The Cangling Zhang family dominates the continent!

"Come, Chen'er, come to daddy quickly and let daddy hug my baby son!" Zhang Chentian let go of the two girls with a smile on his face, and looked lovingly at Zhang Maochen who was not far away.

When Zhang Maochen heard his father calling him, a happy smile immediately broke out on his face, and he ran quickly towards his father's open arms without any hesitation.

Because for him, although his father did not spend much time with them on weekdays, the deep fatherly love always lingered in his heart, making him miss him very much.

At this moment, Zhang Maoxi, the younger sister, saw her brother being hugged by her father.

Feeling a little anxious, she quickly ran to Zhang Chentian's legs with her short legs, grabbed the corner of his clothes and started to act coquettishly:

"Daddy, I want a hug too, I want a hug too!" That cute and playful look makes people laugh.

"Okay, okay, my little princess, of course daddy will hug you!" Zhang Chentian agreed with a smile, then stretched out his other arm and took Zhang Maoxi into his arms.

In this way, he held his son Zhang Maochen on his left and his daughter Zhang Maoxi on his right, and slowly walked towards Xuantian Villa.

Looking at the warm and harmonious scene in front of her, Xia Aoxue, who was standing behind, had her eyes filled with happiness and tenderness.

She smiled and followed quietly behind the father and his two sons, as if the whole world was left with only this strong family affection and warmth.

The sunlight shines on them, casting long shadows, and everything is so beautiful and peaceful.

At present, there are 54 people in the Zhang Jiamao generation, among whom there are those with Xuan-level talent or above.

Zhang Maolin, son of Zhang Chenxi, is the third of the Mao generation. He is seventeen years old this year and has a talent of the lower Xuan level.

Zhang Maoye, son of Zhang Chenzheng, is the ninth child in the Mao generation. He is fifteen years old this year and has a fire spirit body and a mid-level Xuan-level talent.

Zhang Maohan, the son of Zhang Chendong, is the fifth in the Chen generation and the twelfth in the Mao generation. He is fourteen years old this year, has a mid-level Xuan-level talent, and is also the girl with the highest cultivation talent among the Zhang family girls.

Zhang Maoxu, the son of Zhang Chenchang, who is the 26th in the Chen generation, is the 17th in the Mao generation and is 12 years old this year.

There are also Zhang Maosen, Zhang Maosi, Zhang Maozhe, Zhang Maoheng, and Zhang Maohua, all of whom have Xuan-level lower-grade talents, ranking 21st, 26th, 32nd, and 41st respectively.

Zhang Maohong, who is about to awaken, ranks 47th and just turned six this year.

Zhang Maochen and Zhang Maoxi are ranked 50th and 51st respectively and are both three years old this year.

"Xue'er, I won't be going out for a while. Do you want to go into that space and practice for a while?"

Zhang Chentian walked into the house and looked at Xia Aoxue gently and asked softly.

Xia Aoxue shook her head slightly, reached out and gently stroked the two children's heads, and responded in the same soft voice:

"No need. There are only five years left before we go to Linglong Holy Land to receive the inheritance. I want to make good use of these precious five years and spend more time with you and the children."

Hearing this, Zhang Maoxi on the side immediately hugged Xia Aoxue's arm tightly, tears in his eyes, and shouted in a sobbing voice:

"I don't want to leave mother, I don't want mother to go!"

Zhang Maochen, who seemed a bit more sensible, blinked his big curious eyes and looked up to ask Zhang Chentian:

"Daddy, is Mommy going to become more powerful through training?"

Zhang Chentian smiled and nodded, then replied to his son affirmatively: "Chen'er is right."

Then he looked at Zhang Chenxi: "Xi'er, your mother is not leaving us, she just needs to go to a special place to practice in seclusion for a while.

If our lovely little Xier misses her mother in the future, just tell Daddy and he will take you to visit her anytime, anywhere."

After hearing his father's words, Zhang Maoxi's tearful face instantly blossomed into a smile of anticipation.

She stared at Zhang Chentian with her watery eyes and asked with a slightly trembling voice:

"Really...really?"

"Of course it's true, Daddy promises you!"

