Bestowal of a Technique

Yet Chen Xinghong was rather nervous at this moment, for the person he was about to meet was the Chen Clan Head, the leader of the Three Vein Immortal Alliance—a figure whom even Primordial Spirit Dao Lords addressed as brother.

This left Chen Xinghong both excited and anxious. He could not help looking at Lu Wenyuan before him, then asked somewhat excitedly,

"Grand-Martial Uncle, why do you think the Ancestor summoned me? At least let me prepare myself."

"You brat."

Lu Wenyuan could not help but smile faintly. Chen Xinghong was a generation younger than him in age; when Chen Xinghong had been born, Chen Changxuan had been in seclusion, remolding his body.

As for Clan Head Chen Nianzhi, he had focused chiefly on cultivation and did not concern himself with family affairs below the Golden Core realm. There were now nearly a thousand Golden Core True Persons in the clan, many stationed across various regions, who never had the chance to see him even once in their lives.

Chen Xinghong had mainly been cared for by Ye Qingfeng, Lu Wenyuan, Chen Xianye, and several other elder True Lords before cultivating to where he was today, so they were considerably closer.

Seeing Chen Xinghong's nervous expression, Lu Wenyuan smiled and said, "Master rarely summons a True Lord of the clan alone. This summons is most likely a good thing."

"But let me make this clear: Master has a sharp temperament. Do not act mischievously."

"Xinghong understands."

Chen Xinghong nodded, then followed Lu Wenyuan into the cave dwelling.

Only after entering the cave dwelling did Chen Xinghong see the figure whose might shook the Eastern Wasteland.

The man sat cross-legged within the cave dwelling, clad in white robes pure as snow, with a bearing like jade. Three thousand strands of dark