Dream Picking Records

"Rebellion? No, no, no, Fifth Uncle, I'm doing this for the family to be more prosperous and powerful!" Murong Ren looked confident.

"What a bullshit! Why don't you take a piss and look at yourself? Do you think you can do that?" The hot-tempered Uncle Five couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Haha, you're already quite old, but you're still the same, Old Five." Murong Huai taught him a lesson.

"Now that the boss is gone, do you think you can do it? Why aren't you as brave as before?"

"It seems that you, Lao Wu, want to have a competition with me."

"I'm still afraid of you."

Murong Dayan stopped his fifth uncle who was rolling up his sleeves to prepare for a fight, glanced at Murong Huai who remained calm, and then shifted his gaze to Murong Ren.

"It's been a long time since you and I have fought each other."

"Hahaha! You want to get beaten? I'll grant you that!"

Murong Ren laughed uncontrollably as if he had heard the funniest thing in his life.

Then, he flashed and was about to punch the opponent in the face. Unexpectedly, the opponent stretched out his hand lightly and took it steadily.

A trace of suspicion flashed across Murong Ren's eyes, and his left palm quickly pressed against his chest.

"boom!"

Murong Dayan's punch hit him hard in the face. He got up from the ground and shook his head. He didn't understand that he had been practicing hard for so many years just to one day completely crush the opponent.

But when the day he thought would come finally came, reality slapped him hard in the face.

"How could it be, your realm..."

Feeling Murong Dayan walking towards him, he realized that his cultivation level had lagged far behind.

"That old man must have passed on all his skills to you, otherwise how could your realm be higher than mine!"

However, after a while, he laughed even more crazily, and his laughter echoed throughout the hall for a long time.

"So what if your cultivation is higher than mine? Now the top leaders of the family are under my control. What kind of storm can you stir up by yourself?"

"And you, you actually managed to deceive us. Although I don't know what your relationship with Qitian Dao Sect is, you can't be allowed to stay!"

“Since I am about to die, can you tell me the specific relationship between the Murong family and the other sects? You must know it, right?” Wang Xiao tried to stimulate Murong Ren, who was in a somewhat disordered state.

"Oh, it's okay to tell you. The ancestor of our clan entered a secret place by chance and stole everything inside. Not long after, he erected a statue like a madman and claimed to be a descendant of Taoism."

"Watch your words!" Murong Dayan got angry for the first time.

"Is there anything wrong with what I said? He made his fortune by stealing. Isn't it a way for us to use stealing to maintain our reputation of giving someone a taste of their own medicine? What's wrong with that?"

"It turns out that you stole everything from my Qitian Sect!"

The two Taoist priests stopped pretending, and the confusion in their eyes turned into anger.

"Oh, the real owner is here."

He clapped his hands, and his men surrounded the hall tightly. Even Murong Bawang's guards rebelled and captured him while he was still practicing.

"Dad!" Murong Bawang understood what happened as soon as he came in, but his shouting actually added fuel to Murong Ren's anger.

Murong Ren clenched his fists, wishing he could kill them on the spot. But if he did that, even if he won the position of clan leader, it would be unjustifiable, and he needed to force the other party to give up the position voluntarily. = It was his father Murong Huai who stabilized him.

Faced with this situation, Murong Dayan remained calm and composed. Even Murong Huai felt that he was too calm.

"Do you think you have a sure win?"

"if not?"

"Eh."

Murong Dayan sighed again, and the people of Murong Ren's lineage instantly had a bad feeling.

"We respectfully invite the ancestor to appear and resolve the chaos in our clan!"

"Don't be mysterious!"

Murong Huai couldn't sit still anymore and wanted to take the initiative and kill his nephew.

However, it was as if a giant was awakening in the dark, and its overwhelming power was so shocking that everyone could not move. It seemed that everything was under his control.

The ancestor that the Murong family thought had been dead for a thousand years was actually still alive! Not to mention Wang Xiao, even their own clansmen couldn't believe it!

The sense of kinship that comes from blood cannot be deceived. The tribesmen in the secret realm knelt on the ground devoutly, their hearts filled with excitement.

A yawning sound was heard between heaven and earth, and then an angry voice lingered in everyone's ears.

"Who disturbed my sleep?"

"Reporting to the ancestor, I am the current head of the Murong family, Murong Dayan. Please forgive me for disturbing your rest. It's because someone in the family started a rebellion, so I had to disturb you. Please help and put down the rebellion!"

"Dayan... I remember you. It was when I was in my trance that I appointed you as the chief of the clan."

"What? He was actually appointed by the ancestor himself?" Murong Huai and others who were kneeling on the ground were trembling. They really did not expect this result. Even if they had more people, they were no match for the ancestor who suddenly appeared.

"Why didn't the ancestor choose me! It's obvious that I have the best talent!" Murong Ren was indignant. He clenched his teeth and uttered these words with difficulty.

A divine thought swept through the hall, and there were only three light words in the hall.

"who are you?"

"Hahahaha!" Murong Ren couldn't stand the blow and laughed like crazy.

"What a bullshit ancestor! You should have passed away long ago. You are just a dog trying to catch a mouse, why would you care about future generations?"

It was over. Everyone, including Murong Huai, thought he was really crazy. He dared to be so rude to the ancestor.

A breath sounded like thunder, Murong Ren foamed at the mouth and fell to the ground twitching, all his cultivation was gone.

"Forgive me, ancestor!"

With a thud, the rebels immediately fell to the ground, no longer having any other thoughts. No matter how many people there are, they are nothing in front of an absolutely strong person.

"I'll leave the rest to you."

An old man appeared out of nowhere and sat in the patriarch's seat. He wanted to see how the current patriarch would handle the next matter.

Murong Dayan looked at the crowd kneeling on the ground and let out a long sigh.

"According to clan rules, all those who participated in the rebellion should be executed. However, considering that your family has made contributions to the clan, you can be spared the death penalty but cannot escape the punishment of living. Your cultivation will be abolished, your memories will be deleted, and you will be expelled from the clan."

His words were like bolts of lightning that struck their hearts. What could they do if they regretted it? The fact had already happened. They could only blame themselves for being greedy and blinded by desire.

After purging the rebels, there were still five people and a shadow left in the hall.

The two senior brothers who were watching the show stood on either side of Wang Xiao, one on the left and one on the right. They showed no fear even when facing the awakened Murong Patriarch.