My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

At this point, she couldn't help but sigh: "If the ancestor were still alive, with his supreme cultivation as the Great Emperor of Enlightenment, he would surely be able to lead the Huangquan Sect to a greater level."

"Unfortunately, since the altar appeared in this world, no matter what means are used, it cannot be activated."

"Over time, even within the sect, there were many who suspected that the altar that could connect with the ancestor's true spirit...was just a cover."

Listening to Liu Qianyou's stories about the Patriarch's Altar, Jiang Han fell into deep thought again.

Originally, he had already come to a conclusion from clues such as the statue of Huangquan Emperor, the scroll of the ancestors, and the Huangquan Secret.

That is, this so-called "Master Huangquan" is definitely not the real Huangquan Emperor!

But rather...

The altar left by the Huangquan Patriarch can resonate with the Huangquan Magic Map in his hand!

"That's a little strange."

Even the Yellow Springs Demon Map will be attracted by this altar.

Who would believe that there is no connection between Emperor Huangquan and this altar?

Thinking of this, Jiang Han felt his head instantly become a mess.

Then, he turned slightly and his eyes fell on Liu Qianyou.

"Follow."

After saying that, he walked away and headed straight for the altar!

He had a strong premonition in his heart.

Perhaps, the altar that has left the ancestors of the Huangquan Sect helpless can be cracked by the Huangquan Magic Map in his hand.

And by then, perhaps that will be the moment when the truth is revealed!

Liu Qianyou looked at Jiang Han's back with a complicated expression.

Although she was unwilling in her heart, in order to save her life, she gritted her teeth, dragged her seriously injured body, and quickly followed.

...........

Not long after.

The two of them returned to the altar again.

Jiang Han looked at the altar in front of him and did not act rashly.

He tilted his head slightly and looked towards Ming Ji.

"You go and try."

Ming Ji nodded, stepped onto the altar, and began to circulate the power of the Yellow Springs Law in his body, trying his best to stimulate the energy of this place.

However, as time passed, there was still no movement at the scene.

Even with Jiang Han's perception, he didn't detect any fluctuations.

If Liu Qianyou hadn't said that this was the altar left by the ancestor, even he would probably have thought it was just an ordinary stone platform.

"As expected... I still have to rely on the Yellow Springs Demon Map."

As his thoughts flashed through his mind, Jiang Han turned his head slightly and looked at Liu Qianyou.

Swah——

Without any warning, he suddenly attacked.

Liu Qianyou had no time to react and was hit instantly!

Under the suppression of the Yellow Springs Law, she instantly lost consciousness and collapsed to the ground.

At the same time, Ming Ji silently stepped forward, stood beside Liu Qianyou, and watched quietly to prevent any accidents.

Jiang Han took a deep breath and clasped his hands together.

The next moment, a faint light emerged from the palm of his hand.

That was his natal imperial weapon - the Yellow Springs Demon Map!

Boom! !

The imperial soldiers appeared, and an extremely terrifying pressure swept over, instantly covering the entire underground city!

After coming into contact with the aura of the Yellow Springs Demon Diagram, the altar, which had been motionless, began to tremble violently!

Waves of crisp roaring sounds came from underground!

“Sure enough, there was a reaction.”

Jiang Han had an idea and used all his strength to display the Yellow Springs Demon Diagram, pouring power into the altar!

One breath... Two breaths... Three breaths...

Until the seventh breath.

boom! !

A huge noise was heard!

Dense golden light patterns appeared on the surface of the altar, and then quickly gathered in the center, turning into a small golden ball.

Then, the small ball grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and finally, it became an illusory gate three meters high!

"It seems that the answer is behind the door."

Jiang Han looked up at the gate and felt that something inside was calling him.

So he took a deep breath and took the Yellow Springs Demon Diagram back into his body.

He immediately took a step forward and walked into the light gate.

..........

Step into it.

Jiang Han only felt a flash before his eyes.

When it gradually became clear and I looked again, the scene had changed dramatically.

He was in an alley.

The road is made of bluestone and the tiled houses are low and mottled.

Strings of red lanterns hang from the eaves, swaying gently in the wind.

Children were chasing and playing, women were buying groceries with baskets, and an old man was sitting by the door, basking in the afternoon sun.

Jiang Han watched all this quietly, and from time to time he heard a voice in his ear:

"Candied Haws! Rock sugar haws, sweet and sour!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, the beef will be gone if you're late!"

