Clan Cultivation: The Ye Clan

Ye Zhenzhen also thought of this problem and looked at her brother Ye Zhenwen.

Seeing the faint smile on her brother's lips, she understood; it seemed her brother had done something.

Seeing Ye Zhenzhen's gaze, Ye Zhendong turned to Ye Zhenwen, "Zhenwen, did you do this?"

Ye Zhenwen nodded. "Yes."

He Ruonan, who was listening nearby, was completely confused. "What do you mean?"

Ye Zhenwen didn't explain. He walked directly to He Ruonan's side, took out the root system, and said to He Ruonan, "Father, I need your blood."

He Ruonan stared blankly at Ye Zhenwen, not understanding.

But as Ye Zhenwen instructed, he reached out and made a cut in the middle of his palm, and blood gushed out instantly.

Ye Zhenwen quickly placed the root system below the blood, allowing the blood to drip onto the root system, while his other hand quickly formed a hand seal.

Then, you can see the roots quickly absorbing the blood, beginning to revitalize, and growing a small leaf.

Seeing this, He Ruonan looked shocked and turned to the other three.

But the expressions on the faces of these three people were a little strange.

"What's wrong?" Heronan asked.

Ye Zhenwen pursed his lips and looked at He Ruonan, asking, "Father, what do you know about the Helian family's guardian tree?"

He Ruonan seemed to be recalling something. After about half a cup of tea's time, He Ruonan shook his head. "I don't know. I only know that our Helian family has been guarding a secret for generations. It is passed down orally and only to the direct descendants."

Uh, upon hearing this, the other three immediately wilted.

It seems I won't get any useful information from my father.

Thinking this, Ye Zhenzhen took the root from Ye Zhenwen's hand and poked the lonely leaf.

He Ruonan looked at Ye Zhenwen, "Wen'er, your expressions were so strange just now, what happened?"

Before Ye Zhenwen could speak, Ye Zhendong said, "Uncle, why is your blood different from Zhen'er's blood?"

"What do you mean?" Heronan tensed up upon hearing this.

Ye Zhenzhen glared at Ye Zhendong. Can't you speak in complete sentences?

Ye Zhendong touched his nose guiltily, "Zhen'er, why don't you show your uncle?"

Ye Zhenzhen rolled her eyes at her second brother helplessly, stretched out her finger, cut herself, and dripped blood onto a leaf.

The leaves seemed to have been given a shot of adrenaline, and began to grow rapidly, one leaf, two leaves... countless leaves.

The root system also grew rapidly, almost reaching the ground, and the main stem quickly turned green and thickened...

Upon seeing this, He Ruonan's eyes widened instantly. "Zhen'er, you...you..."

Ye Zhenzhen was startled by He Ruonan's startled voice, "What's wrong?"

He Ruonan first stopped his daughter's bleeding before slowly saying, "In our Helian family, when each child turns five, not only is their spirit tested, but they also have to pray for blessings under a century-old tree in the middle. Only if they can receive the protection of the sacred tree can they become the heir of the family."

Ye Zhenzhen looked blank. "What does this have to do with me?"

"Praying for blessings involves dripping one's blood into the roots of a great tree. If the sacred tree acknowledges this, it will bestow blessings upon the disciple, causing a leaf to fall. The leaf will then drift to the disciple, who can then comprehend the meaning on their own."

Ye Zhenzhen looked at the tiny sapling in her palm, barely an inch long. "Father means, it can do that too?"

Heronan shook his head. "Uncertain, but very likely."

"Did Father receive blessings from the divine tree?"

“No, the tragedy happened before the blessing ceremony that year.” He Ruonan said, his face showing a forlorn expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, Zhen'er, your bloodline should be purer, at least purer than mine, otherwise you wouldn't have this reaction."

"What about my brother? He didn't react at all."

He Ruonan turned to look at Ye Zhenwen and, seeing the inquiry in his eyes, explained, "That's also possible. During the process of inheritance, as the bloodline is constantly diluted, this situation becomes more and more frequent. Later on, disciples who receive the blessing will be given special training by the family."

Hearing this, Ye Zhenwen felt much more comforted.

Ye Zhenzhen saw that her brother's expression had softened considerably. It seemed that her brother cared about it too!

Ye Zhenwen handed the sapling to Ye Zhenzhen, saying, "You can keep it."

"Okay." Ye Zhenzhen placed the sapling into the Vitality Bead.

Ye Zhendong asked, "The most important question now is, how do we get out?"

Ye Zhenwen: "How about I use the excuse that I need to go out to buy some spiritual herbs?"

Ye Zhenzhen shook her head, "No, with your persona, apart from being interested in alchemy, you basically let others do everything else and will never do it yourself."

Ye Zhenwen thought for a moment, "Then you can go out first, under the pretext of buying spiritual medicine for us."

Ye Zhendong denied it, "It probably still won't work. If I remember correctly, the Dongfang family has its own procurement staff, so they don't need us at all."

"What should I do?"

All four of them fell into deep thought, wondering how they could leave with a legitimate reason.

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In the main courtyard, Dongfang Jing and Dongfang Mingchao sat at a table playing chess.

Seeing that Dongfang Jing was about to lose, Dongfang Jing asked, "Mingchao, how are the people you brought back yesterday?"

Dongfang Mingchao slightly raised his eyelids, then continued to stare at the chessboard. It was a crucial moment, why ask this question all of a sudden!

There is fraud.

He replied calmly, "I've already had Hu Wei test it; it's not someone from the Helian family."

While Dongfang Mingchao was speaking, Dongfang Jing lightly brushed his hand across the chessboard, instantly removing two white pieces, and continued to ask, "How's the investigation into the traitor going?"

Dongfang Mingchao looked helpless and grabbed his grandfather's hand that had just caused trouble. "Grandpa, if you can't win, you can just admit defeat. Why are you sneaking around like this?"

Dongfang Jing flung Dongfang Mingchao's hand away, rolled up his sleeves, and pretended that nothing had happened.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Would your grandpa do such a thing?"

With a wave of his hand, Dongfang Mingchao returned the two white pieces that had just been taken to their original positions and placed another piece.

Seeing that Dongfang Jing's army had already suffered a crushing defeat, he glared angrily at his unfilial descendants opposite him.

Don't they know how to give way to an old person like themselves?

Dongfang Mingchao remained unmoved. "Grandpa, shall we continue?"

Dongfang Jing was furious when he saw his excellent grandson looking so serious.

"I'm not playing anymore, I'm not playing anymore. I'll let you win because you're my grandson, and I won't let you lose too badly."

After saying that, he got up to leave.

Dongfang Mingchao stood up unhurriedly, placed another piece, and followed Dongfang Jing out.

After settling into a chair and having tea served by a maid, Dongfang Mingchao continued, "There's still no news about the traitor."

"what's the situation?"