C7 Fifteen years

Hearing this, Han Si's face became solemn, his hands suddenly formed a strange seal, and he abruptly shot it towards his eyes. This was a forbidden art, able to temporarily display everything one could see.

Although using this forbidden technique was not good for himself, in order to let the Old Ancestor confirm that he had to sacrifice a bit, Han Si could still accept it.

Soon after, everything that had happened between Han Sanhe and Han Shi was reflected in Han Si's eyes.

When Han Zhennan saw that the main character was such a young child, he couldn't help but be stunned. He couldn't help but look at the brothers in confusion.

There was no helping it, Master Han looked too young to be connected to the legend.

However, when Han Zhennan saw Han Shi's pair of blue eyes, he couldn't help but retreat a few steps, as if he had seen something unbelievable.

"I can't believe this legend is true!" Han Zhennan's tone carried a trace of regret. For many years, this legend had been passed down ever since the ancient Han family took over the Primordial Era. This was their only belief, but until now, their family had never fallen to the Yuan Spirit Empire.

Legends were still legends after all. Until now, only he and Han Sanjiu in the entire clan were still able to remember this matter. This was something that had been passed down from generation to generation, and even the current clan head did not know about it.

"The ancestors have a spirit, the ancestors have a spirit!" Han Zhennan couldn't resist the tears from streaming down his face.

The scene gradually disappeared, and Han Si's face paled slightly. This forbidden technique consumed a lot of his energy, but his eyes were bright and lifeless without the slightest hint of exhaustion.

"Let's go. I'll bring you all to the forbidden area. Even if the legend has been fulfilled, we should prepare." Han Zhennan said with a smile. With a wave of his hands, a vortex appeared in the middle of the three of them.

There were over a hundred statues of different shapes and sizes erected here, and all of them looked the same. More importantly, every statue here was like a sleeping beast, although their eyes were closed, but they emitted a faint pressure.

Han Zhennan led Han Sanhe through the statues, but stopped in front of one of the statues with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

It was a middle-aged man with a well-defined face and explosive muscles all over his body. From a single glance, it was clear that he was the type of person who possessed strength.

Looking carefully, this man's facial features were surprisingly similar to Han Zhannan's. He was the so-called first generation ancestor. When the Han Family was in dire straits, he brought the Han Family to fight against the heavens with their Yuan Spirit Ancestral Sage Ancestors. This was the reason for the Han Family's existence today.

Although it couldn't be compared with the Han family of ancient times, it was still fully deserving of its title. It was the Han family's number one figure in the past several thousand years. Just like all the ancestors of the Han family, they were temporarily in deep slumber.

However, the pressure it brought to the three of them was getting increasingly greater. If it wasn't for the fact that the three of them were of the same lineage, coupled with the fact that they had the identity tokens with them, it would be difficult for them to take even a single step forward.

After about an hour of walking, the three of them finally stopped in front of a huge statue. The statue before them was over a hundred feet tall, and its eyes were deep and profound as it stared at the sky, as though it had penetrated through countless years of time.

And below that, there was a silver stone tablet. A few large words flashed by.

The Han Clan's Ancestor, Han Qingyu!

After fifteen years of development, the Han family had a thriving population. Other than the few members of the line of Patriarchs, the other branches were all talented individuals. After fifteen years of hard work, they had blossomed all over the Yuan Spirit Empire, becoming the number one family clan.

Among them, the Han family's second young master, Han Yun, was a cultivating genius. In just fifteen short years, he had already cultivated to the level of a Dou Shi and was known as the Han family's number one younger generation member.

As for the eldest young master of the Han family, he was rarely heard of. He only appeared occasionally in the clan and rarely appeared in the eyes of outsiders.

But thinking about it, trash was known as a thorn in the Han family's side. If Han Yun hadn't appeared, the people outside would have thought that Han Tian would have been driven off the stage.

But was that really the case?

"Oh my god, there are so many accounts this month. Damn, the income in the Cloud Sky City has increased by 30% this month."

"Azure Spirit City has doubled in size!"

"The capital has increased by 20%!"

"Wu wu, my old bones are about to be torn apart by this account."

Elder Han Wei looked at the large account book in front of him as he scolded incessantly. However, the expression on his face betrayed him, his hands continued to flutter about, and a smile had already blossomed on his face.

He couldn't help but secretly glance at the Han Master who was resting with his eyes closed. Seeing no response from him, he couldn't help but sigh deeply.

Since five years ago, when Han Shi told his father he was going to the family business, everyone was shocked. However, after thinking about it for a while, they finally understood.

What no one expected was that after his arrival, the little guy was able to keep up with the situation. However, within a short month, he managed the management of this place and managed a few old guys, scaring Han shi, who came to visit his son, out of his wits.