"Did your husband go to Liu the Butcher's again? The braised meat there is as salty as licking a salt shaker. My old man can drink three bowls of water after eating one mouthful."

"What do you know? That's called salty and fragrant. It's more enjoyable when paired with a little wine!"

"Hey, that's quite elegant!"

Others were whispering, "Hey, did you hear? The cloth shop at the entrance of East Alley closed yesterday."

"Really? I saw the boss's wife hanging cloth at the door the day before yesterday."

"I heard her son is sick and rushed to the town clinic. I guess he won't be back for a few days."

"Ah... these days, every family is like this, living a tight life."

...........

Some people chatted about food, some talked about the neighborhood, some shouted at the top of their lungs about trivial matters, and some complained in low voices that the price of rice had gone up by half a cent in the past few days.

It is full of the flavor of the market and is extremely trivial.

"Is this the scene behind the altar?"

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Then I felt a vague sense of familiarity.

"This scene is somewhat similar to the scene recorded in that scroll."

He subconsciously wanted to take out the scroll for comparison, but was shocked to find that he could not use any power.

Whether it is holy power, the power of laws, or the power of the holy body, they are all suppressed by some special rules!

In this world, he is no longer a saint, but an ordinary mortal.

"What on earth is this place?"

Jiang Han was shocked.

I instantly realized that the world before my eyes was far more complex and terrifying than I had imagined!

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from my ears:

"Why are you dazed?"

Jiang Han turned his head and saw an old lady selling eggs sitting on the side of the road, looking at him with a smile.

"Is this your first time here? Just walk forward and turn the corner to the market place, it's very lively."

After saying that, she couldn't help but look at him a few more times.

Well, at such a young age, he has white hair and red eyes.

His face was as pale as a piece of paper, and he looked like a sickly person who had not yet recovered from a serious illness.

Jiang Han didn't know what the other party was thinking, so he just nodded and said, "Thank you, Auntie."

Before you understand the ins and outs of this world, you might as well follow the flow of people and explore it first.

Then he calmed himself down and walked forward.

However, because the appearance of white hair and red eyes was too eye-catching, it instantly attracted a lot of people to watch and discuss.

When passing by the tofu stall, an auntie wearing an apron looked up and was so scared that she almost dropped her knife.

"Oh my, whose child is this? He looks... this is too pitiful..."

"Oh, yes, I see his eyes are as red as blood blisters."

"Look at his hair... My eldest son only had a single gray hair when he was thirty, but his hair is completely white now. I'm afraid he must have had some serious illness."

"Hush, keep your voice down. People are still walking in front. Don't let anyone hear us."

"What are you afraid of? Look at his face, he looks like a dead person. I don't think he will live for many days."

…………

Jiang Han listened to these discussions and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

He could also figure out that this was probably just a mortal city.

Soon, he reached the entrance of the market town.

There are people coming and going here, and stalls are everywhere.

However, what was sold on the stalls were mostly daily necessities such as oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, needles and thread, linen, candied figurines and candied haws, without any trace of the world of cultivation.

At this moment——

"Get out of the way! Don't block the road!"

Accompanied by a roar, a strong man holding a wooden stick rushed into the crowd angrily.

"You little bastard, you come to steal from my stall again! I'll break your legs!"

The crowd was in an uproar and moved away.

Just then, a thin young man, holding half a steamed bun, jumped out from the crowd.

He was about to bump into Jiang Han.

Jiang Han's eyes flashed slightly and he stepped aside.

The young man stumbled and fell to his feet with a thud.

"Cough cough..." The young man covered his chest and climbed up. When he looked up, he saw Jiang Han with white hair and red eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then frowned: "Are you also a sickly person?"

Jiang Han: “…”

"Looking at your appearance, you must not be full, right? Here, I'll share some with you."

The young man generously broke the dusty bread in his hand into five pieces and handed over a small piece.

Jiang Han didn't take it, but just said lightly: "I'm not hungry."

After saying this, he stared at the young man in front of him.

Just because the other party gave him a very familiar feeling.

"What's your name?"

The young man curled his lips when he heard this: "My mother said that outsiders cannot be trusted and names cannot be spoken carelessly."

After saying this, he quickly put the small piece of bread back into his lapel, fearing that someone would snatch it away.

Jiang Han was about to ask further questions when he saw the burly man holding a wooden stick walking up to him with a sneer.

