Immortal Clan: Starting from Managing a Blessed Land.

Chapter 71: The Great Power of Transformation! ? (First Order)

The message is sent back to the merchant.

At the same time, the old patriarch's life lamp went out, which was undoubtedly evidence.

Shang Haoran wanted to kill the thief and contacted Yao Zuyao.

But the other party was tactful in evading responsibility, and his words and actions only wanted Shang Haoran to take the lead, so he had to give up.

The old patriarch blew himself up this time in order to maintain the balance of the situation at the cost of his own life.

The plan had already been made, using the golden blood poison to delay Hu Xue Leng.

This kind of blood poisoning is extremely difficult to cure. Even if it is cured, it will take at least several years or even more than ten years of dedicated treatment.

The purpose is obvious. They hope that during this period of time, Shang Haoran will be promoted to the middle stage of foundation building, or that a second person of Shang family will appear to be at the foundation building stage.

Regardless of whether you can get what you want.

At least the old patriarch Shang Rucai has devoted his life to the business until his death.

The news is announced.

The entire business community was in grief and held a funeral for the old owner.

after one day.

The Shang family's ancestral temple was solemn and dignified, shrouded in a sad atmosphere.

The sun shines through the clouds, casting faint rays of light like strands of fine silk.

There are towering ancient trees around the ancestral temple.

The branches and leaves swayed, making rustling sounds.

Inside the ancestral temple, candlelight flickered and incense curled.

In front of the spirit tablet, there is a portrait of the old patriarch, whose old face looks kind and majestic.

In front of the portrait, there are clusters of flowers and abundant fruits, expressing the clan members' respect and grief for the old patriarch.

All the clan members, dressed in mourning and with sad faces, stood quietly in the ancestral temple.

At this time, the atmosphere in the ancestral temple was particularly solemn, and the air was filled with sadness.

The light was dim, the colors were monotonous, there were only white clothes and flickering candlelight, it was depressing and heavy.

The old patriarch died.

That white-haired, frail old man always has a kind smile and is a amiable person.

Sacrificed for the family.

The main beam collapsed.

Shang Yue'er and other family elders had eyes filled with sadness and some hesitation about the future.

Shang Yangde sobbed softly, the sound like a mosquito, echoing in the silent ancestral hall.

The new head of the family, Shang Haoran, held the Ten Directions Slashing Golden Sword in his hand and stood in front of the ancestral tablet with a sad face.

His figure was as tall as a mountain, and his sword shone with a cold light.

Shang Haoran took a deep breath, slowly unfolded a letter, and read it in a low and firm voice:

"This is the last letter the old master wrote before he passed away."

My fellow merchants:
By the time you read this letter, I will probably have passed away and my soul will have returned to heaven.

At this moment, I am writing down my thoughts with the remaining strength in my body.

Don't feel sad for me, everyone will die.

I just hope that my death can help the family.

Looking back on the past, I was born into a family. I was blessed by my family since I was young, and was given spiritual roots, embarking on the path of immortality.

When I was twenty years old, I was determined to bring honor to my family.

I never thought that my life would be full of ups and downs and misfortunes.

At the age of sixty, I still have accomplished nothing.

I tried twice to establish my foundation in seclusion, but failed both times.

Feeling discouraged, I tried again in my seventies and succeeded.

My grandmother was delighted, so she passed the position of head of the family to me.

At that time, I felt deeply blessed by God and knew that my family had high hopes for me.

So he swore that he would devote his whole life to his family until his death!
Having been in charge of the family for a hundred years, I am well aware that I am dull and have limited abilities.

I have to always bear in mind the family's responsibility and put the family's interests first in everything.

Faced with the threat from the Hu family, the elders and I racked our brains to plan countermeasures and strive to maintain the peace of the family.

However, the crisis could not be completely resolved, which led to the infiltration of traitors into the Hu family, causing the family to fall into difficulties again and again.

I feel so guilty.

Fortunately, Haoran, Shangting and other family members are young and promising, far better than me. They successfully built their foundation and temporarily alleviated the crisis.

