Haichang City is divided into three major areas.

The Chen family exclusively occupies Fuge Mountain, and outsiders cannot get involved.

Ten miles outside this mountain is the second level area.

This large territory was divided between the Geng family and the Tu family.

Tu and Geng are both foundation-building families, and each has followed the Chen family for hundreds of years.

If the Chen family of Haichang Island is compared to an ancient tree, then the Tu family and the Geng family are the strongest branches on it.

The contemporary Tu family has a total of one hundred and twenty members.

Among them, there is one monk who is in the middle stage of foundation building and nine clansmen who are at the peak of Qi training.

In terms of strength, it has gradually left the Geng family behind.

Butchery.

The lights are brightly lit, and pills flow from the flying pavilion.

Compared with Yuchi Mansion, this Tufu covers a wider area and is built more magnificently.

In a secret pavilion under a study.

A vigorous old man held a silver fox talisman pen and meticulously wrote on a piece of white paper.

"Da da"

Accompanied by a regular and rapid knocking sound, the secret door slowly opened.

Then, an elegant and handsome middle-aged monk walked over quietly.

When he saw the old man writing, he didn't dare to disturb him. He held his breath and stepped aside silently.

After the old man put down his talisman pen, he took half a step forward and asked doubtfully: "Grandpa, why did you summon your grandson to come here?"

Yes, this middle-aged man is the number one member of the Tu family, Tu Xuanxiu.

That old monk was the head of the Tu family, Tu Zhenxi.

In the past few years, Tu Xuanxiu has been sitting in Jinyu Pavilion.

A quarter of an hour ago, he suddenly received a paper crane sent by his grandfather, and then hurried back to his old house.

"Xuanxiu, are you in retreat these days?"

Tu Zhenxi glanced at him lightly and said without any trace.

Tu Xuanxiu was puzzled by the question and replied truthfully: "No, my grandson is sorting out the accounts and summarizing the treasures in the pavilion."

"Oh, is there anything else?"

Tu Zhenxi looked solemn and continued to ask.

"What does grandfather mean?"

Tu Xuanxiu's heart skipped a beat and he broke into a cold sweat.

"Chen Ping."

Tu Zhenxi uttered two words lightly, and then fell silent.

"I understand, Grandpa."

Tu Xuanxiu was stunned for a moment, and then said cautiously: "Tomorrow, my grandson will come to visit him in person."

"Xuanxiu!"

Tu Zhenxi's face was stern, and he reprimanded in a low voice: "You are the only high-grade spiritual root monk in our Tu family for hundreds of years, and you are different from others."

"You have the heavy burden of carrying the cauldron on your shoulders!"

"When I asked you to go to Jinyu Pavilion, I didn't really want you to be a leisurely shopkeeper!"

"But I hope that through the platform of Jinyu Pavilion, you can make more friends with potential, especially the outstanding juniors of the Chen family."

"Then Chen Ping won both battles, showing extraordinary talents in martial arts. Even Chen Dieyu, who had the Black Tide Blood Chain and Suhou Butterfly King, was defeated by him. How can you still sit in the Jinyu Pavilion indifferently?

Accounting!"

At the end of the sentence, his tone was full of disappointment.

"Grandpa, my grandson knows his mistake."

Tu Xuanxiu choked his throat and defended: "Chen Ping is strong, but he only has a middle-grade spiritual root. Even if the Chen family gives him a foundation-building pill, whether he will be promoted in the end is still open to question."

"Don't your grandfather, me, the elder of the Chen family, Chen Tong, Chen Munian and others all have middle-grade spiritual roots?"

"Last time in Jinyu Pavilion, I discovered that this boy's soul is extremely powerful. If he builds a foundation, his magical powers will definitely surpass those of ordinary people of the same level."

"And don't forget that behind him stands Chen Yiru."

"Since Chen Ping has performed so brilliantly, Chen Yiru, who has always looked up to him, will definitely support him."

Tu Zhenxi stared at his grandson, his eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he said coldly: "Xuanxiu, you didn't contact him secretly, did you?"

"No."

His heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and Tu Xuanxiu said decisively.

"Whether you have concealed it or not, my grandfather only said that you must not act rashly before Chen Xiangwen passes away!"

"Chen Tong's attitude has relaxed. What we have to do is..."

