Immortal In the Front Chapter 3

Trevor Ye was ten years younger than him, and was also selected from Qingshan Sect to join Shangqing Xianzong, but in a different class a few years apart. Later, they met by chance during a training session. At that time, Trevor Ye was an out-and-out goody-goody, and had reached the point of being hopeless.

Fellow townsmen and like-minded people all take pride in making every effort to serve the sect. They do not ask for others to remember them, but only want to have a clear conscience.

The two of them had similar interests and hit it off immediately.

In his previous life, he was labeled a traitor and despised by everyone, but that guy was the only one who believed in him. When he was finally expelled from the sect, he persuaded him to accept his fate.

"For the sake of the people, death means nothing! Justice is in the hearts of the people." Trevor Ye answered firmly.

Bullsh!t!

If he hadn't been killed first and didn't know the subsequent results, Nolan Rong dared to assert that Trevor Ye's end would not be much better than his. That fellow's identity was not ordinary. He could have turned things around but he gave up the opportunity. This was not kindness but stupidity. This was also what Nolan Rong couldn't tolerate when he thought about it now.

Since both of them were in Qingshan Sect at the beginning, they should have brought him to our side earlier and disciplined him strictly!

"If I want to accept a disciple, the most urgent thing is to break through to the third level of spiritual master." Nolan Rong murmured. To be honest, it is not easy to break through in six months. In the past, he would never dare to think about it. As for now, he still has some confidence.

The ancestral land of the Rong clan was actually very dilapidated and overgrown with weeds. I had been to Qingshan Sect for five years and had not come back as many times as I had in the past month.

The Rong family declined and became a poor family with few descendants. In the end, Nolan Rong was the only one left. After his grandfather died, the family was robbed and his mother disappeared. Only his father and son were left to guard the ancestral land in poverty.

Nolan Rong's father was a mediocre man with ordinary talents and was an honest and kind person. Later, his clan was robbed once again, and he was depressed all day long until the end of his life.

Rong Xuanxiu was unable to make any progress. He didn't know if it was because of a disease he had in his childhood, coupled with the fact that he practiced low-level and inappropriate skills, so his memories of his childhood were now very vague.

There was a small hill not far behind the house with a broken roof, surrounded by trees. It looked very ordinary, and even his father probably didn't know that there was a hidden world inside.

There is a small hole on the mountain wall that is similar to a crack in the ground, but it can be opened with the key to the ancestral gate.

Inside is a natural rock cave, with a spiritual pond deep inside. The water in the pond is white and glittering, and filled with spiritual energy. A column of dissolved matter hangs down from the top, forming an indestructible stone body, wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, with the bottom only as thick as a thumb and one foot above the water surface. The stone column contains spiritual treasures, and every once in a while a drop of milky spiritual liquid falls into the pond, dissolving when it meets water, diluting the rich spiritual energy.

This is how the one-meter-wide Lingtan below was formed.

With the help of this spiritual pond to cleanse his bones and marrow, he was able to break through the bottleneck in a short period of time and reach the second-level spiritual realm.

The hope of relying on it to break through again was slim. With his strength, he was not able to smash the stone pillar and take out the magic treasure, so he had to give up.

After Nolan Rong had been in seclusion for a few days, he went out for a walk and saw many disciples of the Qingshan Sect patrolling the mountains unscrupulously in their ancestral land. This place was neither far nor close to the Qingshan Sect.

They really treat this place as theirs.

Nolan Rong watched helplessly as a Spiritual Master Realm elder even removed the door panel. He was speechless.

Going around the back mountain, there was a crooked stone tablet lying across the wasteland. It was said that this was the burial place of the ancestors of the Xiaorong family. Nolan Rong sat here, with weeds taller than his waist. This place was sparsely populated and was said to be haunted. If it was really a cemetery, it would be really desolate.

If the Rong family was once a wealthy family, it would have declined long ago. His bloodline was cut off after his death, but now he has returned here.

Nolan Rong sat in silence for a long time, and felt that he was ridiculous. The dead were gone, and he did not believe that the dead had spirits, and he did not believe in the nonsense that there was a will of heaven in the dark.

