"Han Fei, do you think you're the only smart person left in the world?" Han Weixian turned around and stared intently at Han Fei.
"What makes you say that, Ancestor? I've never thought of it that way." Han Fei hurriedly shook his head.
"There are already immortals born in this world, and the heavens and earth can support the nine realms of immortals. Why are you still trying to trick me into continuing to sleep?" Han Weixian asked.
Han Fei's heart tightened.
Who's so gossipy? They actually told the patriarch so quickly when he wasn't looking?
It must be Yuexi and her group.
"An immortal has already been born?" Han Fei feigned surprise, looking completely unaware. "Where did the ancestor find out about this?"
"The birth of an immortal is a cause for celebration throughout the world. How could you not know?" Han Weixian sneered.
The path to immortality has been severed for tens of thousands of years. Now that it has been broken through, there will surely be extraordinary phenomena in the heavens to reveal this to the world.
How could Han Fei not know?
"I was in seclusion for some time and didn't know what was happening outside," Han Fei explained, then immediately cupped his hands and said, "Congratulations, Ancestor!"
Han Weixian frowned.
"Now that an immortal has been born, the ancestor no longer needs to remain asleep. I am willing to hand over the position of clan leader, and let the ancestor lead the Han family to fame throughout the Central Continent."
As Han Fei spoke, he took a step back and knelt down with a thud: "It is also an honor for the Han family."
The remaining members of the Han family, as if just coming to their senses, knelt down before Han Weixian with a thud and said in unison, "Greetings, Ancestor Clan Chief."
They were all sincere.
After this battle, the Han family has been severely weakened.
Several elders died.
Although the Supreme Elder was not dead, he was now a cripple.
Those who participated in the siege back then also lost their cultivation and became mortals.
The losses were severe.
Given the current state of the Han family, they are no longer qualified to stay in Shenchu City, let alone the eight great families of Zhongzhou.
Fortunately, there was also an ancestor who had become an immortal.
Even though the clan is now devoid of fighting power and is like a pile of loose sand, as long as the patriarch stands here, other families in the Central Continent will not dare to come and take a share of the spoils.
Moreover, with their ancestor around, the Han family could rise to become the head of the eight great families of Central Continent.
This is a blessing in disguise.
"Get up, all of you," Han Weixian said calmly.
"Thank you, Ancestor." Everyone then stood up.
Only Han Xian remained lying on the ground.
His body was loosely bound with several loops of hemp rope.
Han Weixian didn't see anything unusual at first glance, thinking it was just an ordinary hemp rope, and his brows furrowed tightly.
"Who is this person? Why is he tied up?" Han Weixian asked.
"It's Han Xian, a prodigy of the Han family's generation, with a light-elemental spiritual root that can both attack and defend," Han Fei immediately explained.
"A prodigy of his generation? Bound by ropes?" Han Weixian frowned even more deeply.
Han Xian didn't even lift his eyelids.
After visiting the Star Moon Sect, he felt as insignificant as an ant, and his mentality collapsed.
What Han family, what clan leader...
What he once cared so much about, he no longer finds appealing.
That's true.
Having tasted delicacies from land and sea, one naturally looks down on coarse food and wild vegetables.
When there's nothing to care about, one can achieve inner peace.
"Han Xian, the Ancestor is asking you a question," Han Fei shouted sternly.
He's definitely out of a position as clan leader, but at least he'll have to become an elder.
Then we have to please the ancestor and make him happy.
Han Xian remained silent.
Han Fei frowned deeply: "Han Xian, who taught you to be so disrespectful to your elders? Are you trying to rebel?"
Han Weixian, however, noticed something amiss.
"Can't you speak?"
Han Xian then raised his head, staring intently at Han Weixian, and suddenly smiled.
"What are you laughing at?" Han Fei immediately scolded.
"Miss Bai said that I don't need to speak anymore," Han Xian transmitted his voice. "So, my throat is ruined and I can no longer make a sound."
"Nonsense! How could such a thing possibly happen?" Han Fei reprimanded.
At the same time, Han Weixian's expression changed drastically, his eyes widening: "Words become law, this is words becoming law..."
That's a method only gods possess.
Miss Bai is indeed a goddess in this world.
The Han family has made a huge mistake.
Han Fei stammered, "Words, words, words become law... this, this..."
"The hemp rope on your body..." Han Weixian asked.
"It also belongs to Miss Bai." Han Xian transmitted his voice again, "I tried my best, but I couldn't break free even a fraction of it."
Although the rope was loosely tied, he was actually completely unable to move.
The hemp rope, like a series of laws, bound him.
Even the spiritual energy within the spiritual veins has ceased to circulate.
It's terrifying.
"I'll give it a try." Han Weixian pursed his lips, and a green light pulsed in his palm, carrying an indomitable aura.
Then, nothing happened.
The rope didn't even move an inch; it remained securely tied to Han Xian's body.
Han Weixian sighed.
His full-force attack, delivered by a cultivator at the Immortal Realm, couldn't even budge the rough edges of the rope.
What kind of divine object is this?
The nine realms of immortals are probably like ants in that great man's eyes, right?
"Ancestor, shall I give it a try?" Han Fei said.
Upon hearing this, Han Weixian couldn't help but roll his eyes, looking at Han Fei as if he were watching a joke.
He's just a piece of trash at the peak of the fifth level of the half-step immortal realm, yet he dares to be so arrogant!
This is utterly absurd!
Han Fei's thinking was actually very simple.
Although the ancestor's soul clone was an immortal, it had been dormant for tens of thousands of years.
Perhaps everything has deteriorated.
What if it's all bark and no bite?
It may look strong, but who knows how much it has deteriorated inside?
If he can accomplish something that his ancestor couldn't do in one strike, his position in the hearts of the Han family will surely rise even higher.
Even if the patriarch becomes the clan leader, his position in the clan will remain unshaken.
"Try it." Han Wei stepped back and gave a cold smile.
Han Fei secretly used two spirit-enhancing talismans, and even a top-grade spiritual weapon, before striking the rope with all his might.
The result is obvious.
Han Fei's all-out attack was like a clay ox sinking into the sea.
The most fatal thing was that the only Heavenly Grade Spiritual Artifact he possessed was broken.
Han Fei was dumbfounded.
Han Weixian glanced at him, then took out a communication stone, immediately put on a kind expression, and spoke in a gentle tone.
"Clan Chief Yun, could I trouble you with something?"
Yun Yue had already arrived at the Star Moon Sect's courtyard and was sitting there drinking tea. Upon hearing this, he asked, "What is it?"
"Could you please ask the lord to take back the rope that's binding Han Xian?" Han Weixian asked.
“I can pass on the message, but I can’t guarantee the outcome,” Yun Yue said.
"Okay, okay," Han Weixian said repeatedly.
After severing the communication stone, Yun Yue looked up at Bai Qingqing.
Everyone heard the telepathic message just now.
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