Under One Person, Golden Light Transforms into God

After the two left the Changbai Mountains, Zhang Huaidan asked, "What are your plans next?"

Hengyue glanced at him sideways: "What? You were all so passionate before, but you don't even have a goal. Are you just a headless fly?"

Alright, it's pointless to ask. When in doubt, we should head back to the mountain!
Zhang Huaidan then said, "Then come back to the mountain with me. Before that, do you want to go back and take a look?"

"No need."

"I think it's necessary."

As soon as he finished speaking, a disciple stepped forward and said, "Master Huai Dan, Ancestor, Ninth Aunt instructed that after you two leave the mountain, you must come home for a visit no matter what."

The two ventured deep into Changbai Mountain. Hu Jiugu and the others left first, arranging for people to wait for them at each exit.

"This is your business, you make the decision."

"I said it wasn't necessary."

The disciple was covered in sweat, but Hengyue didn't even glance at him. Helpless, he looked pleadingly at Zhang Huaidan.

"There's no rush. There are countless people in the Northeast who have never even seen your ancestor. It won't be a problem for you to go."

Hengyue gave him a look, and Zhang Huaidan smiled.

The disciples, who stood respectfully to the side with their heads bowed, were secretly astonished as to why their ancestor listened to Master Huai Dan so much.
The Guan family.

Hu Jiugu transformed into human form and paced back and forth in front of the door. Behind her was Guan Shihua, and behind Guan Shihua were a group of shamanic disciples.

"They're here! Grandma Shihua, Ninth Aunt, the Ancestor has arrived."

A stir immediately arose among the disciples of the Chuma sect. To them, Hu Jiugu was practically a legendary ancestor, and whether she truly existed was a big question mark.

Now that the truth has come out, Hu Jiugu did indeed exist.

But above her great-grandmother, there was another ancestor, whom she had never heard of before.

Zhang Huaidan and Hengyue got out of the car.

Guan Shihua quickly shouted, "Welcome back, Ancestor!"

The group of shamans shouted at the top of their lungs: "Welcome back, Ancestor!"

The celestial beings on his body, those that could manifest, leaped onto the ground and uttered even louder cries: "Welcome back, Ancestor!"

Hu Jiugu rushed forward like the wind, and Zhang Huaidan, who had just gotten off the car, was hit by three waves of sound in succession. To be honest, she was quite shocked.

What we know is that it's to welcome Hengyue.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that the three-year period had ended and they were welcoming the Dragon King back!

Hengyue stood there gracefully, looking at Hu Jiugu, who was scrutinizing her face, trying to tell whether she was satisfied or not: "Xiao Jiu, what are you up to?"

Hu Jiugu's demonic aura-condensed body rippled slightly: "I... I thought the Ancestor would like this scene."

Hengyue looked like an old man.

"This is unnecessary. Let these transvestites go. I won't stay here any longer."

Hu Jiugu smiled apologetically, and Guan Shihua, understanding her sentiments, immediately organized the disciples to disperse.

As the group entered the house, Aunt Hu took the seat of honor without hesitation. However, what was strange was that she was so small that she didn't even occupy a quarter of the stool.

Hengyue called out, "Bring Zhang Huaidan a chair."

Guan Shihua was taken aback.

Hu Jiugu gave a wink, and Guan Shihua, feeling extremely embarrassed, was about to go downstairs.

Zhang Huaidan said:

"No need to trouble yourself, senior. I'll just sit anywhere." Zhang Huaidan was embarrassed; among those present, he was actually the youngest.

But Hengyue had already given the order, so it was impossible to ask him to move the stool. Thus, the task naturally fell to Guan Shihua.

This highly respected elder from the Northeast martial arts lineage, who was also one of the Ten Elders of the same rank as his master, actually wanted to help him move a stool. Zhang Huaidan couldn't possibly accept that.

Hengyue scoffed, "What senior? This little girl has been practicing for so many years, and she's not even a real person yet. How could she be qualified to be your senior?"

Guan Shihua's body swayed.

Clearly, the blunt words of her ancestor had a significant impact on her.

Zhang Huaidan felt a chill run down his spine; the kid really didn't treat him like an outsider at all.

"Senior Guan, it's getting late, and Hengyue and I are a little hungry. Would you mind arranging dinner for us?"

Guan Shihua looked at Zhang Huaidan gratefully, then sought Hengyue's opinion with her eyes.

She really wanted to leave. She wasn't like Hu Jiugu, who was guided by Hengyue, and she didn't have such deep feelings for Hengyue.

The problem is that Hengyue is the ancestor of the fox spirits and the source of the fox spirit lineage. This identity is a burden that Guan Shihua cannot overcome.

"Just go when I tell you to. You're so old, and you have no sense of wit at all. Be more careful next time."

Guan Shihua gave a wry smile and quickly went downstairs.

The moment I stepped out the door, I breathed a huge sigh of relief.

Zhang Huaidan's lips twitched. She had just been calling her a little girl, but now she was quite old. Looking at her serious face, he really wanted to give her a couple of flicks on the forehead.

However, we still have to give Aunt Hu some face.

Hu Jiugu cautiously suggested, "Ancestor, many shamans from the three northeastern regions have come to pay their respects to your holy countenance. Should we invite them in to pay their respects?"

Zhang Huaidan sighed, wondering if he should avoid the situation.
Hengyue patted the armrest of the chair: "Xiao Jiu, you're becoming more and more like a human being. You're always doing pointless things. If you put more effort into your cultivation, you might be able to live a few more years."

Hu Jiugu was taken aback: "Yes, the ancestral teachings are correct."

Hengyue yawned listlessly: "Is there anything else you need? Just like before, tell me and I'll help you solve it."

Hu Jiugu felt a warmth in her heart.

When she was still a wild fox, Hengyue was an omnipotent god in her eyes!
But now, Hengyue is still the same Hengyue as before; she is no longer the wild fox she once was.

As the oldest existing lineage of shamans in Northeast China, it has witnessed countless years, and its heart is now old and weary.

Hearing Hengyue's words, he suddenly felt as if he had returned to the past.

Fortunately, in the eyes of her ancestors, she was still that wild fox who knew nothing.

Guan Shihua felt embarrassed, but her heart was filled with warmth.

Taking a deep breath, as if summoning great courage: "I hope our ancestors can stay in the East..."

Before she could finish speaking, Hengyue interrupted, "Impossible. I won't agree to this. I've made an appointment with Zhang Huaidan."

Hu Jiugu was not surprised by this answer, but she still couldn't help feeling heartbroken. There was a hint of envy in her eyes when she looked at Zhang Huaidan.

With a soft sigh, he said, "Ancestor, there is nothing I need your help with now."

As the oldest being in the lineage of shamans, it is no exaggeration to say that Hu Jiugu holds an unparalleled position in Northeast China.

Many disciples and immortals were skeptical about the existence of the ancestor, but because it was her order, they dared not disobey her in the slightest, no matter how doubtful they were.

So let's think about it from a different perspective.

If she doesn't acknowledge Hengyue, no human or demon will consider Hengyue their ancestor. (End of Chapter)