Chapter 1030: The Ancestral Land of the Jiaolong Clan

One day later.

Zhan Nianchuan, disguised as Jiao Quan, came to the ancestral land of the Jiaolong clan.

He respectfully handed over the remade identity token to Meng Nan, the old Jiao of the three clans who was guarding the ancestral land. He straightened his clothes and solemnly stepped into the ancient and heavy tall building in front of him.

Jiao Mengnan, who was behind him, looked at his back and felt a little weird.

"You are so serious and earnest, not as frivolous and impetuous as before. It seems that the beating yesterday has some effect."

After entering the ancestral land, what he saw was a huge blood pool in front of him. The blood waves were surging inside, and countless phantoms of Jiaolongs were flying, each of which looked particularly solid.

Zhan Nianchuan's blood was throbbing, and he couldn't help showing a look of nostalgia.

All the clansmen above the transformation realm, or the owners of ancient blood, will merge their blood essence into this blood pool when they die. In this way, they will be given to their descendants and make the last effort for the continuation and development of the Jiaolong clan.

So he bowed deeply and respectfully.

"Work hard. If you can successfully return from Lashi Island and successfully advance to the transformation realm, you will have the opportunity to temper your body in this blood dragon pool."

Listening to the voice of obvious encouragement and warning from behind, Zhan Nianchuan was silent for a moment, then bypassed the blood pool and walked into a solemn and solemn hall at the back.

It was very spacious and tidy inside, with cigarettes everywhere. There were large golden-winged wood tables on three sides, with many tablets and portraits on them, which were lifelike.

His eyes swept through them one by one, and soon solidified on a portrait of a woman in the corner.

The woman had a very beautiful face, a graceful demeanor, and a hint of heroism between her eyebrows.

Zhan Nianchuan stared at the painting deeply, as if he wanted to engrave it in his heart.

After a full quarter of an hour, he slowly moved his eyes away and looked at the tablet placed below:

The 51st patriarch of the Jiaolong clan, Jiao Youwei!

Inside the spirit beast bag

Jiao Jing and the other three spirit beasts were silent at this time, looking at the portrait of the woman with complicated expressions.

It was not until Zhan Nianchuan moved his eyes away and walked slowly to another place that they whispered:

"Jing boy, what do you think?"

"From the portrait, she looks very similar to Brother Jiao Hong, especially the eyebrows and lips, and the heroic spirit between the eyebrows is exactly the same."

"I think so too."

"The master is so pitiful. He was thrown into the river since he was born. His mother died early. His father and the villagers all died at the hands of the sea monster. Alas~"

"It seems that the master's mother is most likely Jiao Youwei. She is in the late stage of the Great Perfection of the Out-of-Body Realm. Who can kill her except the cultivator of the Transformation Realm?"

"It's really strange."

......

After Zhan Nianchuan looked through the entire ancestral land in silence, he immediately went to the Jiaolong Clan's Classics Pavilion.

After reading almost all the classics, his brows became more and more furrowed.

All the records of Jiao Youwei in the classics ended forty-five years ago, and there was only one sentence after that. A year later, she sent a message to transfer the position of the clan leader, and then her soul tablet shattered.

Closing the classics in his hand, Zhan Nianchuan fell into deep thought.

Judging from the current signs, Jiao Youwei is very likely his mother.

And judging from Jiao Zaitian’s expression when he saw Jiao Youwei’s femur and the rumors in the Jiaolong clan, he and Jiao Youwei really have a good relationship, otherwise Jiao Youwei would not have sent a message to make him the next clan leader.

Perhaps, he could try to reveal his identity and ask directly?

Then he rejected this idea.

It is still unclear whether Jiao Youwei is his mother, and how he will treat him is also unknown.

It is better to be safe.

After the trip to Lashi Island is over, if he has not consumed the fifth-level talisman, he can try to call him out of Tianjiao Palace to ask, and perhaps he can know the truth about Jiao Youwei’s death.

If he fails, he can only wait until he advances to the Jindan realm and then try to find the Yuanying realm masters of the human race and the Out-of-Body realm masters of the sea monsters who participated in the fight for the Azure Sea Lotus.

