Shenwu Yutianlei

"Okay, let's go for now." Shen Qingfeng's expression eased a little, his voice was a little tired, and he waved his hand, signaling everyone to leave. His eyes slowly swept over everyone, revealing a hint of expectation and worry.

When everyone heard Shen Qingfeng's words, they all bowed respectfully. With respect and obedience on their faces, they said in unison: "Yes, old patriarch." The voices were neat and loud, echoing in this empty place.

For a moment, people began to move slowly, talking to each other in low voices, revealing their concern and considerations about the new chief. Some people had thoughtful expressions on their faces, as if they were weighing various possibilities in their minds; while others seemed a little worried, worried that the future of the tribe would change due to the change of chief.

Shen Qingfeng looked at the crowd gradually dispersing, feeling filled with emotion.

"Batian, Jingyuan, you two follow me." Shen Qingfeng's majestic voice rang out in the hall.

"Yes, father." Shen Batian and Shen Jingyuan responded in unison, with respect in their eyes, following Shen Qingfeng's footsteps.

"Oh, by the way, Yun'er, you come too." Shen Qingfeng seemed to suddenly remember something and continued.

"Yes, grandpa." Shen Yun responded obediently.

At this time, Shen Yun, because he had not been injured in the vital parts before, had already relied on his strong control to change his muscles and squeeze the hidden weapon out of his body. The wound that was originally bleeding no longer bleeds, and under his self-adjustment, the wound is slowly healing. If he uses some high-grade spiritual medicine to apply it, it will be healed in about a day. However, the bloodstains on the clothes still show the thrilling experience before.

"What do you two brothers think about the position of clan leader?" Shen Qingfeng asked his question with a serious look while walking slowly. His eyes scanned Shen Batian and Shen Jingyuan back and forth, as if he wanted to find some clues from their expressions and words.

"Father, if we really need to elect a new clan leader, let my second brother take over." Shen Batian lowered his head slightly, pondered for a moment, and spoke first. There was a hint of sincerity in his voice, without the slightest affectation or hypocrisy.

Without waiting for Shen Jingyuan to answer, Shen Batian continued, "When Yun'er was in poor health before, I ran around to deal with various clan affairs in order to find a way to cure him. At that time, I only wanted to share the pressure for the family and strive for more resources and opportunities for Yun'er. Now Yun'er has recovered, has started a family, and has his own career. And I have indeed neglected my own cultivation for the sake of family affairs over the years. Therefore, in the next period of time, I want to seriously improve my cultivation and see if I can step into the realm of Jindan Daxiu in my lifetime. Besides, I think my second brother is more suitable for the position of clan leader than me. My second brother is easy-going, gets along well with all the members of the Shen family, and is calm and steady. He can lead the family to a better future."

After Shen Batian finished speaking, he stood there quietly, looking ahead firmly, as if waiting for his father's response. On the other hand, Shen Jingyuan frowned slightly and fell into deep thought. He didn't know how to respond to Shen Batian's words. He was touched but also a little hesitant.

"Golden Core Master?" Shen Qingfeng murmured to himself, his eyes a little vague, as if he was lost in some kind of contemplation, but he didn't expect that he didn't hear anything else, but he was touched by the four words "Golden Core Master".

"I have been stuck at the peak of the ninth level of the Foundation Establishment Realm for so many years and have made no progress. How can it be easy to get a glimpse of the secret of the Golden Elixir?" There was a hint of emotion and helplessness in his voice, as if he was telling of the regrets and unwillingness he had felt over the years.

Shen Qingfeng raised his head and looked into the distance, his eyes revealing a trace of confusion and melancholy. He recalled how he was high-spirited when he was young, and how he worked hard for the glory of his family. But now, he was trapped at the peak of the ninth level of the foundation-building realm, and could never break through that bottleneck.

His heart was filled with longing and desire for the Golden Core Realm, but the reality was so cruel that he felt powerless and frustrated again and again. He knew that to become a Golden Core Master, not only talent and hard work were needed, but also opportunities and luck, and these seemed to be becoming increasingly slim for him.

"In this case, Jingyuan, the future responsibilities of the family will be entrusted to you." Shen Qingfeng's voice sounded a little tired, but with firm expectations.

"Yes, father." Shen Jingyuan lowered his head respectfully and responded solemnly.

Shen Qingfeng then looked at Shen Yun, a gentle smile appeared on his face, and then he slowly said: "Yun'er, come forward."

Hearing his grandfather's call, Shen Yun hurried forward with a look of respect on his face.

"Grandpa," Shen Yun called respectfully, with a hint of intimacy in his voice.

"Well, not bad, you are worthy of being the Qilin child of my Shen family." Shen Qingfeng nodded and said with satisfaction, "Look at you, you have already reached the second stage of the foundation building realm before you are twenty years old. This is unprecedented in the history of my Shen family. You know, many young people have difficulty reaching this level in their entire lives. Your extraordinary talent really surprises me, your grandfather. Who knows, the future hope of the Shen family will fall on you."

"Grandpa, you are too kind. I still have a lot to work on." Shen Yun said shyly, but a humble smile appeared on his face.

"Okay, we are all family, so let's not talk about these empty words." Shen Qingfeng waved his hand, and the smile on his face became even more intense. "Speaking of which, when you got married, I was still in seclusion to comprehend the great way of the golden elixir. I was unable to be there in person to congratulate you, nor did I give you a gift. Now tell me, what do you want?" As Shen Qingfeng spoke, he smiled and touched his long beard, his eyes full of kindness.

"Grandpa, it seems that my grandson doesn't really need anything." Shen Yun tilted his head and thought for a while, then said with a smile, "If you really want to give it, then just give me a thousand or eight hundred medium-grade spirit stones." There was a hint of mischief and joking in Shen Yun's tone, and it seemed that he didn't really care about the value of this gift.

"Good boy, I have been practicing in seclusion at the center of the spiritual vein array for so many years. Spirit stones are no longer of much use to me. Even if I had so many, I would have contributed them to the family long ago," Shen Qingfeng pointed at Shen Yun and said, "Well, now that I have no more spiritual stones, tell me, what weapon are you using now?"