Everything is God's will, everything is man-made!

In the dilapidated cemetery, Nolan Rong discovered a strange phenomenon. It was too obvious. The number of bones was less than the number of tombstones. The broken tombstones were scattered and overgrown with weeds. He couldn't help but feel horrified.

Since there are hidden caves that he doesn't know about, then this ancestral land must have secrets. They didn't hesitate to use the Soul Locking Tower. The so-called severe punishment of the descendants of the Rong family was definitely not groundless. No one knew this place better than him. Nolan Rong carefully checked every corner and didn't miss a single one.

Although he started practicing again, his perception was much better than before. With his mental power fully activated, he was aware of every movement within a ten-meter radius. After many false alarms.

Passing by a pile of rocks, Nolan Rong turned around suddenly. A strange wave made his heart tremble violently.

Finally found the clue!

Lifting the broken stone tablet, a moss-covered square stone pillar was hidden, with the bottom sunken into the ground, revealing only the uneven stone surface. On it, ancient patterns swirled into complex shapes, similar to the innate five internal organs of the human body, which was extremely mysterious.

Nolan Rong squatted down and took a closer look, and felt that it was not the same.

"Is it about the angle?"

I changed the angles and saw different things, but there was nothing unusual under my spiritual sense.

When my fingertips slid across the stone slab, I felt a strange sensation, as if I was being sucked. There was a sharp sting, and the skin on my palm was cut. Blood dripped and the bleeding would not stop.

Green moss wriggles on the bluestone, and the messy lines underneath seem to come alive. Bright red blood beads melt into the stone, making it look extremely weird.

"Sure enough, there is a monster." Nolan Rong's face suddenly changed as soon as he finished speaking. He couldn't dodge in time. A violent suction force surged out from the bluestone, condensing into a dark vortex, and actually swallowed Nolan Rong whole!

The wind howled, dust filled the sky, and when everything was quiet, the intricate patterns on the bluestone disappeared without a trace, and there was no one on the barren ground, as if nothing had happened.

Nolan Rong lost his balance and nearly fell to the ground, but found that he was unharmed.

He was in a completely unfamiliar space, walking in the clouds. The vastness in front of him was so vast, and countless information flooded into his mind. The magnificent scene shocked him.

"The place where the ancient Rong clan inherited their heritage."

Only the supreme Taoist tradition will have inheritance, which means that this clan once had immortals, their bloodline was elevated to immortality, and they once were extremely glorious. For example, the Ji clan of the Dayan Divine Dynasty, as the most powerful Taoist tradition in Zhongzhou, even if they established the Divine Dynasty and proclaimed themselves emperor, other major sects would not dare to act rashly no matter how dissatisfied they were.

Because the Ji clan had an immortal as their ancestor, and now they rely on another immortal.

The former Rong clan and the current Ji clan are worlds apart.

In the desolate space, the sky and earth were vast, with only a huge divine pillar pointing straight to the sky and sinking into the clouds. Half of the pillar was broken, full of traces of time. The past was buried, leaving only this damaged space.

On the dilapidated altar, the grooves for placing the treasures of heaven and earth, the divine crystals and gems were all empty. There were the remains of a few three-eared tripods, and a small bronze tripod that had rolled down in the corner, but it was also full of cracks.

"How is this going?"

Just as Nolan Rong was shocked, an invisible wave came from the Tongtian Divine Pillar. The divine thought was echoing in Nolan Rong's mind, and it was actually answering him.

------Since the decline of the Rong tribe, the inheritance site has been sealed and no one from the Rong tribe has entered since then.

The older the heritage site, the more spiritual it is, and the heritage site can communicate with people! No matter how dilapidated this place is, it reveals a fact: the ancient Rong tribe really exists.

Nolan Rong stroked the bronze tripod, which was warm to the touch but the spirit of the vessel was dead. He walked up the steps, but was suddenly bounced back the moment he approached the divine pillar. His sea of   consciousness was churning as if it was about to explode, and his head was splitting.