Zhang Chentian squatted down, gently embraced Zhang Maoxi in his arms, and made a promise to him in an extremely firm tone.

……

After spending some time with the three of them, Zhang Chentian came to the family's Zuixianlou, which was specially opened in the family's territory with the purpose of allowing all family members to eat delicious food.

This is also a place often visited by Lin Haijian, the elder of Linglong Holy Land. Xia Aoxue told him all this.

"I've met the clan leader!"

"Greetings, Chief! You're back."

……

Seeing Zhang Chentian coming to Zuixianlou, the tribesmen who were enjoying the food stood up and greeted him.

"Well, I'm back. You all should take a seat. You don't have to be so polite."

"Yes, patriarch."

Sitting at a spacious and bright dining table decorated with exquisite tableware, Zhang Chentian chatted happily and easily with the tribesmen sitting around him with a smile on his face.

Time passed quietly, and more than ten minutes passed in a flash.

Then he slowly stood up and walked lightly to the window not far away to get his meal.

When he came to the window, his eyes fell on the middle-aged woman who was busy inside. A kind and warm smile immediately appeared on his face, and he said:

"Aunt Wu, you've worked so hard! Could you please make me a bowl of spiritual rice, a serving of spiritual eggplant scrambled eggs, a serving of spicy fried chicken, and finally a serving of spiritual beef?"

Hearing the voice, the middle-aged woman who was busy serving food looked up and recognized at a glance that the sunny and handsome young man in front of her was Zhang Chentian.

A look of surprise instantly appeared on her face, and she said excitedly:

"Oh my, it's Chentian! You're finally back! It's been ages since I last saw you! Please wait a moment, I'll prepare all these delicious dishes for you right away."

Zhang Chentian smiled and nodded, then stood quietly by and waited.

After a while, the middle-aged woman deftly put all kinds of delicious dishes into bowls and plates and handed them to Zhang Chentian.

Looking at the exquisite porcelain plates filled with dishes on the table and the enthusiastic Aunt Wu who was constantly adding dishes to them,

Zhang Chentian quickly stretched out his hands and carefully picked up the plates full of food.

"Okay, okay, Aunt Wu, that's enough. Thank you! I'll be leaving now. See you next time."

After saying that, Zhang Chentian waved to Aunt Wu and ran upstairs.

Looking at Zhang Chentian's hurriedly leaving back, the middle-aged woman couldn't help laughing and muttered to herself:

"This child is still exactly the same as before..."

When she said this, her thoughts involuntarily recalled some things from her childhood, which filled her heart with emotion and warmth.

Carrying a porcelain plate, he walked into the private room on the third floor of Zuixianlou.

Looking at Elder Lin who was devouring a table of delicious food, Zhang Chentian was stunned: "Hey, Elder Lin, how did you manage to eat so much food?"

Looking at the piles of porcelain plates and then at the slender old man Lin, his heart was filled with curiosity.

"Boy Chentian, the dishes at your Zuixianlou are so delicious that I, an old man, couldn't resist." After stuffing a spiritual chicken leg in his mouth, Old Lin looked at Zhang Chentian and said vaguely.

"Okay, okay, it's up to you. Just pay the spirit stones." Zhang Chentian grinned.

As for getting a stomachache? Zhang Chentian hadn't even considered it. If a saint could get sick from a stomachache, then Elder Lin would surely become famous in the Shenxuan Continent.

"By the way, Mr. Lin, has anything bad happened to the Zhang family recently?" Zhang Chentian sat down next to Mr. Lin and asked.

"There are no bad things? That's just that the cultivator at the peak of the imperial realm has been lurking around and refused to leave, but he didn't attack anyone from the Zhang family. I think his target is you." Old Lin thought for a while and replied.

"Haven't you left yet? Okay, I'll take care of it in a couple of days."

"There is another thing. The secret realm of Shenxuan Continent has appeared on a large scale. We in Linglong Holy Land speculate that a great era is about to begin. We just don't know whether this trend will be good or bad for the continent." When he said this, a serious look appeared on Old Lin's face.

"But with you, the Star Lord, here, I don't think anything will happen on the mainland."