Wang Lin burst into tears, her body trembling violently, Nascent Soul Realm's spiritual power leaked out uncontrollably, but she did not dare to touch the fragile light beam for fear of disturbing her parents' journey to reincarnation.
The tablets in the ancestral hall shook violently under the agitation of spiritual power, and the candlelight was blown around, reflecting his figure curled up on the ground, crying and looking extremely lonely.
When the last ray of light dissipated in the air, Wang Lin's arms still maintained the hugging posture, but there was nothing in his arms.
The familiar warmth completely disappeared, leaving only the faint touch on his fingertips, reminding him that what he just experienced was not an illusion.
"Dad... Mom..."
Wang Lin murmured to himself, his tears wet the ground and spread a dark water stain.
Years of hatred, struggle, and forbearance turned into overwhelming grief at the moment when his parents completely passed away, completely drowning him.
Wang Lin's legs went weak, and he collapsed on the ground, grabbing his hair with both hands, tears falling uncontrollably, and scenes from when he was still young emerged in his mind.
It wasn't until the crying gradually became hoarse that Wang Lin slowly raised his head, his red eyes looking in the direction where his parents' souls had disappeared, and the grief in his eyes was gradually replaced by determination.
Luo Chuan glanced at Wang Lin in front of him, shook his head slightly, turned around and left the place. After all, only those who have experienced this kind of pain will know.
Returning to the Hengyue Sect, Teng Huayuan asked impatiently, "Ancestor, how is the situation over there? Wang Lin, are you willing to let me go? Teng Clan?"
Luo Chuan replied calmly, "Wang Lin is unwilling to let go of the Teng Clan. If we want to fight you to the death, there is nothing I can do."
Hearing that Wang Lin was unwilling to turn hostility into friendship, Teng Huayuan raised his head ferociously, stared with copper bell-like eyes and said, "Since Wang Lin won't let me go, Teng Clan, I, Teng Huayuan, will destroy Wang Clan's entire family!"
"I heard that Capital City Wang Clan is the descendant of Wang Lin. If this is the case, I will massacre the entire Wang Clan and make Wang Clan disappear completely within the territory of the Zhao Kingdom!"
At this moment, Teng Huayuan is completely furious. Regardless of what happens to the Teng Clan in the future, what he wants more now is to massacre the entire disciples of the Wang Clan bloodline.
Seeing Teng Huayuan like this, Luo Chuan did not stop him. Instead, he just reminded him calmly, "If you don't want Teng Clan's future disciples to be shattered, then go kill Wang Clan disciples."
"I reminded you once back then, but whether you can remember it or not depends on your own thoughts."
Luo Chuan slowly raised his head, looked at Teng Huayuan in front of him, and gave a faint reminder. After all, if Teng Clan had not been affiliated with the Hengyue Sect for hundreds of years, he would not bother to interfere in this matter.
Teng Huayuan remained silent, the veins bulging out in the arm that was holding the tea cup tightly. He wished he could kill the Wang Lin child right here on the spot.
But now Wang Lin has left the territory of the Zhao Kingdom. Finding him is nothing more than looking for a needle in a haystack, which is impossible.
But in the future, Teng Clan was destroyed, which left Teng Huayuan at a loss as to what to do. He could only look at the ancestor Luo Chuan in front of him with pleading eyes.
"Ancestor... how can I preserve my Teng Clan bloodline?"
Luo Chuan leaned on the chair and tapped the stone table with his fingertips. The bluestone instantly cracked into fine lines, but his tone remained calm.
"Wang Lin, although his cultivation is not as good as the current Teng Clan, he has a heart that defies heaven, and he is also carrying a rare treasure. When he returns in the future, Zhao Kingdom will be unstoppable."
Luo Chuan raised his eyes and glanced at Teng Huayuan's pale face, and continued, "If you insist on fighting with him, Teng Clan will be removed from the Zhao Kingdom today."
"If you want to keep a chance of survival, immediately separate a direct disciple, carry half of the Teng Clan's exercises and the treasured elixir, and leave Hangu Pass overnight to go to Southern Chu. They will remain anonymous and are not allowed to set foot on the Zhao Kingdom again."
"The spiritual energy of Southern Chu is thin, but it is far away from the Zhao Kingdom, and there is no tie to the Hengyue Sect. As long as they stay safe and practice with concentration, they may not be unable to regain Teng Clan's reputation after a thousand years."
Luo Chuan paused for a moment, his eyes falling on the fluttering flags outside the ancestral hall, "As for you, stay Zhao Kingdom and take care of yourself."
Teng Huayuan was shaken all over, and his clenched fists slowly unclenched. Struggle and unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and finally turned into a trace of clarity after despair.
Teng Huayuan suddenly fell to his knees and kowtowed three times to Luo Chuan: "Thank you, ancestor, for your guidance... Teng Huayuan... follow the order!"
When he stood up, Teng Huayuan had no trace of rage in his eyes, only fierce determination remained. He turned around and summoned his clansmen with a roar.
The sound of chaotic footsteps instantly sounded in the ancestral hall, mixed with low whimpering and the sound of hasty cleaning up, gradually spreading in the Zhao Kingdom dusk.
The next morning, the golden rooster crowed.
Within Teng Family City.
Those who were strong in the Teng Clan Nascent Soul Realm stage also learned about the situation, and decided to save their blood, leave Teng Clan, and go to remote areas.
However, Teng Huayuan handed over the matter to Teng San, who was a monk in the later realm of the Nascent Soul Realm and one of the few top experts in the Teng Clan.
Teng San does not look young. His hair on the temples is already pale and his appearance is slightly weathered. Judging from his appearance, he is about forty or fifty years old.
"Ancestor... do we really have no chance?"
Teng Huayuan took a deep breath and said, "Ethereal Sect Master Gao Qiming's words have always been my belief, but senior Luo Chuan predicted that I, Teng Clan, will have a fatal disaster. Now... within a hundred years, it will definitely come true."
"Teng San, take your generation of blood relatives and leave Teng Family City. According to the instructions of senior Luo Chuan, go to the Southern Chu place in a remote area, where you will protect the last bloodline of the Teng Clan."
Listening to the ancestor's words, Teng San nodded heavily, but he did not intend to leave by himself. Instead, he gave this hope to his daughter and other tribesmen.
When Teng San returned to the room, he found his biological daughter, who was also his most beloved baby.
This man was extremely handsome, with a flawless face embedded in a pair of eyes that were brighter than the sparkling gems in the dark ocean.
"Xiuxiu, now I, Teng Clan, have encountered a powerful enemy. Our ancestor ordered us to separate our bloodlines and survive. After we leave, you and your sister will not come back again."
Teng San's voice said calmly.
Teng Xiuxiu is the daughter of Teng San. In fact, the reason why Teng San came out of the secret room was to protect Teng Xiuxiu and return to Teng Family City.
Teng Xiuxiu nodded slightly.
"If... if my father cannot escape death this time, then you should not go to Teng Family City, nor come back to avenge us, and never return to the Zhao Kingdom territory."
Wang Zhuo listened to this with a calm expression, but sneered in his heart.
Teng San, also known as Teng Hai, is the most valued disciple of Teng Huayuan.
The eyes at this moment seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. They glanced at Wang Zhuo coldly, without showing any expression on his face, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry.