Chapter 1387 - Disciple Of A Half-Martial Ancestor

The Beiming clan leader looked at Beiming Xue and her brother. "I'm already old. From now on, the Beiming clan will have to rely on the two of you. You guys can make the decision for this matter."

"I won't stay in the family clan either,"

Beiming Xue shook her head gently. "My Dao cannot be found here. Little brother, make the decision."

Su Zimo felt slightly relieved when he heard that.

Beiming Xue cultivated the Martial Dao.

Her world was the boundless cultivation world that contained countless secret opportunities outside, not this puny Beiming Town.

If Beiming Xue were to stay in Beiming Town to develop her family, no matter how talented she was, her attainments in the Martial Dao would be limited.

"Sister, I'm still young. Please stay and help me,"

Beiming Ao could not help but say reluctantly.

He was only 15 years old after all.

It was indeed a little cruel for him to bear the burden of reviving his family clan. A hesitant look flashed through Beiming Xue's eyes as well.

But soon, she made up her mind to leave Beiming Town and explore the cultivation world!

The Beiming clan was nearly annihilated today.

The reason why the crisis was able to be resolved today was because of her master's powerful combat strength.

No matter how large the family clan was or how many clansmen there were, without top-tier experts, it was inevitable that the clan would be annihilated!

Therefore, it was better for Beiming Xue to head out to train and grow rapidly rather than stay in Beiming Town.

If she could cultivate to the Conjoint Body or Mahayana realm, as long as she was alive, there would come a day where the Beiming aristocratic family could exist without danger!

The siblings exchanged glances and understood each other's intentions without saying anything more.

Beiming Xue said gently, "Little brother, you've already grown up. No matter what decision you make, I'll support you."

"Alright!"

Beiming Ao grit his teeth. "Since that's the case, I've decided to join forces with the Nangong aristocratic family. We'll write off our past grudges and share the divine spring!"

Nangong Ling and the others were delighted and heaved a sigh of relief.

This was undoubtedly the best situation for the two aristocratic families.

Even Elder Lan Tian nodded slightly and looked at Beiming Ao with admiration.

Prior to this, the three aristocratic families bullied the Beiming aristocratic family and snatched their cultivation techniques, secret skills, treasures and resources. This was a feud that had lasted for many years.

At such a young age, Beiming Ao was already able to let go of these grudges for the sake of his family clan. With such a broad perspective, he was already starting to possess the bearing of a family master!

"He's also a good seedling,"

Elder Lan Tian muttered internally.

Everyone was shocked by Beiming Xue's talent, but Beiming Ao was not weak either!

After all, he was able to form a core at just 15 years old by relying on some inferior cultivation techniques and limited resources. Furthermore, he could even condense a Golden Core phenomenon—that was already beyond most paragons!

Su Zimo looked at Elder Lan Tian and said indifferently, "Fellow Daoist Lan Tian, if the Beiming clan is willing to let go of their past grudges and share the divine spring with the Nangong aristocratic family, the Nangong family should express a gesture of goodwill as well, right?"

The term 'Fellow Daoist' was used to refer to people of similar cultivation realms or statuses.

However, Su Zimo was only at the Conjoint Body realm and Elder Lan Tian was a Half-Martial Ancestor.

Yet, Elder Lan Tian was not displeased in the slightest when he heard the words 'Fellow Daoist'.

Desolate Martial had just killed two Half-Martial Ancestors—what was wrong with him using the term 'Fellow Daoist'?

Elder Lan Tian was pondering over a thought in his mind. When he heard that, he made a decision right away. Narrowing his gaze, he looked at Beiming Ao and chuckled. "I'm still lacking a personal disciple. If you don't mind, I might be able to teach you a few things."

A Half-Martial Ancestor was taking in a disciple!

This was a huge matter!

Even the cultivators of the Nangong aristocratic family revealed looks of envy, let alone the Beiming clansmen.

Beiming Xue was delighted as well.

With that identity, no one would dare to lay their hands on Beiming Ao anymore.

Anyone who dared to provoke a disciple of a Half-Martial Ancestor would have to endure the wrath of a Half-Martial Ancestor!

Desolate Martial's influence was way too great!

Many cultivators were secretly alarmed.

Actually, even without Su Zimo's reminder, Elder Lan Tian had already thought of taking in a disciple.

"Little brother, hurry and greet your master!"

Beiming Xue reminded.

Beiming Ao ran to Elder Lan Tian hurriedly and knelt down respectfully to greet his master.

"Well said, well said!"

Elder Lan Tian helped Beiming Ao up with a smile.

"Nangong Li, the two of you should hang out more in the future,"

Elder Lan Tian said to Nangong Li.

Nangong Li smiled bitterly in his heart. As the master of the Nangong aristocratic family and a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure, he had lived for close to 10,000 years. However, because of a single sentence from Elder Lan Tian, his seniority was now on par with a 15-year-old child like Beiming Ao.

"Brother… Beiming,"

Nangong Li cupped his fists towards Beiming Ao and coughed gently.

It was truly a strange sight to witness him addressing a 15-year-old as brothers.

"Fellow Daoist Desolate Martial, what plans do you have in the future?"

Elder Lan Tian turned to Su Zimo and asked.

Before long, today's events would spread through the cultivation world. Every single action of Desolate Martial in the cultivation world would always attract countless gazes.

"I might continue my stay in the South Region for a period of time,"

Su Zimo had something else in mind and replied vaguely without elaborating.

Elder Lan Tian said, "If you encounter any difficulties, you can send a message to the Nangong family too. If it's within our capabilities, we'll definitely do our best to help."

In truth, those were just pleasantries.

If Su Zimo were to fight against the Dongfang and Ximen aristocratic families, the Nangong aristocratic family would definitely not attack.

"If there's nothing else, everyone, please disperse first,"

Su Zimo said, "This will be an important place protected by the Nangong and Beiming aristocratic families and in the future, nobody will be allowed to step in casually. I will stay here for a few days. If there's anything, you can inform me from outside."

He was chasing them away.

Elder Lan Tian and the others left tactfully as well.

"Sister!"

Beiming Ao called softly and wanted to walk over.

However, Beiming Xue shook her head. "Little brother, leave this place with our clansmen first as well. Don't come down without my orders!"

"Ah?

Beiming Ao was stunned for a moment. Although he was filled with questions, he chose to listen to Beiming Xue and left the hall with his Beiming clansmen.

Before long, Su Zimo and Beiming Xue were the only ones left in the hall.

There were also many corpses and flesh strewn all over the ground!

"Master, is there anything?"

Beiming Xue whispered.

Su Zimo nodded. "There's indeed something."

When she saw Su Zimo chasing everyone else away, she could vaguely guess that her master was hiding something that he did not wish for them to know about.

It was something that had to be hidden from even the Beiming clansmen, let alone the Nangong family!

What was it exactly?

Right then, there was a swoosh.

The divine spring beside them sounded and a gigantic stone flew out from the golden pool, rolling on the ground.

The patterns on the surface of the gigantic rock surged with two extreme auras and they weaved together to form a devouring power, as though they were sucking the blood and flesh of the place in huge mouthfuls!