Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now!-Chapter 965 - 285: A Matter of Paramount Importance

Chapter 965: Chapter 285: A Matter of Paramount Importance

[Accidentally late by five minutes, past twelve o’clock. This Chapter is Monday’s update.]

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Chapter Two Hundred Eighty-Five [Top Priority]

Yun Zhao returned home at thirty-four.

Before returning home, he had just awakened to his innate Demon Race cultivation technique, becoming an official Demon Cultivator, for less than... a day.

This is...

Yun Zhao’s father was a tribe elder of the Black Feathered Lark Tribe, a member of the Elder Council managing the tribe, and his family was part of the Celestial Dragon People in the Black Feathered Lark Tribe.

As the son of an elder, even if he was just one of many sons, Yun Zhao’s thirty-year absence from home represented an immeasurable loss.

First, the lack of family affection. After returning home, honestly speaking, his parents had very little affection for a son who had been gone for thirty years.

Secondly, the lack in cultivation.

Thirty years of neglect left Yun Zhao with the lowest cultivation among his many siblings, who grew up with parents, elders, and masters from the tribe at their side.

They had Spirit Pills to consume, rare medicines to transform and strengthen their bodies, and numerous aids in cultivation, with guidance from predecessors to avoid detours.

Additionally, there was the tribe’s status and power.

Some siblings, having grown up closely with their parents, were carefully nurtured, had ample opportunities to develop abilities, gradually stood out in their growth, relied on the family influence, and had already taken some key positions within the tribe, forging connections, even forming their own factions...

In future inheritance disputes, these siblings have undoubtedly taken the lead.

Whereas Yun Zhao... he was thirty years late starting from the starting line.

Cold parental affection, distant siblings, disastrous cultivation, power and status almost equal to zero — this was the state Yun Zhao faced upon returning home.

Even the family servants showed a lack of respect to this young master who hadn’t been home for thirty years.

Luckily, Yun Zhao wasn’t completely without resources.

He had at least one advantage: the old ancestor.

The old ancestor had lived for thousands of years and his cultivation had reached the ceiling just below the Saint.

In the Black Feathered Lark Tribe, he was effectively the tribe’s stabilizing force and supportive pillar!

The longstanding influence of the Black Feathered Lark Race in holding the rich land at the southern slopes of Northern Yishan, and in subduing surrounding Demon Race tribes, was largely due to this old ancestor.

Saints are distant and usually do not manifest their presence.

An old ancestor at the ceiling level just below a Saint within the tribe provides more deterrence than a Saint at times.

And that several-thousand-year-old ancestor’s contemporaries and direct offspring had long passed away.

Yun Zhao, the Yun Family boy who spent thirty years in the mountains with the old ancestor.

After returning from the mountains, to the Black Feathered Lark tribe, he was considered the closest to the old ancestor by the entire tribe!

Yun Zhao initially didn’t realize the significance of this.

But soon, an incident made him discover this formidable advantage!

It happened on Yun Zhao’s seventh day back home.

Though Yun Zhao had returned from the forbidden mountains, the entire clan paid close attention, even convening an Elder Council meeting to discuss holding a ceremony to give Yun Zhao a belated coming-of-age ceremony, allowing him to formally pay respects to his ancestors and officially reunite with the family — all these formalities remained incomplete as he had left home at four.

On the seventh day, at the ceremony, everyone discovered that Master Yun Zhao’s presence was a loud slap in the face for all!

Walking into the tribe’s ancestral hall, Yun Zhao’s hair was disheveled, his beard unkempt, and even the black feathered fluff on him looked dirty and dull.

What made the tribe chief’s eye twitch was... Yun Zhao’s boots were actually worn out!

In full view, as an elder’s family Yun Zhao young master, and the tribe’s god, the ancestor’s close person himself.

At his own coming-of-age ceremony, he walked into the Black Feathered Lark Tribe’s ancestral hall looking like a wild demon from the mountains!!

The tribe chief’s first reaction was rage.

But after the rage, it quickly turned into utter fear, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead!

In front of everyone, the chief jumped down from his seat above, strode to Yun Zhao, and grabbed both of Yun Zhao’s arms.

"What’s wrong with your hair?"

"I can’t comb it myself."

"Why doesn’t your beard get trimmed?"

"I can’t do it."

"Didn’t a personal attendant help you?"

"I have no personal attendant."

"Why are your clothes so dirty?"

"At night, I was starving, got something to eat from the kitchen, and accidentally got stained with dirt."

"Starving? You didn’t eat enough?"

"Last night, the servants forgot to bring my dinner."

"... Did you order servants to bring it?"

"They all ignored me."

The tribe leader took a deep breath: "The family servants are disrespectful to you; why not report to your parents?"

Yun Zhao rolled his eyes: "I only saw my parents on the first day I came home; since then, I haven’t seen them again until today."

The tribe leader’s face turned ashen!

He fiercely turned around, glaring at Yun Zhao’s father sitting at the elder’s seat.

Yun Zhao’s father’s face was also pale: "I... After Yun Zhao returned home, I already entrusted his brother to take good care of him... Now all matters at home are handled by his brother, I have devoted myself entirely to tribal duties for years, and...

The tribe leader’s expression grew increasingly grim, glaring fiercely at Yun Zhao’s father, but he only said a few words!