Looking back on my life, although I tried my best, I always felt that I was powerless.

It was like this when I took over the family, and it is still like this when I am about to leave.

I feel ashamed of the heroic spirits of my ancestors and the trust of my fellow tribesmen.

It's my fault.

Kong Chang was 173 years old, and although he had great ambitions, he failed to create a peaceful and prosperous external environment for his family.

I feel heartbroken that my people have suffered so much from the war.

However, the sons of our businessmen are all brave and fearless.

I believe that after my death, the family, in the hands of Haoran and Xiaoting, will be able to rise from the difficulties and restore the family's reputation!

Now that we are about to say goodbye, I have thousands of words to say, and I dare not expect too much.

I only hope that my Shang family will be safe and sound, and that our family will prosper.

I also hope that I can be a merchant in my next life to make up for the regrets in this life.

Shang Rucai.

Shang Haoran read slowly.

The calm voice echoed inside and outside the ancestral hall, and every word was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of the tribe members.

By the time the last sentence was read, all the clansmen in the hall were already in unbearable grief and weeping bitterly.

Shang Haoran inherited the position of the head of the family and said resolutely:
"We should inherit the will of the old patriarch, unite as one, work together, overcome all difficulties, wipe out the Hu and Yao families, unify the Huangyan Mountains, and revive the past glory!"

"Yes!"

Inside and outside the ancestral temple, the elders led the family members and kowtowed one after another.

After reading it, Shang Haoran folded the letter carefully and put it in his arms.

He looked at the portrait of the old patriarch again, and then at the ancestral tablets arranged in order.

Shang Haoran suddenly felt the responsibility as heavy as a mountain and the expectations as vast as the sea.

The millennium heritage of the business has truly fallen on your shoulders from today on.

Shang Haoran had thousands of thoughts and words in his mind, but in the end, they only converged into one sentence:
"It's my turn."

At this time, the family elder Shang Guangtian, who was standing by, presented the tablet of Shang Rucai.

The new head of the family, Shang Haoran, will be enshrined in the ancestral temple and placed alongside all the ancestors.

The posthumous title above clearly reads "Shang Zhong Gong".

The business has been passed down for thousands of years, and one generation of ancestors established a unique rule.

After the death of every family head, the family elders would summarize his life and establish a posthumous title.

Shang Rucai's posthumous title was "Zhong", which means loyal, selfless and willing to sacrifice one's life for others.

It affirmed his loyalty and dedication throughout his life and gave him a beautiful posthumous title.

At this time, Shang Ting, who was standing in the same row with a group of elders and even at the top, quietly looked at the eight ancestral tablets in the ancestral temple.

There had been eight generations of family heads, and their posthumous titles, names, and realms were clearly written down.

Shang Ting first looked at the first person, that is, his second life self.

I saw that it was written:

The head of the family of the first generation: Shang Taizu, Shang Tianyi, at the peak of the golden elixir realm.

As it should.

The second generation head of the family: Shang Gaozong, Shang Zhongli, late Jindan stage.

Shang Ting thought to himself:

"After the eldest and second oldest, the third oldest, Zhongli, also achieved the Golden Core and became the head of the family!"

"It seems that after my death, the business of that time has developed well."

Then he looked at the third and fourth generation family heads.

The third generation of the family head: Shang Xuanzong Shang Yin, the middle stage of the Spiritual Transformation!
"what?!"

Shang Ting was stunned and almost thought he had seen it wrong.

It’s not the middle stage of Nascent Soul, it’s the middle stage of Spirit Transformation!

I thought I was at the pinnacle of business, and then I went downhill.

Unexpectedly, among the descendants of the Shang family, there appeared a powerful god!
In other words, in the nine hundred years after his death, the Shang family not only did not gradually decline, but actually climbed all the way to become a divine immortal clan!

Suddenly, the fourth generation tablet came into view: Shang Zhaogong·Shang Qi, the early stage of foundation building.

Commercial Pavilion:?
Shang Yin, what on earth did you do?
(End of this chapter)