After Teng Huayuan heard the words of senior Luo Chuan, he had no doubts. After all, this was the top powerhouse in their Zhao Kingdom territory. Who dared to have the slightest doubt?
Luo Chuan put one hand behind his back and said calmly, "Since you two are here, then follow me back to the Hengyue Sect."
"Yes!"
The two people cupped their hands, looked at each other, then followed Luo Chuan and flew straight in the direction of the Hengyue Sect.
At this time, Hengyue Sect is still exactly the same as before, but with the addition of the War God Hall and Luohe Sect, the strength of the Hengyue Sect's disciples is countless times stronger than before.
Liu Wenju and True Person Huanglong seemed to have known about their ancestor's return for a long time, and had arranged for their disciples to wait here in advance.
When he saw Luo Chuan returning, he also led all his disciples to kneel on the ground, kowtow respectfully towards the position in the sky and then bow.
"Greetings to the ancestor!"
"Greetings to the ancestor!"
"Greetings to the ancestor!"
The deafening sound resounded throughout the sky, and the disciples of the Hengyue Sect were also filled with excitement. After all, this was the first person to see the legendary Zhao Kingdom at such a close distance.
Everyone was very excited.
To be able to see the strongest Zhao Kingdom and the youngest Yingbian Realm monks in Vermilion Bird Planet with your own eyes can be said to be their honor in their previous lives.
Luo Chuan landed smoothly on the ground. Looking at the Hengyue Sect who had nearly ten thousand people, he nodded with satisfaction and said, "I didn't expect that I, Hengyue Sect, would have so many disciples in the many years since I left."
The great elder Liu Wenju replied respectfully, "Reporting to our ancestors, currently we Hengyue Sect have ten thousand disciples, not counting those affiliated sects and families."
"If we count them all, there are about 20,000 people."
Listening to what Elder Liu Wenju said, Luo Chuan nodded with satisfaction, and then said, "Let them do their own duties. There is no need for such a big battle after I come back."
"As commanded."
Liu Wenju Elder stroked his beard gently, waved his right hand forward, and the disciples in front of him also left the sect square in an orderly manner, but more disciples were full of envy and excitement.
After all, seeing the ancestor's appearance at such a close distance is definitely ten thousand times more powerful than dual cultivation.
Back in the magnificent hall, Teng Huayuan did not sit on a chair, but knelt on the ground in front of everyone.
Teng Huayuan kowtowed and said, "Please, ancestor, make the decision for me Teng Clan."
Seeing Teng Huayuan's appearance, Luo Chuan picked up the tea cup on the table, took a sip, and asked calmly, "Tell me slowly, what happened."
"Old Ancestor... Wang Lin returned to the Zhao Kingdom not long ago. In a few days, he killed nearly a thousand of my Teng Clan disciples. Now they have disappeared. I would like to ask senior to help me kill Wang Lin and avenge the dead disciples!"
Hearing that Wang Lin had killed thousands of the Teng Clan's disciples, Luo Chuan's right hand that raised the teacup stopped a little, looked sideways slightly, looked at Teng Huayuan who was kneeling on the ground, and said indifferently:
"Teng Huayuan, do you still remember what I told you hundreds of years ago?"
"Hundreds of years ago..." Teng Huayuan raised his head and looked at the ancestor Luo Chuan in front of him, and those words from back then flashed through his mind.
Back then, Luo Chuan said that Teng Clan was in trouble, and this disaster was Teng Clan's disciple Teng Li. However, after Teng Li died tragically in the hands of Wang Lin, Teng Huayuan slaughtered the entire Wang Clan regardless of his identity.
Now hundreds of years have passed, Teng Li has long been reduced to ashes, and my own Teng Clan is thriving, but today I realized that something was wrong.
Teng Huayuan clenched his fist and said, "Ancestor... you mean... will the demise of the Teng Clan be because of this Wang Lin?"
Luo Chuan took a sip of tea, put down the teacup in his hand, and said calmly, "I already reminded you back then. Who can you blame if you didn't listen to dissuasion?"
Teng Huayuan trembled and knelt on the ground, sweating uncontrollably. He quickly climbed up to Luo Chuan and said, "Ancestor, I, Teng Clan, have been following you for hundreds of years. Please save me, Teng Clan."
Looking at Teng Huayuan in front of him, Luo Chuan stood up slowly, put one hand behind his back, and said calmly, "Since you Teng Clan have been loyal to me Hengyue Sect for hundreds of years, I can go to make peace in person, but whether you can be forgiven depends on your luck."
"Thank you, ancestor, thank you, ancestor!"
Zhao Kingdom, Wang Clan Ancestral Hall.
The silver-haired Wang Lin looked at the memorial tablet in front of him, his eyes instantly became moist, and he knelt on the ground with a plop, hitting his head hard on the ground.
"Unworthy descendant Wang Lin... is back."
Looking at the name on the tablet, Wang Lin's heart felt extremely painful. Recalling what he experienced back then, his heart felt extremely painful.
"Mom and dad, don't worry... Next time you come here, use the heads of the entire Teng Clan clan to build a tower of the Teng Clan heads for your mom and dad."
A murderous aura immediately emitted from Wang Lin's body. At this moment, the coldness in the main hall suddenly increased greatly, which was several times heavier than the coldness of the rainy night outside.
Just after Wang Lin put on the three sticks of incense, he immediately turned around and discovered that at some point, a handsome young man wearing a white Daoist robe and long white hair was sitting in the room.
When he saw the young man, Wang Lin recognized the other person's identity. It was Progenitor of the Hengyue Sect, Luo Chuan who had the strength of the Yingbian Realm.
Wang Lin walked over and bowed respectfully towards his seat, "Junior Wang Lin, pay my respects to senior Luo Chuan."
Luo Chuan took a sip of tea, tapped the table with his fingers and said, "Sit down, I am a guest after all, so I won't entertain you."
Wang Lin nodded, sat next to Luo Chuan, poured him a cup of tea himself, and then asked, "Senior, what do you want to do with your visit to my Wang Clan ancestral home this time?"
"I only came here for one thing, which can be regarded as the cause and effect of the Zhao Kingdom."
Hearing these words, Wang Lin seemed to have guessed something, and said slowly, "Senior, if you help Teng Clan plead for mercy, please take back your words. After all, I will kill all Teng Clan's in this life!"
Wang Lin had sworn many years ago that as long as he was strong enough, Teng Clan would die without a burial place.
Regardless of whether they are men, women, children, or infants, as long as they are Teng Clan disciples, they will all be killed.
Luo Chuan slowly put down the tea cup in his hand and said calmly, "Did you know that Teng Huayuan has already broken through the Spirit Severing Realm, and you have just broken through the Nascent Soul Realm stage. The gap between the two can be said to be worlds apart."
"Even if you have Extreme Realm, you are still as fragile as an ant in front of the strong Spirit Severing Realm. I think of you as a child with a strong heart, so I can give you a chance to choose."
"Let your parents reincarnate again, and at the same time let Teng Huayuan kowtow to make amends for the Wang Clan disciples, and let all living beings bow their heads to Capital City Wang Clan, and lead Wang Clan disciples to become a family of immortals."