Chapter 46 Cheers on Temple Street

"Nonsense, what are you all doing? Get out of here!" Clan leader Zhang Yuhuai scolded the other eight clan elders.

The elders of the eight major clans put away their spiritual weapons.

Zhang Yuhuai looked at Henry Zhang and said calmly: "It was the eighth brother who was wrong just now. He shouldn't have called the ancestor by his first name. But what the eighth brother said makes sense. How can you prove that you are a descendant of the ancestor Zhang Xing?"

"Just rely on this residual technique!"

Henry Zhang took out the remaining copy of his Heavenly Fire Jue.

Zhang Yuhuai frowned at this time.

Although the technique is a secret that is not passed down by each branch of the Zhang family, and the technique that Zhang Xing practices is indeed the Heavenly Fire Technique.

However, a thousand years have passed, and it may not be tenable to prove that he is his descendant just by relying on a broken technique.

Henry Zhang continued: "As long as the clan leader can restore my ancestor's innocence and restore his reputation and the strong status of his descendants, I will not move a muscle and dedicate all the things in the ancestor's storage space to the clan treasury!"

Zhang Yuhuai was surprised: "Including the middle-grade spiritual weapon Wuyou Sword in your hand?"

"Of course it includes!"

The Sealing Heaven Sword in Zhang Yuhuai's hand was overwhelming, with countless sword shadows flying.

Henry Zhang was stunned: "No, the patriarch wants to kill people and seize the treasure."

Sword shadows fell on everyone's head.

The loud sound of the great road sounded in Zhang Yuhuai's mouth.

"From now on, any member of our Zhang clan who dares to say that ancestor Zhang Xing is not at all wrong will die! Who agrees and who opposes the restoration of the status of Zhang Xuan Qiangzhi, the descendant of ancestor Zhang Xing, and the return of the spiritual field?"

"The righteousness of the patriarch!" Henry Zhang shouted loudly.

"The righteousness of the patriarch!" Everyone also agreed.

Henry Zhang walked up to the clan leader and handed over the Wuyou Sword with both hands.

The clan leader took the middle-grade spiritual sword, but his hands were still a little trembling.

"One part murderous spirit, three points spiritual energy, and the remaining six points worry-free, a good sword..." Zhang Yuhuai said excitedly.

"With the Wuyou Sword in hand, I, the Zhang family, will be in high demand!" Zhang Xingshan, the elder of the Nine Tribes, took the opportunity to say.

"Mr. Zhang is in high demand!" Everyone shouted, the shouts shaking the sky.

This is the only middle-grade spiritual weapon in Fairy Cat Valley, this spiritual sword that lives in the memories and legends of generations, finally returns again!

Several other clan elders, especially Zhang Meng, also had smiles on their faces at this time.

The Wuyou Sword is naturally used by the clan leader, but everyone can definitely refer to some of the ancestor Zhang Xing’s experience in sword mastering.

"Patriarch, all of us in Temple Street narrowly escaped death. It has been four months since we left home. Everyone is injured and wants to go back and rest first." Henry Zhang said to the patriarch respectfully.

"Of course, you can welcome back the ancestor's corpse and make great contributions to my Zhang family. Your contribution and other rewards will be given to me after discussing with the elders of the clan." The clan leader said cheerfully.

"It all depends on the clan leader."

"Open the formation!"

The clan leader gave an order and the formation opened.

Henry Zhang and everyone boarded the double-winged boat again, sailed into the formation, and sailed directly to Jiuhufang.

Zhang Dawu stood next to Henry Zhang, looking like he was hesitant to speak.

"Do you want to ask why I lied?" Henry Zhang said directly.

Zhang Dawu scratched the back of his head and nodded awkwardly.

After all, in everyone's mind, Patriarch Zhang Xing is a legendary figure of the Zhang family. It makes people feel uncomfortable to use Patriarch Zhang Xing to make a fuss and gain profits.