"Haha, after all this time, you actually have help? Boy, are you tired of living?"

Before he finished speaking, he angrily raised the wooden stick and smashed it towards Jiang Han!

The young man's expression changed.

Knowing that he was the one who caused the trouble, he immediately reached out and grabbed Jiang Han's sleeve.

"Run! That Wang Dali is not someone you can easily mess with. When he gets mad, he even dares to hit his wife and mother!"

But no matter how hard he pulled, Jiang Han didn't move at all.

It was as if what he was pulling was not a person, but a mountain!

"Boom-"

The wooden stick smashed through the air!

Jiang Han just slightly turned sideways and easily dodged, allowing the wooden stick to miss.

The next moment, he stretched out his right hand, and his five fingers were like pincers, instantly pinching the big man's wrist.

"Crack!"

A crisp sound of bone breaking was heard.

Wang Dali's face twisted.

The wooden stick in his hand fell to the ground with a bang!

"Ouch, ouch! It hurts, it hurts, please let go, my hand is going to break..."

His knees gave way and he fell to the ground.

Because the pain was too great, all his facial features were squeezed together and he burst into tears.

At this moment, he really couldn't understand why this seemingly sickly young man had such exaggerated strength.

Seeing this, Jiang Han swung his hand and threw it three feet away in an instant.

Although his cultivation and physique were suppressed in this world, they were still not comparable to those of ordinary people.

"roll."

As soon as the words fell, Wang Dali was so frightened that he rolled and crawled away from the place.

The spectators around them gasped when they saw this:

"No way? This pretty boy looks so weak, but he actually threw Wang Dali away with one move?"

"That's right, this guy looks a lot thinner than me...but he has so much strength, it's really strange..."

"Tsk tsk, this move is much more skillful than that of Zhao Escort from the South City Escort Agency!"

Everyone was talking about it and was shocked.

At this moment, the young man who was about to pull Jiang Han away looked at this scene with his eyes wide open, his mouth wide open in surprise.

"Woohoo, you...you're so fierce?!"

After saying this, he seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes lit up.

Since this guy is so good at fighting, if I follow him, maybe I won’t be hungry in the future?

If I learn a few more tricks, wouldn't that be...

Just as the boy's eyes became brighter and he began to imagine the future, he felt his neck tighten.

Jiang Han grabbed him by the back of the collar with one hand and dragged him out of the crowd like a chick.

..........

Soon, the two of them entered a remote alley.

Jiang Han had just loosened his grip when the young man slid to his knees at lightning speed, bowed, and said, "If you don't mind, I'd like to be your master!"

???

Jiang Han's face was full of black lines.

However, the boy seemed not to notice his expression and continued to talk:

"Master, listen to me! These days, morals are declining and people's hearts are no longer as they used to be. Anyone you bump into on the street is either a scammer or a hooligan."

"To meet a peerless master like you who looks so thin that he'll fall down at the slightest breeze, but can actually beat Wang Dali to tears with just one blow, what else could this be but fate?

"My mother said that it's hard to find a noble person, so once you meet one, you must hold on to him and never let him go! You are the noble person in my life!"

As he spoke, the boy was almost moved to tears.

He wiped his nose and wiped his sleeves twice: "Master, please accept my disciple's greetings!"

There was a loud "bang".

Jiang Han's eyelids twitched slightly, and he couldn't help but say, "I don't accept disciples."

The young man's eyes rolled. "Then let me put it another way! If you don't want to be my disciple, how about I acknowledge you as my godfather?"

"Don't worry, I'm very worry-free. I won't make any noise or bother anyone. I can also boil water for washing clothes, massage your shoulders and back, and wash your socks. I'll take care of everything!"

Jiang Han frowned and finally understood.

This kid is not only thick-skinned, but also knows how to take advantage of the situation. It's really rare to see such a guy.

Then he said in a deep voice: "Shut up."

The boy was stunned for a moment.

But the next moment, he came closer and said in a sly voice, "Master... no, godfather, if you're really angry, you can beat me up. It's fine. I'm tough and I'm not afraid of pain! Just treat it as practice!"

Jiang Han looked at the other person's pale and thin appearance, and thought of the words "thick skin and flesh" just now, and was speechless for a moment.

Not to mention a beating, even a random punch would probably be enough to take the other person's life.

After a moment's silence, he slowly said, "How did you survive to this age?"

The young man replied seriously, "With my mouth."

Jiang Han: “…”