------The Rong clan has perished, and the inheritance site is about to collapse. Only one person can succeed. In order to prevent the inheritance from being cut off, a special amnesty order is issued. Foreigners must be Spirit King level 5 or above, and willing to abandon their cultivation and start practicing again, before they can become Rong clan outer disciples and inherit...

------The fairyland is empty, the true immortals have passed away, the clan members have lost their protection, the inheritors will be invaded and killed by foreigners, the inheritance land is sealed, and all Rong clan members are not allowed to enter.

A foreigner inherited the legacy, the fifth level of Spirit King? He abandoned his own cultivation and started practicing again... Nolan Rong felt a chill down his spine.

What a coincidence, in his previous life, Ethan Ye was at the fifth level of Spirit King before his cultivation level regressed!

The two were very close during that period. This man indirectly recalled his childhood, and the latter felt warm towards them as fellow disciples. Moreover, Ethan Ye would occasionally pay attention to him when they were in Qingshan Sect. While Nolan Rong was flattered, he was also envied. At the beginning, he didn't have much attachment to this so-called third-generation disciple in Qingshan Sect, partly because Ethan Ye was so distant.

If this was all for some other purpose...

What he was sure of was that someone in the Shangqing Immortal Sect had obtained the sacred law. Could it be Ethan Ye?

The vast void was empty, with nothing in it. Even if there was anything, it had been emptied long ago. Ever since he went to Qingshan Sect, the ancestral land had been under the control of Qingshan Sect. What if someone had come in before?

"Has anyone been to this place before me in the past hundred years?"

------have.

Nolan Rong's eyelids jumped: "Who is it?"

------Three people, Devin Cang from Jianxue Sect, Ethan Ye from Qingshan Sect, and one person died. These three people did not meet the conditions for inheritance, and they only got the superficial knowledge.

The previous person has not heard of them. These two mountain sects are small sects that are not worth mentioning.

"......Ethan Ye!" Nolan Rong paused for each word and let out a long breath.

In his previous life, he tried desperately to follow Ethan Ye's footsteps, but never caught up with him.

------Ethan Ye was born with a half-spiritual body, a talent that is rare in a thousand years. He is a quasi-outer disciple. Within a hundred years, when his cultivation reaches the fifth level of Spirit King, he can come here to receive the inheritance and become a true five-element spiritual body. He will protect you from death.

The so-called immortality means being thrown into the Soul Locking Tower and having your soul killed every day.

It turns out that everything is God’s will, and everything is man-made!

Good, very good! He didn’t know these things in his previous life. If he knew them in this life and still missed them... Is it possible?

Inheritance can only be done once.

Nolan Rong was furious: "Pass it on to me."

The inheritance space has no conscious entities, but it can do simple retelling. The rest can trigger a corresponding response only if certain conditions are met. As a descendant of the Rong clan, Nolan Rong was blocked outside. He found himself here, and being able to come in means being recognized.

------Preserve the bloodline of the Rong clan. The descendants of the Rong clan are not allowed to inherit this method.

"Ridiculous, pass it on to me!"

------reason.

Nolan Rong slowed down his tone and said in a deep voice: "Have you forgotten how the Rong clan fell? Does preserving the bloodline mean staying out of the world and not competing with the world, and finally being trapped in the Soul Locking Tower and being immortal and broken into pieces every day? I will fight for what I want, without relying on others, and I don't need anyone's blessing!"

The empty world was in a dead silence. Nolan Rong's mind had long been detached from the world after thousands of years of soul refinement. Even when he was furious, he could still think calmly: "The inheritance land is the Rong clan's most precious treasure. I am the only descendant of the Rong clan. My words are Wang Ling. You cannot make the decision."

------The Devouring Dao is unique and requires cold-bloodedness and toughness. Those with kind hearts are doomed to have no chance of following this path in their lifetime. Forcing one to practice it will sever one's tendons and veins, destroy one's foundation, and turn one into a cripple.

The Rong clan lived up to their name, being tolerant and forbearing, and not fighting. Later, the clan leader was slaughtered, the clan treasures were taken away, and the clan members were displaced. This is the end of foolish kindness.