the heads of many tribesmen.
After the shadow landed on the ground, everyone realized that it was actually a flying beast about half a meter tall, at the late stage of blood coagulation realm.
This ferocious beast looks like an eagle or a falcon, with sharp claws and two wings on its back. Its wingspan is several feet. When it lands, it stirs up a gust of wind on the ground.
Many tribesmen were forced to retreat. Some thought it was an attack by a ferocious beast and were about to call on other tribesmen to fight.
But the next moment, Zhou Huaian jumped into the air and landed on its back. The ferocious beast also spread its wings and flew towards the sky.
Soon, the figures of Zhou Huaian and the ferocious beast turned into a small black dot in the air.
But before leaving, Zhou Huaian's words fell into the ears of every tribe member:
"Patriarch Chen, we'll see each other in half a month. I hope you won't let me down then."
Not until the figures of the man and the beast completely disappeared did the tribesmen come to their senses.
The ferocious beast just now was actually just Zhou Huaian's mount.
But in the family, he is already considered an elder.
Chen Xingzhen frowned and stood there in silence for a long time.
But in the end, all the words turned into a long sigh, which was full of helplessness.
Such changes in the family were truly unexpected.
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