Although the specific names of the masters who participated in the fight are not mentioned here, the several sea clans closest to the fight site must have participated. When the time comes, there should be news.

After making up his mind, he closed the book and left the Book Pavilion.

Then, he returned to Qinghudu, the territory where Jiao Quan was.

......

What he didn't expect was that as soon as he returned to Qinghudu, a severe test was waiting for him.

In the palace.

Hundreds of women were surrounding him. If it weren't for Jiao Jing, who was disguised as a guard, to stop him, these women would have rushed over.

Looking at the women of different ages, different dresses, different figures and appearances, Zhan Nianchuan couldn't help but think of the various scenes he saw when searching Jiao Quan's soul. He couldn't help but scold Jiao Quan for being a piece of shit, and at the same time he felt a headache.

Given Jiao Quan's reputation and his debauchery in this regard, if he didn't get close to women during these few months, it would probably arouse suspicion from many tribesmen.

So he coughed lightly, put his hand on his waist, and pretended to be exhausted, "This Saint Son has worked too hard in Tianjiao City, and now I need to rest for a few days. You don't need to come during this period. If I need you, I will call you."

These women were disappointed, but they still didn't dare to disobey Zhan Nianchuan's words. They bowed one by one and left.

One of the women who was most favored by Jiao Quan gave a sweet smile and reached out to touch Zhan Nianchuan. "Well, Holy Son, you have a good rest. Our sisters will come to serve you again one day."

After they left, Jiao Jing cursed angrily with envy on his face: "Damn Jiao Quan, his life is really chaotic and absurd. There are hundreds of them."

"Okay, okay, you can have as much or as little as you want from now on. From tomorrow on, you will become a woman for me." Zhan Nianchuan replied angrily.

"What? You want to become a woman?" Jiao Jing looked awkward.

"Then there's nothing you can do. If you don't come out with a woman more beautiful than these women, how can I reasonably reject these women? Besides, all you have to do is show up. It's a very simple matter."

Only then did Jiao Jing feel relieved and asked with a smile, "Will she still look like the woman before? I think women like Jiao Quan are pretty enough. I'm afraid there aren't many women who are more beautiful than them in this world."

"That's definitely impossible," Zhan Nianchuan frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't figure out a peerless beauty. Finally, he sighed helplessly, "The one I used was Xu Jiaojiao's. Feng Nishang's appearance might be charming. Xiu has seen it, so now the only ones left are Liu Yandan and Sister Wei. Anyway, it’s just a show, so I guess they won’t mind.”

Tens of breaths later, Jiao Jing looked at the two women's faces revealed by Zhan Nianchuan's wave, and couldn't help but straighten his eyes.

Then he was kicked more than ten feet away by Zhan Nianchuan.

"Look at your sister, remember to conjure them up for me tomorrow so that I can hide in the palace and not come out."

A day later, many besmirched women rushed to serve Jiao Quan. They looked at a beautiful woman wearing purple clothes, with a busty figure and a swaying walk being welcomed into the palace by Jiao Quan who was laughing loudly. They couldn't help but look at each other.

This woman is too beautiful and has a great figure. Looking at her charming appearance of knocking bones and sucking marrow, Jiao Quan would not die on her belly.

Five days later, many women who came over without giving up once again saw in despair that another beautiful woman wearing a pink dress, with a protruding front and back, and an air of youth and beauty all over her body was raped by an obsessed Jiao. Quan was brought into the bedroom.

Now even the women who were most favored by Jiao Quan were in despair. With such two peerless beauties here, how could these women still get even half of Jiao Quan's favor.

"Sister, what should I do? These two women are so beautiful and alluring. I'm afraid the Holy Son will never think of us again." A beauty was very sad.

The other beauties also cried out in mourning, feeling that they had no hope for the future.

"It's okay. Let him play for a few months and he will always think of us." The woman forcibly comforted the other beauties, but even she didn't believe it.

"Okay, okay, let's leave now."

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