The vicious female Ye Youcha, who is in Shura Field every day

Chapter 394 Genealogy
Feng Su has not yet expressed her opinion.

Ye Ling's eyes swept over the five eggs, and she spoke coldly, "To be ordinary clansmen? Dream on. Stillborn babies are nourished by the eerie resentment of the Beast Tomb. Who knows what kind of nature they'll develop? If they never know their true identities, that's fine. But if they accidentally find out they're the bloodline of the old clan leader, do you think they'll be content to be ordinary clansmen? And then there's the hatred of their mother's murder. Heh... who knows what they'll do then?"

Qingzhu nodded in agreement, her voice indifferent, "Yeling is right. These five little ones were born of resentment and have a grudge against Feng Su. They are harmless now because they are ignorant, but if they knew their origins, they would become a source of trouble in the future. It is not a wise move to keep them out of pity."

Bai Qi also agreed in his heart that it should be destroyed, as leaving hidden dangers would be unwise.

But when he thought of the mysterious and elusive matter of destiny, he fell silent again.

Anyway, this is Feng Su's business; whether to kill or spare him is his decision.

Why waste your breath and create more trouble for yourself?

Unaware of Bai Qi's thoughts, Feng Su stared at the five eggs with her peach blossom eyes, her fingers unconsciously stroking the feather fan.

That vile woman, Ru'er, was killed by him with a single blow.

Although these five eggs were his half-brothers, they also carried that hatred.

killed?
The five unhatched little lives are indeed innocent.

Stay?

As Ye Ling and Qing Zhu said, the consequences will be endless.

He fell silent, which was uncharacteristic of him.

Seeing Feng Su hesitate, Mo Lin suddenly spoke up: "Hidden dangers should be nipped in the bud. If you can't do it, I will."

As soon as he finished speaking, he raised one foot, about to crush the five eggs.

"and many more."

Feng Su suddenly raised her hand to stop Mo Lin. She looked at the five phoenix eggs and saw that they were trembling slightly, and even the faint red light seemed to have dimmed a bit.

He grabbed a handful of hair in frustration. "Tsk... If word gets out that I killed a few eggs, how will I, the clan leader, live? It'll make me look like I'm guilty."

He smirked, his peach blossom eyes narrowed again, and he regained his carefree and dashing demeanor. "They're just five eggs. Raise them, so what? Do you think I, the clan leader, am afraid of a few brats causing trouble? I'll erase their origins completely and throw them to the loyal, childless old beastmen below to raise as ordinary phoenix cubs. Anyone who dares to utter a single word will have their feathers plucked and their phoenix bones pulled out."

He looked at the green bamboo: "Poisonous bamboo shoot, aren't you an extremely pure wood spirit root? I remember Little Yue'er taught you a purification technique. Purify them so they don't hatch with any evil spirits in them."

After saying that, he squinted and looked away again: "I will also carefully select the old orcs I raise to ensure their absolute loyalty, and to prevent anyone from using this as a pretext in the future."

Mo Lin glanced at Feng Su indifferently, but didn't say anything, and silently withdrew his foot.

I suddenly realized I was being a bit nosy.

Qingzhu's emerald eyes flickered slightly, and she nodded, "Okay."

He stepped forward and lightly tapped the five eggs a few times with his long, slender fingers.

A cyan light wrapped around it like silk threads, and wisps of grayish-black aura were forced out of the eggshell and dissipated into the air.

The red light inside the eggshell seemed to have become purer and warmer.

With the matter resolved, Feng Su's inexplicable irritation dissipated.

He waved his hand dismissively: "Alright, alright, pack these five little troublemakers up and take them with you. Find a loyal old orc to raise them. This chieftain has to worry about how to lead you all through the Upper Realm, I don't have time to fret over a few eggs."

Xuanming chuckled: "That's right, it's no big deal."

Everyone teased him a bit, which lightened the atmosphere considerably.

Feng Su packed the five eggs and took them back to a trusted old beastman to raise, strictly forbidding him from revealing the origins of the five children.

After handling this matter.

He turned to Ye Ling and the others with a smile and suggested, "Let's go to the Dragon Clan to see their ancestral worship ceremony. It's a rare and grand event; it would be a shame to miss it."

Watching the ancestral worship ceremony was one thing, but more importantly, he missed Xiaoyue'er; he hadn't seen her for several days.

Ye Ling frowned: "What are we outsiders doing going to the Dragon Clan's ancestral worship ceremony?"

Mo Lin nodded expressionlessly: "That's against the rules."

"rule?"

Feng Su raised an eyebrow, her feather fan waving with a flourish, "We're not going in, we'll just watch from afar. Besides, don't you miss Xiao Yue'er?"

As her cousin's partner, Xiaoyue'er wasn't even allowed to approach the altar, let alone enter; she could only wait outside.

Unfortunately, this is a rule of the dragon race.

Those who are not of dragon blood are not allowed to enter, not even their partners.

The moment Su Xiyue was mentioned, the group fell silent.

Ye Ling felt a pang of sadness at the thought of Yue'er waiting alone outside.

He frowned and pondered for a moment, then nodded first: "Okay, I'll go."

"Let's go then."

Mo Lin had no objection and turned to leave.

Qingzhu's emerald eyes swept over Feng Su, and she uttered two words indifferently: "Lead the way."

Bai Qi and Xuan Ming had no objections whatsoever and couldn't wait to fly over immediately.

Feng Su smiled with satisfaction: "That's right."

.........

Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

The ancestral land of the dragon race, the altar of the ancestral dragon.

