He was resurrected indefinitely and handed over to the state by the headmistress.

"Get up! Stop playing dead! Take Brother Lu to take care of some important business!"

Seeing that Canglong was still lying on the ground groaning, Cangfeng kicked him in annoyance.

"Okay, okay..."

Canglong grimaced as he got up, giving his father a resentful look. "He really went all out. Doesn't he care about hurting me?"

He rubbed his burning backside, a smile returning to his face, and limped over to Lu Chen, saying respectfully:

"Brother, this way please! Our ancestors are all in seclusion at the ancestral hall in the back mountain."

Zang Feng and Hua Wuji exchanged a glance and followed.

They were all filled with curiosity: what exactly was the "serious business" that Lu Chen was talking about?

The group passed through numerous courtyards and corridors, arriving at a quiet and solemn ancestral hall in the back mountain of the Tibetan family.

The ancestral hall's main gate was tightly closed, yet an ancient and powerful aura emanated from it.

Before Canglong could even knock on the door, an aged voice came from inside the ancestral hall, ringing directly in everyone's ears:

"What business do you have disturbing our peaceful cultivation?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an invisible pressure.

This made everyone except Lu Chen and Zhu Qingqing feel a chill.

"My ancestors, I've brought you an opportunity! Open the door!!"

Canglong immediately stepped forward and shouted at the top of his lungs.

At the same time, he pounded hard on the heavy, ancient gate of the ancestral hall, making a dull "thump-thump" sound.

This action made Zang Feng and Hua Wuji behind him twitch their eyelids.

How dare this fellow disturb the reclusive ancestor like this?

Are you tired of living?

Moreover, what kind of "opportunity" is he talking about?

There was a moment of silence in the ancestral hall, then a gentle old woman's voice came out: "So it's Little Hidden Dragon, come in."

The voice carried a hint of doting, clearly assuming that the younger generation wanted to visit them.

"Squeak—"

The ancestral hall's main gate slowly opened inwards, revealing not the courtyard one had imagined.

Instead, there was a white fog that obstructed visibility, making it impossible to see clearly.

"Boss, sister-in-law, please!"

Canglong immediately stepped aside, bowed, and gestured to invite him, behaving as respectfully as a doorman.

This sight made Zang Feng and Hua Wuji even more puzzled. They exchanged a glance, both seeing confusion in each other's eyes.

But they resisted the urge to ask.

I decided to first see what Hidden Dragon was really up to.

Lu Chen's mind stirred slightly, and he quietly probed the white mist with his spiritual power, only to find that his spiritual power was like a mud ox sinking into the sea.

It was instantly swallowed up without a trace, and nothing could be sensed.

He felt a chill run down his spine and became more wary.

Zhu Qingqing, standing to the side, merely observed for a few moments, a knowing glint in her clear, cold eyes, before speaking:

"You collectors are quite something, using divine magic in conjunction with the Heaven-Covering Array to slow down the loss of life..."

"The results should be pretty good, right?"

She glanced at Canglong with great interest.

Zang Feng and Hua Wuji were shocked to hear this. This woman had such sharp eyes that she could see through the secret of the ancestral hall at a glance!

"Sister-in-law! You're amazing! So this is called the Heaven-Covering Formation? I didn't know that! Haha!"

Canglong chuckled, trying to play dumb and get away with it.

Lu Chen looked at Zhu Qingqing with a puzzled expression; he still didn't understand the situation.

Zhu Qingqing explained, "The Heaven-Covering Formation is an extremely ancient and energy-intensive formation."

It can isolate the secrets of heaven to a certain extent and slow down the rate at which the life force of the creatures within the formation is lost. To put it bluntly, it is to "steal time".

The energy required to maintain this formation is enough to give rise to a medium-sized aristocratic family.

However, this one in front of us seems to be a modified version incorporating some characteristics of your collector's "spirit summoning technique."

The consumption might not be that terrifying, but the cost would likely be considerable.

No sooner had she finished speaking than a voice of praise came from inside the ancestral hall: "Little one, you have quite the discerning eye. Which family are you from?"

Zhu Qingqing responded neither humbly nor arrogantly: "This junior is Zhu Qingqing, from the Zhu family of the Third Heaven, just an ordinary disciple."

"The Bamboo family? No wonder..."

The aged voice paused, a hint of amusement in it.

"However, an ordinary disciple? Perhaps not... Come in."

"Yes, senior."

Zhu Qingqing responded, and then naturally took Lu Chen's hand.

"Let's go, the seniors mean no harm."

The two joined hands and stepped into the white mist first.

Canglong, Cangfeng, and Hua Wuji quickly followed.

After passing through the white mist, the view suddenly opened up before me.

Inside is a quiet and elegant courtyard, with artificial hills and flowing water, ancient trees reaching for the sky, and a spiritual atmosphere.

In the center of the courtyard, seven figures sat around a stone table.

Five men and two women, all of them were elderly, with gray hair and a deep, restrained aura, like an ancient well or a deep pool.

Three of them had obvious physical disabilities, including missing legs or missing arms.

The others also bore old scars on their faces and bodies.

Although its aura was powerful, it faintly exuded a sense of decline.

"Greetings, Ancestor!"

Upon seeing the seven people, Zang Feng and Hua Wuji immediately composed themselves and bowed respectfully.

Canglong then shouted in a carefree manner:

"Ancestors! I went through a lot of trouble to invite my boss here!"

You're in luck today! Get ready for a second spring in your life!

"Oh?" The gazes of the seven elders of the Zang family all fell on Lu Chen.

This seemingly ordinary young man, who appeared to be only around level ten, was the "elder brother" that Canglong had recognized?

This is just too...cheap!

A hint of disappointment flashed across the eyes of all seven of them.

At the same time, Lu Chen was also observing them.

These seven old men carried a strong aura of battlefield experience and ruthlessness.

Especially those three people with physical disabilities, who were clearly heroes who had shed blood and made contributions for the Dragon Kingdom.

He secretly compared the auras in his mind.

I feel that with my current attributes of over 200,000, I should be able to put up a fight against one or two opponents.

"Hidden Dragon!"

One of the hot-tempered, bald old men, Zang Liehuo, the fifth patriarch of the Zang family, slammed his fist on the stone table and roared,

"Are you getting worse with age? How could you acknowledge such a weakling as your elder brother? And bring him into the ancestral hall, a place considered sacred, without permission?!"

He lightly touched the stone bench with one foot, and with lightning speed, appeared in front of Canglong in an instant.

He grabbed Canglong by the ear and glanced at Lu Chen with disdain.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Fifth Ancestor, be gentle! My ear's going to fall off!"

Canglong grimaced in pain and begged for mercy repeatedly.

Lu Chen coldly watched this scene, thinking to himself:

When we "treat" him later, we'll make sure this bald old man "dies" a few more times so he can experience the full force of the attack.

"snort!"

Zang Liehuo snorted coldly, tossed Zang Long aside like trash, and turned his gaze to Zang Feng, throwing a punch out without any reason!

"Bang!"

Before Zang Feng could react, he was blasted backward by a tremendous force.

It slammed hard against the courtyard wall, leaving a human-shaped dent.

"And you! What kind of head of the family are you? How did you raise Canglong? You only associate with scoundrels!"

He blew his beard and glared at Liehuo.