1511: C1511 Defender of the Great Clan

C1511 Defender of the Great Clan

Especially after the battle with Shi Jun, Nangong Wang's injuries still hadn't recovered.

However, the old man still chose to break through.

Very quickly, that astonishing aura emerged from the back of the mountain and rose slowly. Finally, it floated in the air and waited for the old man to look at the many juniors below with a gratified expression before landing in front of Nangong Ming.

"Father."

Nangong Ming hastily said respectfully.

At the same time, almost a hundred people of the Southern Palace lowered their heads.

"Good, good." Nangong Wang was not tall. He was old now, and his body was so shriveled that it was as if a gust of wind could blow him down. However, he stood there without moving. He gave off the feeling that he was like a tall mountain that could only be looked up at.

He raised his hand kindly, indicating that Nangong Ming and the others should not be too polite.

When most of the clansmen got into the car and waited quietly, Nangong Ming could not help but look at Nangong Wang with a bitter smile.

"Father, why are you... Sigh."

He knew very well in his heart. If my father didn't break through, he would have at least ten years to live. However, it was too late to talk about it now.

Nangong Wang smiled calmly, as if he might die at any moment. He looked at Nangong Ming and said,

"People are bound to die."

"I have lived for two hundred years. I have lived enough. Now, I have the chance to fight for the lower realm."

"Even though I die, I have no regrets."

Cough cough.

As soon as he spoke, Nangong Wang couldn't help but cough twice. He could faintly frown. He could feel that his body was about to split apart when he had just broken through.

His entire body was in so much pain that he wanted to die.

In the end, he was old.

He released a long sigh in his heart. He vaguely recalled that when he was young, the higher realms' hands hadn't stretched out for so long. At that time, the words' guard 'were engraved on the gates of the great Hidden Clan.

...

"Father, what does this guard mean?"

The ten year old boy innocently raised his hand and pointed at the big word on the door plaque behind the two words "Nangong.

"Hehe."

The middle-aged man standing in front of him laughed heartily. He stretched out his hand and lovingly stroked his head. His expression sank into deep thought and gradually became serious.

"Since ancient times, those who guarded a region were all generals who had passed down the name of bravery through the ages."

"Suppress, we must suppress all external enemies, defend, and protect the peace behind us."

The teenage boy still did not understand what these words meant. He only felt that his father was very handsome when he said these words. Thus, he waved his small fists excitedly and said:

"In the future, my son will also be like my father. He will protect the safety of the martial artists!"

"Good, good."

Hearing the child's young yet firm voice, the middle-aged man clapped his hands and laughed in relief.

...

In the end, he did not fulfill his promise.

With Nangong Ming's help, Nangong Wang walked to the car. He was lost in thoughts and smiled bitterly.

For the past two hundred years, he had witnessed with his own eyes that the Lower Realm Spiritual Force was becoming more and more dried up. Once all the warriors broke through to the Martial King realm, it would be difficult for them to take another step forward.

The hands of those people from the higher realms extended longer and longer. In the end, this hand even made them the 'guardian' of the great clan. Two words, erased.

Hehe, Hidden Clan, the word 'reclusive'. To put it bluntly, wasn't it just asking these people not to interfere and create trouble for themselves?

Helplessly, regardless of whether it was those big families that sincerely submitted to the Hidden Clan or those big families like the Nangong family, they were all willing to follow the wishes of Thunder Spirit Sect and the other sects.

After all, if they didn't have cultivation resources, they might not even be able to protect the Martial Sovereign realm. If they didn't even have a Martial Sovereign in the lower realm... At that time, no matter what the Thunder Spirit Sect wanted to do, they would have to watch.

Moreover, not only them, but all the warriors in the southwest needed large amounts of cultivation resources.

What could they do? Even though they still retained their initial ambitions, it was a pity that in the eyes of those lower-level martial artists, they had long become the lackeys of the Upper Realm.

Nangong Wang felt bitter in his heart. Both of them were not humans...

Fortunately, all of this had finally passed.

After being helped by Nangong Ming into the car, Nangong Wang suddenly came back to his senses and said, "Hold on."

Nangong Ming, who really wanted someone to drive, was stunned. Then, just as the old man was trembling, he raised the wooden stick in his hand. Although his movements were slow, he firmly wrote something in the air.

The Spiritual Force surged.

As the old man withdrew his hand in satisfaction, many of the Nangong clansmen looked into the distance. Only then did they discover that there was an additional word on the plaque of the Nangong family.

Defender.

Most of the young men did not understand what it meant.

However, many of the older generation of the Nangong family were crying like a child.

They had been begging for it for the rest of their lives. Now, they could finally straighten their backs and tell all the martial artists of the lower realms.

Defending the great families, The Nangong family of the southwest had returned!

- -

On the other side of China.

Liao family.

In the courtyard, Liao Xian, who had returned from his trip to Jiangnan, was sitting by the river, enjoying the lotus flowers quietly.

It was summer, and it was a good time to admire the flowers.

Liao Xian, who had made a trip to Jiangnan, swore that even if the sky collapsed in the future, he would never let go of such leisurely days.

Whoever he liked, even if the sky outside fell out, it had nothing to do with him.

Suddenly.

"Grandson."2

A face that annoyed him unknowingly came to his side. Old Man Liao's face was full of wrinkles, and he was grinning from ear to ear as he called out.

"What?"

Just by looking at his grandfather's appearance, a ripple appeared in Liao Xian's calm heart. A feeling of sadness instantly spread to his mind, and he couldn't help but sigh.

This was the bad thing about having a natural Dao heart. Even though the old master hadn't said anything, he had already sensed something.

Sometimes, being too smart might not necessarily be a good thing.

At this moment, Liao Xian pretended to be silly and did not see anything. He said impatiently,

"Master, we have agreed that you will not disturb me when I come back from Jiangnan. I will just let my grandson enjoy the flowers for a while, okay?"

"Okay, okay."

Old Man Liao nodded his head repeatedly. After he agreed, he really stayed by the side and didn't say a word.

However, he did not speak. Liao Xian did not have the mood to appreciate the flowers anymore. After enduring for a while, seeing that the old man was not going to leave, he could only say,

"Tell me, what do you want?"

Old Man Liao chuckled. He thought to himself, "A grandfather can't cure a grandson like you, so I won't waste my time." He immediately said:

"I heard that someone from the Upper Realm has come again..."

Liao Xian was shocked when he heard that. He sighed in his heart and said, Sure enough.

However, he could not understand why the old man, who was already so old, would not enjoy himself and join in the fun.

More importantly.

Liao Xian reached out his hand and grabbed the old man's wrist. His medical skills were not as good as old rascal's, but they were not bad either.

Very quickly, after checking the old man's body, he became serious for once and said,

"If I don't advise you, I know I can't."

"But you should understand that with your body's bones, if you go out and torment yourself again, it is very likely that you won't be able to come back..."

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