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

Chapter 399 The Tengshe Clan

In particular, Young Master Xuanyuan and Clan Chief Feng Su were also among them.

Although the identities of the other orcs were unknown, their auras and strength were all incredibly terrifying.

Whether this is a good thing or a bad thing for the Tengshe clan is unknown.

Fortunately, he had no other thoughts; he only wanted the Tengshe clan to regain its former glory, become a first-class power in the Upper Domain again, and never be bullied by others again.

This was Mo Yan's expectation, and also the reason why he secretly came to find Mo Lin.

Mo Lin glanced at him and said coldly, "Lead the way."

Mo Yan quickly agreed, transforming into a giant black serpent and cautiously leading the way.

He kept stealing glances at the group of menacing-looking people behind him.

The crowd followed closely behind, taking to the air.

Xuanyuan Ming transformed into a hundred-meter-long golden dragon, carrying Su Xiyue and two dragon cubs.

Feng Su then led Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, and others, along with a group of cubs.

Mo Lin flew alone, his expression cold and stern.

Ye Ling didn't stand on Feng Su's back, but flew side by side with Mo. The two occasionally exchanged a few words in hushed tones, but it was unclear what they were saying.

Bibo Pool was not far from the territory of the Tengshe Clan; the group arrived in about half an hour by flying.

The architectural style of the Tengshe tribe is completely different from that of the Dragon tribe. Their houses are mostly built on huge ancient trees or cliffs, and from a distance they look like treehouses suspended in mid-air.

At this moment, Mo Xiao, the newly appointed patriarch of the Tengshe clan, was overwhelmed with dealing with provocations from several subordinate races.

"Chief Mo, reduce this year's tribute by another 30%, otherwise our Fire Lizard Clan will have to find another backer."

"That's what we White Crane tribes also mean."

Mo Xiao clenched his fists, his face turning ashen.

If this had happened a year ago, how would these inferior races have dared to act so presumptuously in front of the Tengshe Clan?
However, since the sudden death of the old patriarch and the elders, the Tengshe clan has suffered a great loss of strength, and these subordinate races have begun to stir up trouble, even openly coming to provoke them.

He suppressed his anger and said, "Gentlemen, the Tengshe Clan has treated you well, why take advantage of your misfortune?"

The voice just fell.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Clan leader, Elder Moyan has returned, and he brought with him..."

Before the guard could finish speaking, he was sent flying in and crashed heavily in the center of the hall.

Mo Xiao suddenly stood up: "Who dares to run wild in the Tengshe Clan?"

"I."

A cold voice sounded.

Mo Lin walked slowly into the main hall, followed by Su Xiyue and others.

His cold gaze swept over everyone present, finally landing on Mo Xiao: "You are the new clan leader?"

Mo Xiao was intimidated by his gaze and subconsciously took a half step back: "You...who are you?"

Elder Mo Yan quickly stepped forward: "Clan leader, this is Lord Mo Lin, the grandson of the sixth elder, Mo Xuan..."

"what?"

Mo Xiao's expression changed drastically.

Last year's tragic mass deaths of high-ranking members had long been rumored within the clan to be the return of the Sixth Elder's grandson for revenge.

Now that the person in question is standing right in front of him, how could he not panic?

"Lord Mo Lin has returned this time to retrieve the snake bones of the Sixth Elder and to revitalize the Teng Snake Clan!"

Mo Yan looked at the provocative subordinate clans inside the main hall and deliberately announced loudly.

These words immediately caused an uproar in the hall.

The envoys from those subordinate races turned deathly pale.

They had just witnessed with their own eyes that the young lord of the Dragon Clan and the patriarch of the Phoenix Clan were standing behind Mo Lin.

The other orcs, though their identities were unknown, appeared to be incredibly powerful.

Mo Xiao forced himself to remain calm: "Mo Lin, your family was expelled from the clan twenty years ago, and now..."

The words are not finished yet.

"Snapped."

Ye Ling slapped him across the air, sending him flying: "Useless thing, if you know what's good for you, get lost. If you utter another word, I'll skin you alive."

Mo Xiao crashed into the wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face filled with terror.

He didn't know who the orc in front of him was, but the orc's strength filled him with deep fear.

He knew he was no match for these people.

Mo Lin glanced at him coldly, then turned and walked out of the hall: "Take me to the altar."

Mo Yan quickly agreed and led him to the altar.

Su Xiyue and the others followed closely behind, and a group of cubs also curiously followed.

The Tengshe tribe's altar was built in a deep, secluded valley, filled with an eerie atmosphere.

Mo Lin stood in the center of the altar, looking at the stone slabs covered with runes at his feet, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"boom…"

He slammed his fist down, and the entire altar collapsed instantly.

Mo Yan's lips twitched, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

If the altar is damaged, it's damaged; we can always rebuild it.

After the smoke and dust cleared, a mutilated skeleton slowly emerged.

Perhaps twenty years have passed, and the skeleton has become dull and lifeless, but one can still feel its former strength and indomitable spirit.

Looking into those empty eye sockets, Mo Lin seemed to see his grandfather's resentment and unwillingness before his death.

He slowly knelt down and gently stroked the skeleton. "Grandfather, I'm back."

These few simple words contain so many emotions and stories.

Standing beside him, Su Xiyue watched as this usually strong and aloof man revealed his vulnerable side for the first time, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

Ye Ling and the others stood silently to the side, not disturbing him.

Mo Yan, with great tact, handed over a large wooden box.

Mo Lin carefully placed his grandfather's remains into the wooden box, his eyes filled with sorrow. "Wait."

Mo Xiao suddenly led his clansmen and rushed over, shouting, "This is our clan's sacred object! You cannot!"

