Dream Picking Records

"Saint King Murong?" Murong Dayan and the ignorant old man were full of questions. They had never heard of such a person in the clan.

"I have to say, big brother is really good at naming. Murong Bawang, Murong Shengwang... I have high hopes for him!"

When Murong Dayan heard this, he immediately realized that he meant that he had a son named Murong Shengwang. The elders in the clan looked at him with deep eyes, wanting him to give an explanation.

It would be embarrassing for the head of a clan to mess around outside. Of course, they couldn't just believe Murong Ren's one-sided words.

"Dayan, tell us what's going on." The old man from Murong Huai's side asked first.

Murong Dayan was silent for a long time before he spoke calmly, "I know that grandpa passed the position of clan leader to me. You are not convinced, but don't speak nonsense and make up stories."

"I made it up? Haha! Send someone to the Western Region branch to ask around. They all know that you have an illegitimate child outside!"

"Western Regions?" He remembered that he had sent people out to gather information before, but his men had never mentioned this matter.

"Liang Xi."

As soon as the voice fell, the woman in white entered the hall. Before Murong Dayan could speak, she understood what was going on.

"Reporting to the clan leader and elders, Liang Xi did meet a man who called himself Murong Shengwang in the Western Regions, but I think he was an impostor, and your men have already sent assassins to kill him." Liang Xi turned his gaze to Murong Ren and did not mention that the man knew the Wuxiang magic skill.

"Oh? How are you going to explain that, second brother?"

"I don't know everything about my subordinates. But they reported that the man who called himself Saint King Murong knew... the Wuxiang Divine Art."

Murong Ren spoke word by word.

"What!?"

The elders in the clan could no longer sit still. The Wuxiang Divine Art was a secret that was not passed on and was the most important core of their family. How could a kid from the outside world have succeeded in practicing it?

"Dayan, what else do you have to say?" His second uncle Murong Huai no longer closed his eyes leisurely. There was a smile in his eyes, as if he was sure of victory.

"My elders, don't forget how our ancestor acquired the Wuxiang Divine Art."

"What a joke! The stone tablet in the Purple Sea Bamboo Forest has existed for who knows how long, but who has ever obtained it? Even if it was recognized, how could an unknown person come and pretend to be a descendant of the Murong family?"

Murong Ren shook his head and corrected himself, "No, how could he come here to pretend to be the son of a loser like you?"

The atmosphere in the hall became tense, but Murong Ren still looked at him provocatively.

"Second brother, you passed."

Murong Dayan's momentum that was about to explode suddenly disappeared, causing Murong Huai's plan to take advantage of the opportunity to take action to fail.

The ancestral precepts stipulate that compatriots are not allowed to harm each other. Anyone who violates this precept will be punished according to family rules regardless of their status.

"I passed? How could I have passed? I was just stating a fact! You are not as strong as me, so why did Grandpa pass the position of clan leader to you? You must have used some tricks!"

Facing this clan leader, Murong Ren hysterically yelled out all the words that had been buried in his heart for many years.

Murong Dayan was startled. He knew that his younger brother was proud and would not accept it. He had refused before, but his grandfather's orders could not be disobeyed. Moreover, the position of the patriarch was related to the prosperity and decline of the family, so he could not make a choice.

Unfortunately, his repeated tolerance only resulted in the other party becoming more aggressive. After failing to attack his son, he was now directly pushed to the forefront.

"I will not speak without purpose. Today I have brought the Holy King Murong here. Please have a look, elders of the clan." Murong Ren crushed the jade talisman in his hand, and the woman in green skirt outside led people to bring Wang Xiao and the other two into the hall.

After seeing that his face was 80% similar to that of the Overlord, the elders on their side felt a chill in their hearts. Even a calm person like Murong Dayan was a little confused, but he really had not done such a ridiculous thing.

An old man with a white beard didn't believe it, so he took out a mirror and shone the light on Wang Xiao's face, and found that his appearance had not changed.

"It's not a disguise or a transformation."

The old man didn't want to believe it, but the fact was right before his eyes. He flicked his sleeves, snorted coldly and left.

"Dayan, you are so confused!" The old man sighed heavily again, left a few words of regret, and left with regret.

Wang Xiao had a headache, realizing that the misunderstanding he had caused today was too big. Is the Murong family's ancestral precepts so strict? However, at this moment, he needed to further confirm the relationship between the Murong family and the Qitian Dao Sect.

"Second brother, I don't know what tricks you played. But I, Murong Dayan, act openly and honestly. I dare to take responsibility for my actions. I will never allow anyone to throw dirty water on me for things I haven't done. If you want the position of clan leader, come and take it openly, and don't do any sneaky tricks."

Murong Dayan firmly believes that those who are innocent will be clear and those who are upright are not afraid of their own shadows.

"Why didn't the last clan leader choose you? It's because your faction advocated using the Shadow Hiding Divine Art to steal the skills of various sects, so we had to hide our identities."

"Why did we do that? Isn't it because no one has mastered the Wuxiang Divine Art, so we can only use this last resort to protect the reputation of the Murong family? It becomes our fault instead?" Murong Ren argued with all his might.

Wang Xiao didn't expect that the reason why the Murong family disappeared was because of their reputation.

"Okay, some things should not be said in front of outsiders."

Murong Dayan seemed to see through Wang Xiao's disguise which was helped by his two senior brothers.

"What outsider? The mirror has confirmed that he didn't change his appearance. How long are you going to be stubborn?" Murong Ren summoned a few more clansmen in, pointed at them and said, "They saw with their own eyes just now that this kid used the Wuxiang Divine Art. If it wasn't for your bloodline, how could he have mastered it?"

Although Murong Ren looked down on Murong Dayan's talent, he gave birth to a good son, Murong Bawang, who successfully practiced the Wuxiang Divine Art. Not surprisingly, the next position of the clan leader was Murong Bawang, which made him very jealous.

In addition, with the death of Murong Bowang, he wanted even more to pull Murong Dayan down from his high position.

The atmosphere in the hall became so subtle that you could hear a pin drop.

After a while, Wang Xiao spoke up, "I am indeed not his son, but I may have some connection with your Murong family."

“Shouldn’t you…” The woman in the green dress panicked, feeling the anger from the person beside her.

"Shouldn't I be controlled by the talisman?" Wang Xiao showed his appearance in front of everyone.

The elders of Murong Dayan's lineage all breathed a sigh of relief, and then they remembered his words. What does mastering the family's secret have to do with their own clan?

"Incompetent bungler."

Murong Ren knocked her out with a palm and ignored the questioning voices at the scene.

"I originally planned to handle it peacefully and let you step down from that position on your own, but it seems that this is not going to work."

"I advise you not to take any action. Once you take that step, there will be no turning back."

"There's no turning back for me!"

He simply refused to listen to Murong Dayan's dissuasion. Murong Bowang was dead, and his hope was completely gone. He could only rely on force to launch a rebellion!

"Hey, Uncle, don't you care?"

Murong Dayan looked at the old man who closed his eyes and remained silent, even though there was little hope.

"You have always been calm and composed since you were little. Even after you became the clan leader, you were still calm and composed. This is what I hate most about you!"

"No matter what happens today, you must step down from the position of clan leader!"

"presumptuous!"

The old men from the clan leader's lineage shouted loudly, and just as they were about to stand up, several figures appeared behind them and restrained them.

"Are you going to rebel?"