Tu Zhenxi tapped the talisman pen repeatedly and threw the white paper into the air.

The white paper fell slowly. Tu Xuanxiu frowned and saw that the whole page was full of words, but it was just the same word.

"Tolerate!"

"Tolerate!"

"Tolerate!"

Tu Xuanxiu felt as if he was stabbed in the heart. He mustered up his courage and said sadly and angrily: "Grandpa, my grandson is forty-three!"

"If we don't build the foundation as soon as possible, our journey will be in vain. My grandson will never stop here!"

Seeing his usually high-spirited grandson in tears now, Tu Zhenxi felt a pain in his heart and sighed quietly: "In five years, if the family's predicament remains the same, you will take the Foundation Establishment Pill away from the Chen family's waters and concentrate on cultivating incognito."

"If one day, Xuan Xiu can break through the Yuan Dan realm and come back to recognize his ancestors and return to the clan!"

…

Fuge Mountain.

There is a closed cave somewhere.

Chen Jinsong and Chen Xintong, father and son, sat cross-legged, each with a cup of cold tea in their hands.

"Xin Tong, tell me the truth, why have you repeatedly shied away from the task of protecting the boat off the island in the past few months?"

Chen Jinsong said in confusion.

Since more than half a year ago, this little son seems to have become a different person.

He refused many navigation missions to escort boats out of the island.

He originally guessed that his son was worried about Chen Dieyu's competition and had no time to be distracted.

Regardless of the outcome, now that the competition is over, my son still refuses to return to Zhixing Hall to perform his duties.

Chen Jinsong knew that there must be something fishy going on here.

"father……"

Chen Xintong looked sad and melancholy, and said anxiously: "My son is in big trouble."

"What's the big trouble?"

Chen Jinsong frowned and asked immediately.

"Hey, my son was also implicated by Xue Wen."

Chen Xintong said in a trembling voice with fear: "The person who broke into Tianbao Pavilion and killed Xue Wen was Lu Yu."

"Lu Yu! Why are you so sure?"

Chen Jinsong's pupils suddenly shrank and he was shocked.

Chen Xintong smiled bitterly and told the whole story of how Xue Wen sent people to murder Lu Yu because of his greed for money, and how he waited on Yunquan Island for several days but did not see the Xue Jiu San brothers come back.

"Asshole!"

Chen Jinsong jumped up and shouted angrily: "How dare you acquiesce to Xue Wen's robbery and murder of the guests on the spirit boat?"

"It's all because of his clever tongue that he confused his son."

Chen Xintong said angrily.

Anyway, Xue Wen has encountered an unexpected situation, so all the dirty water will be poured on him.

"Hmph, don't you have any evil intentions of dividing the stolen goods afterwards?"

Chen Jinsong saw it through at a glance and then smiled coldly.

He didn't really blame his son for participating in the robbery.

After all, in the world of cultivation, there are countless such things.

No one who cultivates immortality has clean hands.

Including himself, he has committed several murders and looted treasures.

But my son has capsized this time!

Who is Lu Yu?

He single-handedly smashed Tengshan Island and killed several people who were at the peak of their Qi training.

The key is that he has only reached the seventh level of Qi training.

How could ordinary forces give birth to such a proud son of heaven!

Several elders of the Chen family even speculated that he was a true disciple of a certain Jindan sect.

Xuanjie swordsmanship is a treasure that the Chen family cannot match.

Moreover, according to his son's confession just now, Lu Yu's spiritual consciousness is as powerful as a monk in the early stages of foundation building.

The combination of the two casts a veil of terror on Lu Yu.

"Who knew his strength was so outrageous? Dad, you have to save your son!"

Chen Xintong cried sadly and said, "If that bitch Xue Wen confesses to me before he dies, my son will be dead!"

Chen Jinsong looked solemn and said: "I will go say hello to Chen Leining later and transfer you to serve in the Law Enforcement Hall. In the next ten years, you should try to stay on the island."

"Thank you dad."

Chen Xintong's face looked a little better.

There are many foundation-building monks in the city, and they have deployed third-level formations. The evil spirit named Lu Yu will not forcefully break into the dragon's pond and tiger's den for him.

And he still had a trace of luck in his heart.

Perhaps Xue Wen was killed by Lu Yu before he had time to confess.

Or would that person let him go even if he knew about it?
Chapter completed!