"Born?!"
The smile on Qiangu Fuliu's face froze instantly, and a hint of shock flashed in his eyes.
He never expected that Kong Xuan had such a purpose on his trip.
But he shook his head almost instinctively, his tone carrying an undeniable certainty.
"Impossible!"
" Kong Xuan, you may not understand the rules of our clan. The current clan leader is my father. To ask him to agree to the birth of the Qiangu Clan? Absolutely not."
"It seems your trip has been in vain."
As the young clan leader, he knew all too well the clan rules that his Qiangu Clan had followed, because of the bloody lessons he had personally experienced!
Ten thousand years ago, the Spirit Hall was destroyed. As descendants of the two Super Douluo, Qian Jun Jiang Mo, who had once served the Spirit Hall, the Qiangu Clan suffered a brutal purge.
The survivors had no choice but to live in seclusion, hiding in the Ming Mountain Valley. They established an ancestral precept to remain hidden for generations, never to get involved in outside conflicts again.
This millennia-long peace was achieved at the cost of sacrificing past glory and communication with the outside world.
"The ancestral precepts are as solid as a mountain; the eight characters 'remain secluded from the world and detached from worldly affairs' are engraved in the bones of every member of the clan throughout the ages."
Qiangu Fuliu shook his head, genuinely believing that their Qiangu Clan would never emerge into the world.
Qiangu Fuliu Liu kept saying that the ancestral precepts could not be disobeyed, but Kong Xuan's sharp golden eyes clearly captured the fleeting longing for the vast world outside that flashed deep in his eyes.
The elders of the tribe may be content with the tranquility of this small space, but how can their young hearts, like fledgling eagles yearning to soar, be willing to be trapped forever in this deep valley?
They are naturally filled with curiosity and longing for the magnificent outside world.
Having discerned this hidden thought, Kong Xuan's voice softened, yet carried an even stronger penetrating force. " Fuliu, your clan has secluded itself from the world for ten thousand years, and has long since lost sight of the true nature of the outside world."
"The mainland is currently undergoing an unprecedented upheaval, with the wave of Soul Tool sweeping across everything, and the old order is collapsing."
"If we remain closed off from the outside world and fail to experience, learn, and adapt firsthand, even with a millennium-long heritage, our Qiangu Clan will likely be quickly abandoned by the surging tide of time."
"By then... it will be too late to catch up."
Kong Xuan didn't know exactly when the Qiangu Clan was born and joined the Spirit Pagoda, but he truly felt that now was an opportunity that absolutely could not be missed!
These words struck the heart of Qiangu Fuliu like a heavy hammer blow.
His understanding of the outside world was indeed vague, and he did not know exactly what Kong Xuan meant by the "major change," but the sense of urgency and crisis contained in those words could not be ignored by him.
His eyes flickered intensely, and his brows furrowed slightly, clearly indicating that he was engaged in a fierce internal struggle, carefully weighing every word Kong Xuan spoke.
Seeing this, Kong Xuan knew the time was right. He leaned forward slightly and stared intently into Qiangu Fuliu's eyes.
He said earnestly, " Fuliu, please introduce me to the clan chief so I can speak with him personally. I am confident I can persuade him."
Looking into Kong Xuan's golden eyes, so different from when he was a child, I could feel the determination and confidence in them.
Gu Fuliu pursed his lips and remained silent for a long time.
Finally, he took a deep breath, as if making a firm decision, and nodded heavily. "Alright! I'll take you to see Father."
At the heart of Ming Mountain Valley stands a majestic ancient hall, its flying eaves and brackets exuding a solemnity honed by the passage of time.
Qiangu Fuliu hurried in, almost like a gust of wind, as he rushed into the hall from outside.
The interior of the main hall is not elaborately furnished, yet it exudes an air of majesty.
In the main seat facing the entrance, two carved wooden chairs are placed side by side, with a row of slightly smaller seats on each side.
Clearly, this is the formal venue where the Qiangu Clan discusses important clan matters.
At this moment, in the empty council hall, only the current clan leader Qiangu Fengxing, sat upright in the main seat on the left, his eyes closed and his Soul Power contained, as if he were meditating.
Hearing footsteps, he didn't open his eyes, but his deep, steady voice already echoed in the hall, " Fuliu, I heard you brought outsiders into the valley?"
Qiangu Fuliu was not surprised that his father learned of the matter so quickly.
He steadied his slightly rapid breathing from walking quickly and replied respectfully, "Yes, Father, they are my friends, and now... they wish to see you."
Upon hearing this, Qiangu Fengxing slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of deep, unwavering eyes.
He hesitated for a moment, then said calmly, "In that case, let them in."
With his unfathomable cultivation level, he naturally had already sensed the two unfamiliar auras waiting outside the hall.
The son, Qiangu Fuliu, was the young clan leader on whom the clan placed great hopes. Qiangu Fengxing felt it necessary to personally meet and examine all the friends he made, whether as a father or as the clan leader.
Upon hearing this, Qiangu Fuliu immediately turned towards the palace gate and called out, " Kong Xuan, Kong Ling, come in."
The voice echoed in the empty hall, and as soon as the words were spoken, two figures stepped in side by side from outside the door.
The brother and sister walked with ease and composure, taking two steps forward to stand before the Qiangu Fengxing, bowing in unison and saying, "Junior Kong Xuan ( Kong Ling ) greets Senior!"
Qiangu Fengxing's gaze, which had been somewhat casual yet scrutinizing, fell upon the two of them. But the next moment, his usually calm eyes suddenly sharpened, and his body even unconsciously leaned forward slightly.
The brother and sister in front of me are clearly about the same age as my son.
The woman named Kong Ling exuded Soul Power at the Soul Emperor level, her aura solid and heavy, unlike someone who had been forcibly elevated using drugs.
Moreover, Kong's soul power level seemed to be slightly higher than Fu Liu's, which was a talent that was truly remarkable.
However, what shocked him even more was the boy named Kong Xuan.
He stood there quietly, his breathing calm, without a trace of his Soul Power leaking out.
However, Qiangu Fengxing, a Level 97 Super Douluo, possessed incredibly sharp spiritual senses, yet he couldn't see through this young man's true strength at all!
The feeling was like gazing into a bottomless pool, its surface calm but lurking beneath with a power that could swallow everything whole.
"Please have a seat, both of you."
When Qiangu Fengxing spoke, his voice remained steady, but the slight disdain that naturally arose from his high position vanished in an instant.
At this moment, how could he possibly care whether his son had brought people into the valley without permission?
These two extraordinary young people had come specifically to see me; it was no Shi Xing visit or a whim.
He watched with a deep gaze as Kong Xuan and Kong Ling sat down on the chairs to his right, his mind racing, all his attention focused.
What are they here for?