Dream Picking Records

Chapter 164: Identical Sculptures

The oldest elder brought Wang Xiao to the same gate as the one in Houliang Ancient Town, took out a talisman and pasted it on the door frame.

A powerful spiritual fluctuation was transmitted from the ordinary space. The old man recited a mantra silently, and the intensity of the fluctuation gradually decreased.

"Please come in, Holy Son."

Wang Xiao nodded and stepped forward. Then he saw the city buildings that were in the same style as the ancient town of Houliang. The difference was that the city in front of him was brightly lit, bustling with people, and busy on the streets.

The old man waved his dry hand, and a huge protective shield appeared above the entire city.

The people in the city were confused and thought there was an enemy attack, so they looked up at the sky in horror.

"Don't panic, everyone!"

A middle-aged man leaped high into the sky, his voice spread throughout the city, and then he flew in front of Wang Xiao and the others.

"Dad, what happened?"

The middle-aged man is the patriarch of the branch, and the eldest of the three elders is his father.

"Dongxi, I haven't seen the Holy Son yet."

When Murong Dongxi saw his father and the other old man trembling in fear, he immediately realized that the harmless-looking young man in front of him was more terrifying than the arrogant and domineering man.

The three elders had all confirmed his identity as the Holy Son, so he did not dare to act rashly and immediately bowed respectfully.

"I have met the Holy Son."

Wang Xiao simply waved his hand, and then felt the strength of the protective shield at close range.

"Well, the defensive array is pretty good, is that all?"

"Of course there is more, but it is not convenient to activate it for the Holy Son to see right now." Murong Dongxi replied.

"Take me into the city."

The magic circle was closed, and the group walked along the main road of the city. The reserved looks of the clan leader and the three elders made the residents on the road give way. Wang Xiao secretly sent a message to his two brothers, asking them to feel whether there was any breath related to Taoism.

When he reached the center of the city, Wang Xiao saw something familiar - a sculpture that looked exactly the same as the one in the center of the Qitian Daomen Square.

The three elders and Murong Dongxi worshipped the statue reverently.

"Oh my god, the relationship between the Murong family and the Qitian Sect is really special! Brother, it seems that most of our family property is in the Murong family's nest."

Master Pei and Master Qin also discovered the existence of the statue through their thoughts and couldn't help but wonder, could it be that their master really had accepted another apprentice?

"Sir, our branch worships the ancestor every day."

"Yes, Not Bad."

"Please come to our palace, Holy Son." After receiving the affirmative answer, Murong Dongxi bowed his head and said.

The clan leader's residence was not far behind the statue, and they arrived in no time. The clan leaders lined up in two rows waiting at the door. When they saw them coming, they smiled and said in unison, "Welcome to the Holy Son!"

After Wang Xiao entered, he could only feel the shining light and the fragrant aroma. The room was filled with magic weapons, elixirs and rare spiritual stones.

This is to bribe him and ask him to do something!

"I know that Saint Son has no shortage of cultivation resources, but I hope you will accept this small gift!" Murong Dongxi asked flatteringly and cautiously, "Saint Son, what do you think of my son Han Hai?"

Wang Xiao smiled knowingly at his big mouth. If he thought so, it must be very good, but if Murong Bawang thought so, it must be very bad.

The three elders and Murong Dongxi were delighted when they saw his expression. This was going to be a good thing! As the saying goes, if one person succeeds, everyone will benefit. As long as Han Hai is favored by the Zong family, they can follow him back to the Zong family. No matter how much they pay, it will be worth it!

Suddenly, Murong Hanhai's younger brother came to report.

"Father, someone from the Zong family is coming!"

"Please come in!" Although Murong Dongxi and the elders were a little puzzled, they did not dare to neglect them.

Isn't this a coincidence? Wang Xiao had a bad feeling.

"Lord Saint, please accept it quickly. Don't let the people coming see it!" Murong Dongxi urged Wang Xiao with a smile.

He is quite good at handling things.

Wang Xiao gladly accepted it, and then secretly communicated with his two senior brothers.

"Brother, I think we should prepare to run away."

"Don't worry, we are here!"

Two men and two women were brought to the front of the hall, all of them were in the state of harmony. They looked at Wang Xiao's profile with a little surprise.

"Why is the Holy Son here?"

"No, look carefully, he only looks like the Holy Son. He is not the Holy Son."

The four of them focused their eyes on Wang Xiao's face.

"Who are you! What are your intentions in sneaking into our tribe?" the man in black asked sternly.

Murong Dongxi and the others' faces suddenly changed. "What are you talking about, envoys? Isn't this the current Holy Son?"

The woman in the green dress said sarcastically, "Open your dog eyes wide, can't you even tell whether they are from our tribe or not?"

"Maybe the envoys have made a mistake. He knows our family's formless magic and invisible magic!" explained the third elder.

Upon hearing this, the four of them gave each other an unceremonious look.

"Humph, do you think we are as old and dim-sighted as you? You are talking about the Wuxiang Divine Art. No wonder your branch is declining."

The clan leader and the three elders were scolded by the woman in green skirt and dared not to say anything back. As a result, Murong Hanhai, whom Wang Xiao liked, was not convinced and "rebelled".

"I am sure that he can indeed use the Wuxiang Divine Art."

"You have no right to speak!"

The man in gray clothes behind the woman in green skirt slapped him in the face from a distance. Murong Dongxi caught his slap with a pained look on his face. He was so angry in his heart but he had to endure it.

The woman in green skirt twisted her waist seductively and came to Murong Hanhai. As the woman approached, he was not afraid.

"Little brother, how can you be sure that he is performing the Wuxiang Divine Art?"

"Because I have also mastered it, and everyone in the Western Regions knows that he is Murong Bawang."

"Interesting, let's hear what the real owner has to say."

Seeing that the focus had finally shifted to him, Wang Xiao stood up and stretched.

"Since you have discovered me, I will tell you the truth. I am indeed not your Holy Son. I am Holy King Murong."

"You must be the cousin that Cen Daozi mentioned." asked the woman in white who had been silent.

"It seems that you have already investigated in the Southern Region. Do you know that Murong Bowang wanted to kill your Holy Son in the name of eliminating the Thief Saint?" Wang Xiao was not surprised and said seriously.

"You're talking nonsense!" The woman in green and the man in gray were obviously anxious and were about to take action first.

The two of them belong to the lineage of Murong Bowang’s grandfather, and the other two are from the lineage of clan leader Murong Dayan and Murong Bawang.

"Don't be impatient, just listen to him slowly."

The two dared not move. It was obvious that the woman in white who spoke was of a higher status.

"After I rescued the Overlord, I returned to the Western Regions and said hello to the same clan branches in the Western Regions on his behalf. I did not meet Murong Bowang on the way. I think he might have been killed by him when I was chasing the Overlord, or he might have offended someone he shouldn't have offended and died."

"Don't listen to his one-sided story. The name Murong Sheng Wang is ridiculous!" the woman in green skirt said anxiously.

"Whether the story is true or not, you can just come with us to confront Cen Daozi. If what you said is true, come back with us to our tribe and we will give you an identity." said the man in black who had not spoken before.

"I cannot reveal my identity. If you don't believe me, you can wait for Overlord to come back and confirm with him." Wang Xiao's words were half true and half false. If he went back with them, he would be exposed.

"I think you are guilty!"

The woman in the green dress ignored the attempt and launched a fatal attack to silence the witness, but was blocked in time by the man in black who had been staring at her.