Chapter 189 Ancestral Monument
The temple keeper was shocked. What kind of absurd thing was this? It would be fine if they didn't steal the Dzi beads or disturb the ancestral tomb, but why did they steal the ashes? And why did they steal so many at once?
Looking at the incense burner as big as a stone lion, his head exploded. If it was true as he said, with so many ashes, how many ancestors would be disturbed?
If those families get to know about this, turning you into ashes would be the least they can do!

"Wait, what do you want? Those are the remains of our ancestors. They are of no use to you. Stop messing around." The temple keeper held his breath and persuaded.

"I want the pen in your hand." Chen Lang said.

"I can give you skills, sect secrets, and handed-down scriptures, but those are valuable." The temple keeper said, "What do you want this for? It's not a magic weapon, and it's useless to you."

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Lang prepared to dump the ashes.

"Exchange the incense burner as well." said the temple keeper.

Chen Lang said nothing as he poured out the liquid from the Fengming furnace. White dust poured out, and at least one can of it was poured out.

The temple keeper shook his beard. That was good. He would just mix it evenly and it would be enough when the time came.

He had never encountered such an outrageous thing in his entire life. He really wanted to know which genius taught this disciple. He even suspected that this person had planned it all along.

While I was placing the Dzi beads, he took advantage of the opportunity.

No matter how small the matter was, he would report it directly to the sect!
"Okay, but don't touch the observation platform next to it. That's where the sound is transmitted. Now only you and I know what you did. Put the ashes back, and we can make a big deal out of a small matter. But if you spread the news, all the families in the Tianjian Sect will not let you go." said the temple keeper.

"I know." Chen Lang certainly knew what he was doing. If there was no other way, would I do this?

Sending assassins to kill you won't work, and doing it myself is useless. If I don't come to deal with you, do I have to fight to the death with their ancestral weapon?
He just wanted to give it a try and write his name directly on the ancestral tablet to see if it could be recognized by the system. At worst, the system would return it to him. It wasn't a big deal.

"Here you go." The temple keeper threw the slate pencil over.

"Now you can give me back my ashes."

Chen Lang ignored him, put away the Fengming furnace, held the stone pen in his hand, and walked to the huge ancestral stele next to him.

The black sword rang softly and carried him into the air. He came to the end of the list of names, pressed the tip of the pen on the rock, and carved it hard.

A sharp friction sound was heard, and the tip of the pen slowly sank into the rock, with powder falling off. Chen Lang carved his name crookedly on it.

But just after he finished writing, Chen Lang heard some subtle crackling sounds like ice, and the handwriting he wrote became thinner and lighter, and finally disappeared.

"What are you doing?" Chen Lang turned his head and looked at the temple keeper, "I'm going to pour out the ashes."

The temple keeper stood aside, holding a stone jar in his hand. He just came back and asked, "What am I doing? You can't get recognition from the ancestral tablet, but you blame me?"

Chen Lang finally understood why he handed over the things so easily. It turned out that he had his own support.

"Then you write it for me." Chen Lang said.

"I have given you the slate pencil," said the temple keeper.

"I'm going to pour out the ashes."

"You threaten me before you pour it out, maybe it will be of some use." The temple keeper ignored him and took a broom and dustpan from the corner, swept the pile of ashes into a pile and put it back into the jar.

Seeing this, Chen Lang turned back and continued carving, writing his name again, but the result was the same as last time.

The temple keeper put the stone jar back and stood under the ancestral stele with a sneer, "It's useless. Instead of trying to steal the Dzi beads, you're just doing some crooked tricks."

"Do I need to do this if I want to snatch it?" Chen Lang responded.

"If you can't get it, that's your own problem."

Chen Lang turned his head to look at him, "If I can get it, will you give me a title?"

"Of course. What's your name? What family are you from?"

"My name is Han Tianxiao. What family? You only recognize the family, not my grandfather?"

"Turns out you're just a minor cultivator from the outer sect." The temple keeper sneered, "I thought you had a powerful background and dared to do something that goes against our ancestors. Turns out you're just an incompetent and angry kid. Go ahead and keep making trouble. I'll see who can protect you after you're done." And at this time.

Many monks on the grassland, each holding an ancestral weapon, are confronting each other.

The Murong family and Zhou Yuanxing have both successfully obtained places and left the battlefield. The intensity of competition has slightly weakened, but the pressure is greater because there are only ten places.

However, there are still many powerful people here with many ancestral artifacts, such as the Qingguan family, the Zhong family, and the insidious and cunning Yan family, all of whom are strong enemies.

"Thank you, everyone." Zhong Sheng smiled and bowed with a warm attitude.

Then, he put a metal ring on his right wrist and held a bloody tooth in his left hand. A mysterious shadow appeared behind him, like some kind of ancient demon beast.

All parties realized that this person also had to make an effort.

Behind the Zhong family is Zhong Haoran, and it is an ancient family, so no one dares to underestimate them.

"The next one is mine." Yan Xue'e said.

"Just stand aside." The silver-haired man Wu Ya, holding a Zen stick, ignored her. The previous battle had proved that her Xuantiantu was not actually that threatening.

Finally, thunderclouds rolled in the sky and a sound was heard, sacred and ancient.

"Here it comes!" Everyone looked up at the sky, observing the direction where the Dzi beads would appear in the next moment so that they could take timely action.

Then, a sacred voice came from the sky:
"What are you looking at? There are no more Dzi beads. I declare the ancestor worship is over. Go home."

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After saying this to the viewing platform, Chen Lang turned his head and looked at the temple keeper, "Since you won't give me a place on the Heavenly Ranking, I think it doesn't matter if I don't offer sacrifices to my ancestors."

Since I can't get the top spot, none of you can get it.

Then, one more person appeared here.

Zhou Yuanxing.

He had just snatched the second Dzi bead and was on his way here, but he saw Chen Lang scribbling on the ancestral stele as soon as he arrived.

He suspected for a moment that he was dazzled, until he saw the old man standing nearby, watching helplessly, who must be the temple keeper.

The stone pen for engraving the ancestral stele was in Chen Lang's hand.

"Chen Lang, what are you doing?" Zhou Yuanxing was shocked. He was not there during the fierce battle just now, and now he has come here?

Chen Lang failed to engrave again. Seeing that someone had arrived, he stopped trying. "It's nothing. I just want to announce to you that the ancestor worship will not be carried out this time."

"Why?" Zhou Yuanxing wondered.

"Because there's no me."

This made Zhou Yuanxing speechless. "The ancestral temple is open to everyone. Everyone can compete fairly. If you have that ability, your name will be on the ancestral monument, and no one will stop you."

He had fought with Chen Lang before and had a good impression of him, but it was not right for him to make trouble for everyone just because he couldn't get the Dzi beads.

"I see a lot of people are trying to hinder me." Chen Lang sneered, "Take away all the ancestral artifacts in your hands, and then talk about fairness."

Zhou Yuanxing was stunned for a moment, probably understanding Chen Lang's resentment. He shook his head and said, "We represent the family, and the ancestral weapon is also part of our strength. If you have any objections to this and feel that such a duel is inappropriate, you can submit a suggestion to the Council of Elders."

"well said."

Chen Lang said, "Forget about submitting suggestions, but remember what you are saying now. The ancestral weapon is also part of your strength, so I will use the ancestral weapon now."

(End of this chapter)