The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

Shenxuan Continent, Central Continent!

Linyue Dynasty, on Cangling Mountain, dozens of miles away from Tianshui City.

"Born! Born!"

A surprised voice came from the room, accompanied by the crying of a child.

Our protagonist Zhang Chentian makes a brilliant appearance.

"Ah? Am I... traveling through time?"

"I'll see, I'll see!"

Before he could continue thinking, he was interrupted by a young man who rushed in hurriedly, and then he was hugged by a pair of strong and powerful hands.

"Huh, you little brat, why don't you go check on Xiaohan."

A majestic voice rang out from the middle-aged man behind him, like a huge bell, making people's ears buzz.

"Yes, yes, yes." The young man quickly handed Zhang Chentian to the middle-aged man, ran to the bedside, looked at the woman and said gently:

"How are you, Han'er? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"I'm not feeling unwell, just a little weak. As a cultivator, my physical fitness is much stronger than that of ordinary people, so don't worry."

The woman answered with a smile, her voice as clear and pleasant as the sound of a yellow oriole singing in a valley.

"Xiao Han, you've worked hard. Die'er will stew the first-grade mid-level blood ginseng and Qingling chicken for my daughter-in-law to nourish her."

The middle-aged man continued:

"What a pity your mother and your brother are not here, otherwise they would be very happy."

That’s right, the middle-aged and young man who were speaking were Zhang Chentian’s grandfather Zhang Zongyu and father Zhang Yihao, and at this moment our protagonist was looking at his relatives in this life with tears in his eyes.

In his previous life, he graduated from a third-tier university and struggled at the bottom of society for more than ten years without making much money.

His parents were killed in a sudden car accident when he was in his thirties. He felt very happy to travel to another world and feel the warmth again.

Thinking of this, Zhang Chentian looked at Luo Qinghan and smiled. When Zhang Zongyu saw it, he smiled and put him in Luo Qinghan's hands.

Then he gave a few more instructions and prepared to leave. As the patriarch of the Zhang family, he still had a lot of things to deal with.

"Wait, Dad, please give this child a name," Luo Qinghan stopped Zhang Zongyu who was walking out.

"Let's call him Zhang Tian. After his talent is tested at age six, we'll add a generation name."

……

Time flies, years pass by, and six years later, "Brother Tian, ​​Brother Tian, ​​slow down, wait for me."

I saw a group of children chasing and playing in an orchard, and at the end there was a little fat boy chasing and shouting at the back.

"Hahaha, Fatty Tiger, it's your fault that you're either eating or on your way to eat all day. Now you can't even run."

"Hmph, Xiaoguang, you can't say that. It's because Brother Tian made such delicious food. What's wrong with eating more?" said the fat kid named Tiger with a look of dissatisfaction.

"Hahaha," the children all laughed as soon as these words were spoken.

As a time traveler, Zhang Chentian has shown extraordinary wisdom and many creative ideas since he was young. He has become the "leader" of this group of children.

Under his leadership, this group of children caused trouble all over the Zhang family's house all day long.

They are simply "doing all kinds of evil" and the elders in the family just shake their heads at them, saying they can do nothing about it.

"Humph, you kids are here to destroy my orchard again. Do you want to weed the family orchard again?"

An old voice came. Hearing this voice, the children hurriedly put the fruits in their pockets, while Fat Tiger swallowed the fruit in his hand in one gulp.

Seeing this, the old man who was walking slowly over was also at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

"Stand at attention~at ease, stand at attention~hello," Zhang Chentian commanded in a childish voice.

"Hello, Uncle."

After seeing this, the old man, who was not angry to begin with, felt even better.

"You guys, you'll all be quiet in a few days~"

The old man smiled and said that this was Zhang Zongyan, the second elder of the family who was addicted to alchemy for the sake of the family.

Now he is 116 years old. Although he has a good talent for cultivation, he has not yet broken through the Nascent Soul Realm. However, he is the only third-level intermediate-grade alchemist in the family.

"What's going on, Second Uncle?"

The group of children asked at once, and only Zhang Chentian seemed to have thought of something.

"Many of you are already six years old. In a few days, you will take your talent test. After that, you will learn the knowledge of cultivation and begin your training."

Zhang Zongyan didn't keep anyone in suspense and told them all.

During the six years that Zhang Chentian traveled through time, he also gained a preliminary understanding of this world. In the Shenxuan Continent, there are countless races, and the strong are respected. The realms of practitioners are divided from low to high:

Body Tempering - Qi Condensation - Essence Condensation - Dan Transformation - Spiritual Realm - King Realm - Imperial Realm - Venerable Realm - Saint Realm - Divine Realm

Cultivation talents are divided into: Heaven, Earth, Xuan, and Huang. Each level is divided into four grades: low, medium, high, and extreme.

His family was a small third-rank family in the Linyue Dynasty of Zhongzhou, and all forces in the Shenxuan Continent were divided into ranks from one to nine from low to high, with a divine rank above that.

"Yeah! I've finally waited for this day." Although Zhang Chentian enjoyed the ultimate happiness of his childhood in the past six years, he still had a great interest in cultivation.

He didn't believe that this world would be as safe as in his family. He was still waiting to stand at the top of the world.

"Brother Tian, ​​what does 'Oye' mean?" Xiaoguang asked with his head tilted.

"It means you heard something good and that you are feeling happy."

"Oh," Xiaoguang picked up a small notebook and started writing it down.

"Okay, go home and get ready. I won't punish you by pulling weeds this time, hahaha," Zhang Zongyan said with a smile.

"Long live, long live Second Uncle!" The children ran out of the orchard happily, and of course, at the end they were followed by a fat figure.

The old man watched them leave with a smile on his face.

"Mom, my brother is back, my brother is back," Zhang Chentian just walked into the yard and heard a childish voice. Then a two-year-old boy ran towards him.

Zhang Chentian hugged him, stuffed a ripe peach into his hand, and then pulled him into the house.

"Where have you been? Go wash your hands, it's time to eat!" Luo Qinghan walked out of the kitchen with dinner and put it on the table.

"No, Mom, I'm a good and obedient child, how could I cause trouble?"

"Really? Your second uncle and sixth uncle both told me about you youngsters."

"Hehehe, I just went to eat some fruit and look at the chicks, that's all. By the way, Mom, isn't Dad back yet?"

"It's almost time. Your talent test will be in a few days. Your father will be back soon."

"The family has sent thirty cultivators to our Zhang family's mortal village to test our physiques. You should stay home honestly for the next few days and help me look after your brother."

"I know, Mom." After dinner, Zhang Chentian walked into his little room and lay down on the bed.

Over the years, he felt the family warmth in this world that he had never experienced in his previous life, and he also felt that it was good to leave the prosperous but busy and inward-looking Blue Planet.

As he was thinking, he fell asleep...