"If I say that I am indeed a descendant of ancestor Zhang Xing, would you believe it?" Zhang Xuan looked at Zhang Dawu and asked directly.

Zhang Dawu was no less surprised at this time than before.

"What? Is the temple owner really a descendant of ancestor Zhang Xing?"

"My remaining copy of the Heavenly Fire Art is indeed passed down from my ancestors..." Henry Zhang was also quite unsure.

"The temple owner must be a descendant of the ancestor Zhang Xing. If not for the attraction of blood, how could it be such a coincidence that the temple owner would welcome the ancestor's corpse back." Zhang Dawu said with certainty.

"And now our Temple Street has no place in Jiuhufang. The neighbors are living a miserable life, Dawu, do you know?"

"I understand." Zhang Dawu nodded solemnly and said.

The 100-foot-high flying boat sailed over Zhangjiaji.

Everyone in Zhangjiaji raised their heads and looked up at this behemoth.

The double-winged boat sailed to the spiritual field rented by Jiuhufang and stopped.

At this time, old grandpa, Zhang Dajin, Zhang Sanqian and others also gathered around.

Until they saw Zhang Xuan and Zhang Dawu coming down, everyone was excited.

"It's the temple owner, they're back."

"The people from the dung-picking team are back."

"The temple master and the others broke through the confusing black swamp."

……

When the members of the dung-picking team saw their relatives, they rushed up to them one by one, and everyone cried with joy.

There are also some elderly people or children who see their relatives coming back without them, and they naturally understand that they may have perished in the mysterious black pool.

Sobs and cheers mingled together.

Zhang Xuan stood on the double-winged boat and said to everyone: "This time, there are 41 people including me who entered the mysterious Blackpool, and 28 people came back alive."

After Henry Zhang finished speaking, there was silence around him.

"There are 13 clan members who have died, and each person will be given a pension of 1000 spiritual stones. If there are no relatives, the pension will be put into the temple treasury to provide relief to the old, weak, sick and disabled in Temple Street."

As soon as Henry Zhang finished speaking, there was another uproar.

"Oh my god, a person's pension is 1000 spiritual stones. We people in Temple Street are born with a low life. When did it become so valuable?"

"Our annual harvest is only so much. The pension for 13 people is spiritual stones. How can we raise so many spiritual stones in Temple Street?"

……

Henry Zhang continued: "The pension will be deducted from our harvest this time. This time we entered the confusing Blackpool. If nothing else, we got tens of millions of kilograms of Blackpool mud alone."

When everyone heard that the dung-picking team had actually obtained tens of millions of kilograms of mud from Kurosawa, they were all surprised.

Although the value of Blackpool Mud is not as valuable as second-level demon dung, it is far more valuable than slag or first-level demon dung.

Conservative calculation, 10 pounds of Kurosawa mud is 1 piece of spiritual stone.

Thousands of kilograms of Kurosawa mud is equivalent to millions of spiritual stones!

However, everyone still has doubts about the harvest of tens of millions of kilograms of black swamp mud mentioned by Henry Zhang.

Henry Zhang directly opened the hatch of the double-wing flying boat completely.

The interior of the hundred-foot-long and wide double-winged boat was filled with Kurosawa mud. This amount of Kurosawa mud alone weighed nearly ten million kilograms.

Everyone in the dung-picking team also poured out all the Kurosawa mud from the storage bags.

Blackpool mud almost piled up into a hill.

Everyone now believes that the total amount of black swamp mud must exceed tens of millions of kilograms.

“Old grandpa, I’ll leave this Kurosawa mud to you to handle.” Henry Zhang said.

"It's...the temple owner!" Old Grandpa said excitedly.

The old man was already surprised when he was asked to handle fifty pieces of feces last time.

Unexpectedly, during this trip, Henry Zhang brought him tens of millions of kilograms of Kurosawa mud.

For the people of Temple Street, this is indeed a huge amount of wealth.

At this time, Zhang Yingjie threw a group of Zhang family disciples over.

Everyone in Temple Street looked nervous.