Seeing the seniors smiling at his son, Han Tian almost fainted. If it wasn't for the seniority, Han Tian reckoned that the seniors would have acknowledged Master Han as their godfather.

Following that, under Han Shi's lead, the Han family's business expanded more than ten times over the years. Han Tian couldn't help but sigh. The heavens were too smart for his son to cultivate, so they gave him a body that he couldn't cultivate.

"Hmm? Look at you, with that little bit of money, and you're already so happy like you're an idiot? " Master Han's words came slowly. His deep gaze was as bright as the stars, causing Han Wei to feel a little weak.

Han Wei sometimes wondered if this little ancestor in front of him really didn't know how to cultivate. Why was his vision so sharp? It was as if the pressure he felt from the Patriarch was even greater than his own.

"I say, little guy, I admit that your brain is good, but you still have to give me some face. Look at how hard it is for you to call me back and forth in front of your servants all day long."

This fellow actually had the Han clan token on his body. One must know that this was something that only the Old Ancestor and the Elders Guild possessed. Once you have it, the Han family will be on your side.

The first time he came here, he remembered that there were a few blind people who opposed Han Shi's actions. This guy threw away the command medallion without saying a word, and Han Yun immediately received a few black-clothed men who appeared and severely injured them. It was said that a few years had passed, and one of them was still lying on the bed without a way out.

Whenever he thought of this scene, Han Wei felt a chill from the bottom of his heart.

"Sigh!" Just pretend I didn't say anything. " Han Wei saw Han Shi's infuriated expression and couldn't help but sigh.

"Yawn!" You go ahead, I'll go for a walk.

The wind blew gently, causing a few strands of hair to flutter in the wind. A mysterious aura slowly spread out from his body, and Han Wei's body shook, feeling as if all the fatigue of the day had disappeared.

"Heh heh, look at you idiots who only know how to train, your bodies are even weaker than mine." Thinking of this, Han Wei couldn't help but feel somewhat pleased with himself.

Master Han walked out of the room, took a deep breath, and looked into the distance.

"Han Yun should have returned by now. It should be about time."

After which, he slowly walked in the direction of the Han Residence.

"Seniors, let's move faster. When I'm in charge, let's invite Shi Wu to our Han Clan Manor to have a good meal."

The one who spoke was a youth around the age of 15 or 16. He had delicate features and was dressed in gorgeous clothes; he was obviously a disciple of a large clan.

This person was none other than the Han family's second young master, Han Yun. Han Yun had an extraordinary aptitude, last year he had already been chosen by the Yuan Spirit Academy, the largest academy in history, and later became the disciple of an elder of the academy. He had also performed exceptionally well in the academy, and was now a legacy disciple of the academy.

Three days ago, the school was finally on break. Han Yun, who hadn't returned home for more than a year, had rushed home for three days. At long last, his home was right in front of him.

"Oh right, Junior Brother Yun, I heard that you have another brother? "I heard that since young …" At this moment, Han Yun's Senior Brother Ye Yu suddenly asked. But halfway through his words, he suddenly stopped and couldn't continue his words.

Hearing this, Han Yun's expression changed, revealing a complicated expression. A year ago, when he left home, he was sent off by his brother, Master Han, overnight. Ever since he was young, Brother Han had always taken care of him, and their relationship was deep.

However, he had heard too much about Han shi during his stay in the academy. What trash? The brother of the Han family's trash? He had fought with others over this matter countless times, and every time, he would be defeated miserably.

His heart had changed quite a bit in the past year. Even Han Yun himself did not know what sort of feelings he had towards his brother.

Ye Yu carefully observed the changes on Han Yun's face. A trace of coldness flashed across his eyes. In his mind, hundreds of plots had already flashed through.

The Ye Family was originally one of the big families in the Yuan Spirit Empire hundreds of years ago. They even had the momentum of becoming one of the five big families.

However, they had accidentally offended the former head of the Han family, Han Zhan. Han Zhan had suffered a series of setbacks and had gradually declined. Now, he was reduced to a second-rate family in the Yuan Spirit Empire.

Therefore, he had been instilled with the belief that his family would be revived since he was young, and he had even secretly gathered a lot of information regarding the Han family.

When Han Yun first entered the school, Ye Yu took the initiative to approach him. Amongst them, many of the festivals were secretly arranged by him, so Han Yun was able to make such a change in a short year.

"I say, Ye Yu, is there something wrong with your head to ask this question even though you know that your youngest junior brother has suffered a lot of grievances?"

A slightly angry voice came from the side. The one who spoke was a tall youth. Although he looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, he was even taller than the average adult.

His body was covered in prominent muscles, and he had a shaved head. He gave off a wild and valiant feeling, his name was Wang Ba, and he lived next door to Han Yun. He was bold, straightforward, and was one of Han Yun's few good friends in the academy.