Alien Science Cultivation

Afterwards, Zhang Qiang used his means to summon the spirit beast ring. In an instant, a swarm of black fire flying ants and gold-eating mosquitoes swarmed into the spirit beast ring. A moment later, Zhang Qiang retracted the spirit beast ring and ran towards the direction where Wang Wei and the others were.

An hour later, Wang Wei and Lin Ling appeared in Zhang Qiang's sight. However, the original flying crane had disappeared, replaced by a small white flying boat, controlled by Wang Wei, slowly moving eastward. Seeing this, Zhang Qiang couldn't help but smile slightly.

That flying crane possessed the cultivation of a late-stage Immortal Emperor. Rather than taking it for training, it was more like showing off! With it around, Lin Ling and the others naturally felt less fear. Zhang Qiang pondered for a moment, then flashed onto the spaceship. As he steadied himself, Lin Ling behind him eagerly said, "Brother Qiang... you're back! Patriarch Yao Chen's flying crane... has flown back to the Eternal Holy Land."

"Oh...? Flying back? It seems that we can only rely on ourselves for this experience. We have to be cautious in all our actions. But don't worry too much. I have already sent a message to Wang Ling and asked her to send the Tianji team to search for information. I don't think there will be any big problems." Zhang Qiang pretended to be confused, and then comforted solemnly.

After hearing this, Lin Ling calmed down a bit. Wang Wei, who was at the bow, turned around and said calmly, "Brother Qiang... those families probably have quite a few experts. If we can defeat them, we'll do it. If not, we can just call on the Qingshan Sect. I doubt they'll dare to provoke us. The rise and fall of every family is a historical necessity."

"I didn't realize you were so perceptive," Zhang Zhong said. Wang Wei didn't respond immediately. He simply turned back, looking ahead as if reminiscing about something. Then he slowly said, "Of course. My grandfather always taught me to go with the flow, not to be arrogant in victory, and not to be discouraged in defeat."

Zhang Qiang smiled slightly and nodded unconsciously in response: "Well... be calm when you gain, be calm when you lose, strive for what is certain, let nature take its course, and believe that everything is the best arrangement." After Zhang Qiang finished speaking, he also looked into the distance with a deep gaze!

What Zhang Qiang didn't know was that at this moment, Lin Ling behind him kept repeating Zhang Qiang's words silently. Looking at Zhang Qiang's back, she felt that his figure seemed to be getting taller and taller.

After three days and three nights of travel, Zhang Qiang and his companions finally arrived above Wang Wei's clan on the morning of the fourth day. Although Wang Wei's clan wasn't as grand and majestic as the Qingshan Sect, its dozens of luxurious palaces nestled on a mountain, nestled beside water and shrouded in mist, did have a certain otherworldly charm.

As Wang Wei's flying boat landed steadily in front of the mountain gate, several Jindan-level cultivators quickly arrived. Leading the way was a white-haired old man, whose cultivation had reached the Great Perfection of the Jindan realm. Upon seeing Wang Wei, the old man's already cloudy eyes suddenly filled with tears. He cried, "Young Master Thirteen... you're finally back." He was about to kneel before Wang Wei, but Wang Wei quickly stepped forward to stop him.

"Uncle Fu... no need to be so polite... Oh, by the way! This is..." Wang Wei was about to introduce Lin Ling to Uncle Fu, but Zhang Qiang took over the conversation: "Oh... this is our senior sister Lin Ling, and I am Wang Wei's junior brother Zhang Long. Elder, I am here to pay my respects to you." Zhang Qiang bowed respectfully.

"You are too polite, my dear friends. Since you are the senior sister and junior brother of our 13th Young Master, you are the distinguished guests of the palace. I am honored to meet you two young friends." Uncle Fu bowed respectfully in return. After noticing Lin Ling's powerful cultivation, he couldn't help but show joy on his face.

After the few people exchanged pleasantries, Wang Wei supported Uncle Fu and walked towards the main gate of the palace while chatting. Zhang Qiang and Lin Ling followed behind, while spreading their spiritual sense to pay attention to the surroundings.

"Uncle Fu...are all my brothers back?" Wang Wei asked.

"They are all back. Your eldest brother has been at home helping the master with family affairs since your grandfather died in the war. The other young masters and young ladies also rushed back two days ago after hearing the news. You have the longest journey. The master has been looking forward to your early return... but he is also afraid of your return. After all, the family is facing a life-and-death crisis this time... Alas..." Uncle Fu spoke with a sad face, and turbid tears fell again.

The two exchanged pleasantries along the way, and then Uncle Fu led the three of them into a spacious and luxurious hall, roughly the size of a football field. Dozens of people stood on either side of the hall, buzzing with conversation. In the center of the hall sat an elderly man with a face full of white stubble, his chin resting on his left hand, his eyes closed in deep thought, a look of worry on his face.

As Wang Wei and his companions entered the hall, it instantly fell silent. A bearded man, also standing below the main seat, excitedly called out, "Little Thirteen... you're finally back! Will the Qingshan Sect protect our family?" As he spoke, he quickly approached Wang Wei, glancing at Zhang Qiang and Lin Ling behind him.

"Big Brother..." Wang Wei responded softly, lowering his head in shame. He stammered, "I... I have average talent, so I'm just an ordinary disciple in the Qingshan Sect. The sect has been affected by the war recently and has no time to take care of other things... But my senior sister and junior brother are willing to contribute to our family's combat power."

After Wang Wei's account, the hall, which had just quieted down, erupted in discussion again. At this moment, the old man who had been sitting in the center of the hall had stood up and slowly walked over to Wang Wei. His expression was heavy, but he couldn't hide his affection for Wang Wei. The old man slowly raised his right hand and patted Wang Wei's shoulder, comforting both Wang Wei and himself and the other clansmen in the hall. He said, "There's no need to discuss this further... As long as our Wang family survives utter destruction, we will rise again one day. Even if we can't, we, the Wang family, will not regret our decision to resist the ghost tribe."

"This must be the head of the Wang family. I'm honored to meet you." Lin Ling, who had been silent the entire time, suddenly spoke up. Zhang Qiang was taken aback and thought to himself, "Wow, this must be the result of following Wu Yong in big situations. The girl who used to be so timid now has the aura of a king."

Hearing this, the old man looked at Lin Ling behind Wang Wei and said politely, "Fairy, please don't be polite. My name is Wang Xu, and I am the head of the Wang family. Fairy, you have reached the Mahayana stage at such a young age. You are truly a natural talent."

"Thank you for your kind words, Senior. The three of us are close friends. We will do our utmost to protect the Wang family this time. We will not disappoint the old hero Wang, who is still in the afterlife. I believe the human race will not disappoint him either." Lin Ling, her white robes fluttering in the breeze, her straight back now even more resolute. She spoke with a righteous expression, her voice filling the hall with admiration. Even Wang Xu, a cultivator in the early stages of the Immortal King realm, was struck by a sense of comprehension.

"Fairy... you are truly extraordinary. On behalf of the Wang family, I thank you, thank you." Wang Xu bowed again, this time even more respectfully. After all, not many people recognized his father's achievements. Most people didn't approve of his father's challenge to the ghost tribe, even he himself had once thought so. Lin Ling's words not only acknowledged his father's achievements but also crowned him a hero, which touched him deeply.