The enormous black altar was carved from a single piece of mystic crystal, covered with ancient and intricate dragon totems, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

The atmosphere was calm and solemn, as if time itself had frozen.

Below the altar, led by Xuan Yuanhao, all the clansmen with pure dragon blood stood solemnly.

Xuanyuan Ming stood slightly behind his father, dressed in a black sacrificial robe embroidered with gold dragons, which made his face appear even more cold and majestic, his dark gold eyes calm and unfathomable.

On his left and right wrists were the little golden dragon Xuan Yuan Yao and the little green dragon Xuan Yuan Xiao, respectively.

The two little ones also quieted down for once, their round eyes darting around curiously as they looked around.

At the center of the altar, the Dragon High Priest, dressed in an ancient robe adorned with stars and the moon, held a gleaming white staff with a dragon pearl inlaid at its tip.

His voice was old yet resonant as he recited a long and obscure incantation. This was the most core and sacred ritual of the dragon race, and only dragon descendants with the blood of the ancestral dragon were qualified to enter this area.

Outside the altar, an invisible barrier isolated everything.

Su Xiyue sat listlessly on the grass outside the barrier, casually plucked a foxtail grass, and played with it by twirling it around her fingers.

Although she was isolated by the barrier, she didn't care.

She's not a member of the dragon clan, and she doesn't have the bloodline of the ancestral dragon. Why would she go in to worship the ancestor?

It's not like she's her ancestor.

His gaze was fixed on the ancestral land within the barrier, landing on Xuanyuan Ming and the two dragon cubs, a faint smile playing on his lips.

Her man was indeed the most outstanding. Standing among the dragon clan disciples, he was incredibly conspicuous, a true standout, dazzling and eye-catching.

Compared to him, the other dragon clan members paled in comparison, appearing utterly unremarkable.

Some of the dragon-orc companions, offspring of the clan, who were not qualified to enter the ancestral lands.

Guests who came to watch the spectacle from the Dragon Clan gathered here in twos and threes.

Their gazes swept towards Su Xiyue, intentionally or unintentionally, and they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

Although few people in the Upper Realm knew her, there were always people who had seen her.

"See that? That's the female that Young Lord brought back from the lower realms... She's some kind of Beast God's Messenger. She can't even get into the Dragon Clan's ancestral land and can only wait outside."

"So what if she gave birth to a dragon cub? How dare she set foot in the sacred land of the dragon race?"

"I heard she even got to live in the Amethyst Palace? What a waste! In what way is Princess Qingwu of the Qilin Clan inferior to her?"

"Shh...keep your voice down, the young master is inside..."

"What are you afraid of? She can't hear you..."

……

Su Xiyue seemed not to hear, and the foxtail grass between her fingers spun even more enthusiastically.

Suddenly, a commotion arose within the barrier.

Everyone's gaze immediately turned to the ancestral altar within the barrier.

It turned out that Xuanyuan Hao was holding a carving brush and solemnly writing the names of the two dragon cubs on the Ancestral Dragon Stele.

Xuanyuan Yao, Xuanyuan Xiao!

When writing the "birth mother" column.

He paused, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the slender figure outside the barrier.

"Clan leader?"

The high priest looked up in confusion.

Xuan Yuanhao hesitated for a moment, frowned, and finally picked up his brush and wrote down the three characters "Su Xiyue".

The characters were so powerful they seemed to penetrate the stone, as if they carried a sense of gritted teeth.

Although he disliked Su Xiyue, the biological mother of his two grandsons couldn't be invisible, could she?
The area outside the barrier immediately erupted in chaos.

"The clan chief actually put her in the family genealogy?!"

"Why should she? What right does a female from a lower realm have?"

……

Su Xiyue raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised that Xuan Yuanhao would include her in the family genealogy.

Just as I was finding it funny, I suddenly realized something and looked towards the horizon.

"Yue'er."

Feng Su's flamboyant voice descended from the sky, and her fiery red figure swept across the clouds.

It transformed into human form the instant it landed.

Ye Ling and her five companions jumped off his back and landed gracefully beside her, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Why are you here?"

Her eyes lit up with surprise, and she immediately stood up, brushing the bits of grass and wood off her clothes.

Feng Su unfolded her feather fan and walked over with a smile: "Of course I missed you."

After saying that, he glanced inside the barrier and said, "Oh, you're just getting to the crucial part."

At a glance, the three large characters "Su Xiyue" were visible on the Ancestral Dragon Stele.

Ye Ling, Mo Lin, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, and Xuan Ming naturally saw it.

Ye Ling's eyes flickered slightly. "In that case, it's not like I'm doing you a disservice."

As for weddings, the concept of weddings doesn't exist in the Beast World at all.

Being included in the family genealogy is considered a form of recognition.

Su Xiyue chuckled, looking at her name on the Ancestral Dragon Stele, a faint smile playing on her lips. "What's there to feel wronged about? I didn't care about these things anyway."

Inside the barrier, Xuan Yuanming seemed to sense something, his dark golden eyes piercing through the barrier as he looked over.

When he saw Feng Su and the others, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

"Young Master, it's your turn."

The high priest's voice drew his attention back.

Xuanyuan Ming withdrew his gaze and slowly stepped forward with the two little dragon cubs.

He gathered a drop of blood essence at his fingertip and placed it on the Ancestral Dragon Stele.

The little golden dragon Xuanyuan Yao and the little green dragon Xuanyuan Xiao followed suit, leaving their imprints on the monument with their tender dragon claws.

The entire ancestral worship ceremony lasted a full day.

As the last rays of the setting sun painted the sea of ​​clouds red, the barrier finally dissipated, and the dragon clan members emerged one after another.