Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 958 - 283: [The Kids Are Driven Crazy]

But in this way, the two of them actually became friends.

At this point, Brother Yun Zhao patted his sleeve, and a small wooden box flew out, landing on the coffee table between them.

Then he opened the box right in front of Chen Yan, revealing a small transparent bead inside the box.

Chen Yan immediately recognized that this bead was a one-time Storage Equipment.

"Brother Yun Zhao, what is this?" Chen Yan asked.

Yun Zhao smiled slightly: "Before inviting you on board, I mentioned there was something I wanted you to take to Nangong Sheng, and this is it."

Chen Yan felt a stirring in his heart.

The wooden box was elegantly crafted, and even had strange engravings on it. The silvery patterns faintly shimmered with precious light, likely some sort of Rune.

With this box, even when the object was placed on the table, Chen Yan’s Divine Sense couldn’t penetrate the wooden box to glimpse what was inside.

Obviously, it was the effect of the Rune.

Regardless of what was inside, the fact that the Rune could block a cultivator’s Divine Sense from probing made the box itself valuable, practically a small Magical Artifact.

Chen Yan couldn’t help but sigh, giving Yun Zhao a deep look before hesitantly speaking in a low voice: "I have a doubt in my heart, I hope Brother Yun Zhao can clarify."

Yun Zhao chuckled: "Fellow Daoist, just say what’s on your mind."

"You and I met by chance, before you invited me on board, we had never seen each other," Chen Yan said seriously and slowly. "The contents of this box must be valuable.

Such an important item, you dare entrust it to someone whom you’ve known for less than fifteen minutes?"

Yun Zhao laughed heartily: "Fellow Daoist, you are a disciple of the Saint Sect, the renowned Celestial Demon Yin Yang Joyful Sect. In the Domain Realm who doesn’t know its name? The sect’s disciples are all carefully selected to join.

Since I know your identity, naturally I can trust you."

But Chen Yan shook his head: "Even before we spoke, you stopped the carriage to invite me to join—at that time, I hadn’t introduced myself, so you didn’t know I was an Outer Disciple of the Joyful Sect."

Saying this, Chen Yan’s gaze became more complicated: "You were riding along the road, briefly glanced at me, then stopped the carriage to invite me—someone whose identity was unknown—to board, why was that?"

Yun Zhao was taken aback.

However, Chen Yan noticed that Yun Zhao’s eyes did not show panic, but rather a faint peculiarity.

After hesitating a bit, Yun Zhao lowered his head with a bitter smile: "It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, it’s just... what I say might be too strange and hard for you to believe."

Chen Yan calmly took a sip of tea and said in a low voice: "Go ahead and tell me, perhaps I might believe it."

Yun Zhao thought for a while, then nodded.

His expression also became somewhat peculiar: "Fellow Daoist, my Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe is well-known in the Northern Frontier, Southern Yishan, as a renowned part of the Demon Race.

Several surrounding tribes also regard my Black Feather Division as superior.

But my Black Feather Division does not have a Venerable Ancestor presiding; rather, like other demon races in the Northern Frontier, we worship a remote Demon Race Venerable. But actually, the Venerable we tribute has no deep connection with my Black Feather Division.

Do you know why my small Lark Race, with not very deep roots, is respected by surrounding demon tribes?"

Chen Yan did not reply, just looked at Yun Zhao, meaning: Don’t make me guess, just tell.

Yun Zhao slowly said: "Only because my Black Feathered Sparrow Tribe has a presiding Ancestor who, although not a Venerable, is a Great Cultivator.

This Ancestor has lived for thousands of years and has reached the peak of the Primordial Spirit Realm.

But due to the decree of Heavenly Dao, with limited Saint Positions, cannot advance to Saint, hence stuck in the Primordial Spirit Realm."

Chen Yan frowned: "What does your tribe’s Ancestor have to do with you inviting me to board?"

"It has everything to do with it!" Yun Zhao raised his eyebrows, looking at Chen Yan with eyes seemingly full of meaning.

Then he quickly continued.

"My father holds the position of tribe elder, but has many offspring. Among my father’s various descendants, I am not particularly outstanding.

The tribe’s Ancestor has been in seclusion for years, rarely concerning himself with tribal matters.

However, there is a tradition that every five years we conduct a remote ancestor worship ceremony.

The families of the tribe elders will bring forth all new offspring born within those five years, to the place of the Ancestor’s seclusion, performing a remote worship, and the tribe chief reports to the Ancestor, introducing the new offspring of each family during the remote worship.

The Ancestor never shows face.

But each time, he picks one or two, allowing them to near the site of his seclusion. These lucky ones receive a blessing from the Ancestor, their fortune increases, and they live smooth lives, avoiding calamity, making their cultivation easier than others."

Chen Yan looked at Yun Zhao: "So... when you were young, you also participated in the remote worship ceremony and became one of the lucky ones?"

"Uh..." Yun Zhao scratched his head, first nodded, then shook his head: "Well... I sort of did, but didn’t really."

After a pause, Yun Zhao sighed and continued.

"When I was four, coinciding with the five-year remote worship ceremony.

So my father took me, along with everyone else, to the tribe’s restricted zone.

During that worship ceremony, we could only kneel several hundred meters away, towards the direction of the Ancestor’s seclusion.

Once the ceremony was completed, the Ancestor sent word that my two cousins were selected as the lucky ones for that round, allowed by the chief to ascend the mountain, to receive the Ancestor’s blessing.