Chapter 908 - 293: Heaven Weeps Blood, Nascent Soul Falls (Part 3)

Shen Chongming nodded with a smile, finding himself secretly relieved.

The current Yangnao Land was causing him great pressure, but fortunately, his clan was united. With such a strong backing, he felt that everything could be smoothly resolved.

"I’ll leave Flame Lake City to you, Third Uncle, while I go discuss the matters of the Five Elements Secret Realm with Grandfather."

Shen Wen’an and his wife stood up, watching Shen Chongming’s hurried departure. Wei Qiuling sighed and said, "It’s truly hard for him."

Hearing this, Shen Wen’an also sighed and said, "None of the sons of the Shen Family have it easy."

"One generation carries the mission of multiple generations."

"Not even two hundred years old as a cultivation family, we would be considered fortunate to become a Fetal Breathing Family in Danzhou. But our Shen Family has already reached the peak of a Golden Core Family."

"If not for my cultivation significantly falling, our Shen Family should be called a ’Purple Mansion Family’ by now."

Wei Qiuling was suddenly enlightened by his words.

Indeed, she had witnessed the rise of the Shen Family.

In less than two hundred years, generations of family members had fought through adversity and forged ahead.

The current achievements unconsciously surpassed Luoxia Mountain.

If not for the Southern Border and those Outer World Cultivators, the Shen Family would already be the top cultivation family in Yangnao Land.

"Chongming wants me to make a trip to Flame Lake City, are you interested in coming along?"

Switching the topic, Shen Wen’an suddenly asked.

Wei Qiuling thought about it and lightly nodded.

"I’ve heard there is a Fire Phoenix, transformed from an Innate Spiritual Object, at the bottom of the Magma Lake in Flame Lake City. I’ll go with you this time to see it."

Shen Wen’an nodded and said, "Let’s go then."

The two walked side by side out of the small courtyard, transforming into streams of light flying towards Flame Lake City.

"How strange, why have the people of the Barbarian Race in the Western Wilderness suddenly become so few?"

"We haven’t encountered a single one along the way..."

Gazing at the vast emptiness below in the Western Wilderness, Wei Qiuling curiously remarked.

Shen Wen’an shook his head: "Chongming mentioned before, the Western Wilderness Barbarian Race seems to have faced some crisis, with many of their cultivators gathering around Flame Lake City seeking refuge."

"We’ll have to ask later."

Just as his words fell, the void in front of them twisted.

"No need to ask."

The sudden voice tightened Wei Qiuling’s expression, with spiritual power surging across her body, instantly forming a mass of sharp wooden stakes brambles behind her!

"No need to be tense."

Beside her, Shen Wen’an gently held her arm, smiling as he cupped his hands towards the distorted void ahead: "Greetings, Senior."

When Wei Qiuling saw this, hesitantly, she withdrew her spiritual power, and then noticed a figure dressed in dark-blue cloth, wearing a conical hat stepping out from the twisted void.

"Is it him!?"

Recognizing Luo Tianxing, Wei Qiuling promptly cupped her hands in salute.

Luo Tianxing nodded, his expression slightly worn, waving his hand to summon a white cloud from afar, and placed a stone table atop it.

"Boy, join the old man for a drink."

Shen Wen’an stared at him, puzzled.

He could sense that Luo Tianxing now was distinctly different from before.

The previous Luo Tianxing was carefree and amiable, exuding a kind of leisurely detachment from the world.

Yet now, his carefree aura was overshadowed by a faint worry, appearing deeply concerned.

After a brief contemplation, Shen Wen’an led Wei Qiuling to stand before the stone table on the cloud.

Luo Tianxing had already brought out a pot of spirit wine and two plates of spirit fruits, pouring three cups of wine himself.

"Have a taste, this is something I’ve treasured for years."

Luo Tianxing raised his cup, Wei Qiuling glanced at Shen Wen’an, then lifted her head to drink the spirit wine in her cup.

As soon as they set their cups down, Luo Tianxing continued pouring wine without speaking.

After drinking the second cup, while Luo Tianxing poured more, Shen Wen’an couldn’t help but ask, "Senior, have you encountered something?"

Luo Tianxing set down the wine pot, turned to look over the vast expanse of the West Wilderness Grassland below, and sighed: "Weren’t you two just wondering why the Barbarian Race people of the Western Wilderness have vanished?"

"I’ve seized many of them as sacrifices."

"As for the rest, they must be hiding elsewhere in fear now."

Shen Wen’an was suddenly enlightened.

Once more raising his cup, Luo Tianxing drank the wine down and sighed: "Do you know the true identity of the Western Wilderness Barbarian Race?"

Shen Wen’an’s expression froze, then he slightly shook his head.

Luo Tianxing gave a bitter smile: "They are all descendants of an old friend of mine."

"If it weren’t for being forced, I wouldn’t have captured them as sacrifices."

The elderly man began recounting his past with Master Dragon Taming in a slow voice.

Shen Wen’an and Wei Qiuling were astonished.

The Western Wilderness Barbarian Race turned out to be descendants of the Dragon Taming Clan!

Luo Tianxing sighed longingly: "It’s been so long, that they themselves have forgotten their identity."

"Boy, the old man has a request for your Shen Family."

Switching topics, Luo Tianxing suddenly spoke.

Shen Wen’an quickly cupped his hands: "Please, Senior, you have cared for my Shen Family, how could we bear the word ’request’."

Luo Tianxing smiled with relief and sighed.

"Although the Barbarian Race people have forgotten their identity as descendants of the Dragon Taming Clan, the old man cannot bear to see the extinction of the old friend’s descendants."

"This time, I want to ask your Shen Family to take them away, to preserve the bloodline of the Dragon Taming Clan."

"In doing so, it can be considered as alleviating the regret in my heart towards my old friend."