"Don't worry, I'll do my best." The old clan leader seemed to see through Long Chen's thoughts.
He knew exactly what Long Chen was about to say. Once they entered Dishan, the Bi family matter would definitely be exposed.
If other branches of the Bi family found out about this, they would definitely come to demand accountability. Although the fault lay with the Bi family, Long Chen's ruthless actions couldn't be considered right.
So, if this matter reaches Dishan, it will likely become a trigger. Who knows what kind of trouble it might cause, but some things are entirely predictable.
But Long Chen didn't regret it, nor did Luo Zichuan. Blood debts must eventually be repaid with blood—business is business.
Just as Long Chen said, now that the Luo and Bi families have settled their grievances, if the Bi family continues to cause trouble, then everything can start over.
What Long Chen wanted to ask the old clan leader for was that if they returned to Dishan, if the Bi family made things difficult for the Luo family, he hoped he could help mediate.
After all, the old clan leader had his own family. If his family could help the Luo family, there would be no need to fear the Bi family.
In fact, Long Chen didn't need to say anything about this; he had already made his stance clear.
"Thank you, Clan Leader. If anything comes up in the future, please pass on a message to Lingxiao Academy." Long Chen said.
Long Chen knew that with Luo Zichuan and the others returning to Imperial Mountain, endless branches of Purple Blood would converge. Wherever there were people, there would be martial worlds; wherever there was martial world, there would inevitably be grudges. He wondered if the Purple Blood clan would also be thrown into chaos.
Long Chen could only hope that the Purple Blood Clan would have a wise ruler. If the imperial mountain was as chaotic as here, then the Purple Blood Clan would truly have no hope.
After giving these instructions, Long Chen bid farewell to the old clan leader and Luo Zichuan, then hugged Luo Yanfeng and the others one by one before leaving.
Watching Long Chen's departing figure, Luo Yanfeng and the others felt a sense of loss. His departure seemed to have dimmed the entire world.
Long Chen left, and the old clan leader looked at the disciples of the Purple Blood clan, a trace of worry appearing on his face.
Long Chen's arrival had thrown his plans into chaos. Now, there were too many disciples of the Purple Blood Clan, and too many had not truly been tempered, with their bloodlines not awakening.
And among these unawakened disciples, there are many with astonishing potential. If they take all the disciples away, Di Shan definitely won't accept it, and many will face expulsion.
Letting such a group of untouched disciples venture alone is no different from sending them to their deaths.
What they need to do is select the strongest batch of prodigies. Only by entering Imperial Mountain can they receive the best training.
And the process of "selection" must involve bloody slaughter, which is unavoidable. In the face of slaughter, everyone is equal—this is the fairest selection.
Now the old clan leader faced two choices: one was to directly lead the awakening disciples straight to Imperial Mountain.
The other is to find an opponent of equal strength to awaken more disciples.
If they set out now for Dishan and gained the advantage of time, Luo Yanfeng and the others should be able to pass easily.
However, as time goes by and more prodigies head to Imperial Mountain, the assessment will inevitably become increasingly strict, and the difficulty will rise accordingly.
According to the old clan leader's estimate, going forward now, based on historical assessment standards, he believed these top disciples had at least a seventy percent chance of passing.
But in the later stages, as the number of people increases, the difficulty of the assessment inevitably increases. The resources of Di Mountain are not inexhaustible, and the number of disciples they can handle is also limited.
By then, not to mention others, even Luo Yanfeng and the others would pass, he had no idea, let alone the other disciples.
You have to know, the Purple Blood lineage has many branches, with endless prodigies, and Long Chen himself said they're all frogs at the bottom of a well.
Who knows if the vast Purple Blood Clan will produce a large group of monsters like Long Chen.
If they ultimately encountered a powerhouse of Long Chen's level, what would Luo Yanfeng and the others have to compete with?
"No need to make things difficult. You should take the first batch of children and rush to Imperial Mountain!" The Shadow Guard spoke.
"You..."
The old clan leader was startled.
"I'll stay and take care of these children!" Shadow Guard said.
Luo Zichuan's heart trembled. To be honest, he didn't have a good impression of this Shadow Guard; he hadn't expected him to be willing to make such a huge sacrifice.
Because entering Imperial Mountain meant not only assessments for disciples, but also for the older generation of strong ones. The older one was, the harder the assessment became.
Because they are so old, there is almost no room for growth, so the assessments for them will be even more intense and stricter.
If the Shadow Guard doesn't make it in time for the first batch of assessments, he may never get into the Imperial Mountain for the rest of his life. The Imperial Mountain is the birthplace and place of honor for the Purple Blood Clan, a place that countless souls and dreams of the clan have long dreamed of.
There, one can find the history of their own branch, find their ancestors—that is the true home of the Purple Blood clan.
The great upheavals across the heavens and earths—they were all children away from home. In the endless years, how many people have been erased by the years? Going home can only be a dream, an obsession.
Now that he finally had the chance to go home, the Shadow Guard had given up, which made Luo Zichuan see him in a new light, his gaze changing.
You have to understand, the older a person gets, the harder it is to resist that kind of longing. The closer one gets to the end of his lifespan, the more he cherishes every moment. For him, this sacrifice is too great.
"Let's get on our way quickly, but try to save as many resources here as possible.
I hope to cultivate another batch of awakeners in a short time, hoping they still have time to enter Imperial Mountain. "The Shadow Guard said.
The old clan chief nodded and began all kinds of handover work that very day. Many elders who were old and weak would stay, because they simply weren't qualified to enter the imperial mountain.
Only a 'young' Divine Emperor-level powerhouse like Luo Zichuan is qualified to try their luck at Dishan.
Luo Zichuan secretly distributed the last batch of Heavenly Dao Fruits Long Chen had given him. However, these people could no longer travel with them, because even if they went, they would not pass the assessment, because the entry requirement for the test was bloodline awakening.
As a result, the Purple Blood Clan members would split into two groups heading to Imperial Mountain. The first group had the greatest hope, while the second group's chances were slim.
As for the rest of the time, this place will be completely abandoned. When the remaining resources are exhausted, the disciples of the Purple Blood Clan will also become refugees in the cultivation world.
When sealed in the small world, they hoped every day for the seal to be lifted. Now that the seal on the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths had been broken, they had to struggle to survive again.
The laws of this world are just that cruel: survival of the fittest, with no emotion at all.
Even the old clan leader, Luo Zichuan, the shadow guards, and others had to abide by this rule.
And in this world, the only one who has never liked to follow the rules is probably the one who wields a black blade and runs rampant.