"roll…"

Ye Ling's silver eyes were as cold as ice, and she kicked the person three zhang away.

Mo Xiao was instantly kicked away, lying on the ground vomiting blood, and then fainted, his life hanging in the balance.

The surrounding Tengshe tribesmen looked at each other, but none of them dared to step forward to help.

Are you kidding me? Even the clan leader was kicked away with one kick. Wouldn't they be throwing their lives if they went up there?

Feng Su watched the spectacle while fanning himself: "Hey, you expressionless guy, do you want me to burn this place down for you? I guarantee it'll be burned to the ground."

"No need."

Mo Lin glanced at them coldly, then turned and walked away with the wooden box in his hoarse voice, "To the back mountain."

There is a bamboo forest on the back mountain, which is where Mo Lin often played when he was a child.

Although more than 20 years have passed, he still vaguely remembers that place.

He dug the grave himself and buried his grandfather's remains.

Ye Ling and the others took turns adding soil, and even the most boisterous cubs squatted quietly to the side.

Mo Lin knelt before the grave and kowtowed several times: "Grandfather, may you rest in peace."

He then stood up and looked at Su Xiyue, Ye Ling, Bai Qi, Qing Zhu, Xuan Ming, Feng Su, Xuan Yuan Ming, and others.

"Thank you."

Mo Lin forced out two words, but the tips of his ears turned red.

He has always been a man of few words, and this was the limit of his taciturn nature.

Bai Qi smiled and smoothed things over, "Alright, let's hurry up and finish cooking so we can go back and eat grilled fish. The kids are so hungry they're practically munching on their paws."

As they were talking, Mo Yan led a group of Tengshe clan members to kneel down in a rush, "We beg Lord Mo Lin to succeed us as clan leader."

Mo Lin's face darkened: "I'm not interested."

"grown ups."

Mo Yan kowtowed repeatedly, "Look, the altar is destroyed, the old patriarch's lineage is wiped out, and the new patriarch is a good-for-nothing."

Kicked unconscious, Mo Xiao's fate unknown: "..."

“If you don’t take care of it, the Tengshe Clan will be finished. When the Tengshe Clan is reduced to the lowest level, if Elder Six were still alive, he would not be able to bear to see the Tengshe Clan fall to that state.”

Mo Yan was in tears, his expression very sincere.

Mo Lin frowned and looked at Ye Ling, his meaning clear.

You're the boss, aren't you the one who loves to meddle in these trivial matters?

Then please take care of this mess for me.

Ye Ling knew exactly what he was thinking, and her face darkened instantly: "Don't look at me, I'm not Teng She, and I don't like cleaning up this kind of mess."

Mo Lin then looked at Su Xiyue.

Su Xiyue shrugged. "You are a member of the Tengshe clan. This is your clan. You decide for yourself."

Mo Lin sighed inwardly. He wanted to ignore it, but he couldn't shake off this responsibility.

The Tengshe clan was, after all, a clan with which he shared blood ties. Even though he was expelled from the Tengshe clan back then, the blood ties he felt were hard to sever.

He looked at the group of fearful and uneasy people in front of him and felt a pang of sadness.

He remained silent for a moment before finally speaking slowly: "I can temporarily take over the Tengshe Clan, but I have a few conditions."

Mo Yan and the others were overjoyed upon hearing this and kowtowed repeatedly: "Please speak, my lord. We will agree to any conditions, not just a few, but hundreds or thousands."

Mo Lin coldly glanced at them. "First, I want to re-establish the clan rules, which all clan members must abide by, and those who violate them will be severely punished."

"Secondly, I want to re-elect the elders. Those who are only good at currying favor and are afraid of death should all be removed."

"Third, the Tengshe tribe must live in peace with other tribes from now on and must no longer bully the weak."

Mo Yan and the others readily agreed, "We will obey the clan leader's orders."

Mo Lin frowned slightly: "I haven't agreed to be the clan leader yet."

Mo Yan immediately changed his tune: "Yes, yes, whatever you say, sir."

Looking at the timid and subservient clansmen, Mo Lin felt even more irritated.

He turned to look at Su Xiyue, his eyes questioning.

Su Xiyue understood his dilemma and smiled faintly: "If you want to get involved, then get involved to the end. If you don't want to get involved, then let's leave now."

Ye Ling also spoke coldly: "There's no need to force yourself."

Mo Lin remained silent for a moment before finally making up his mind: "I can temporarily assume the position of clan leader, but I will not stay for long. Clan affairs will be handled jointly by Mo Yan and several newly elected elders. If there are any major decisions, please send me a message."

Although Mo Yan was somewhat disappointed, he knew this was the best outcome, and quickly replied, "Don't worry, sir, we will do our best and will never let you down."

Mo Lin nodded and said no more.

He turned around and bowed three more times to his grandfather's grave before leading everyone away.

Su Xiyue and her group did not return to Bibo Pool, but stayed at the Tengshe Clan that night.

After eating a simple meal, everyone went to sleep.

Ye Ling stood in front of a treehouse, her silver eyes reflecting the moonlight.

Mo Lin appeared beside him at some point, and the two silently gazed at the undulating mountain shadows in the distance.

"What are you going to do?"

Ye Ling suddenly spoke, her voice low and deep.

Mo Lin unconsciously rubbed his fingertips together: "Tomorrow, I'll pick a few people I like to be elders."

Ye Ling nodded slightly, "Alright, someone has to be in charge eventually."

Mo Lin glanced at him sideways: "You're staying to help me?"

Ye Ling's silver eyes turned cold: "Dream on."

The two looked at each other for a moment.

Mo Lin's lips twitched almost imperceptibly: "That's true, you prefer farming."

Ye Ling: “…”