HCB Chapter 1255 Lu Xueqi Zhang Xiaofan
Chapter 1255 Lu Xueqi Zhang Xiaofan
Chapter 1255 Lu Xueqi Zhang Xiaofan
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Su Henhan took out an exquisite and gorgeous box from the storage bracelet.
A brief explanation should be given here. The storage bracelet he wore was an ordinary version of the Yunshui Sanqian series, but it was a great improvement over what he had used in the past.
The regular version is already a high-end product in the market.
In fact, all members of the small team, including Su Ningxia, are equipped with high-quality storage bracelets.
Su Ningxia looked puzzled and asked softly, "Uncle San, what is this?"
Su Henhan slowly opened the brocade box, and saw a glittering and colorful right arm bone coming into view.
"This is your father's soul bone. It is also the only inherited soul bone of the Su family."
"At that time, our master, Renyi, found it from the Ghost Wolf Gang's treasury and returned it to us."
"Now, you will participate in the Gaoying Tournament, and this soul bone can help you."
Inherited soul bone, more than 50,000 years old.
Su Ningxia grasped the edge of the jade box with her slender fingers, her voice mixed with surprise: "Uncle San, this is absolutely not possible! Logically, it should be inherited by Brother Lan..."
Su Henhan raised his hand to signal her to stay calm, and continued, "Uncle San has discussed this matter with several brothers. You will inherit the position of the new head of the Su family."
He paused, and said earnestly: "Ningxia, in terms of status, you are the only child of eldest brother and eldest sister-in-law; in terms of potential, although Lan'er has good qualifications, she is far inferior to you."
"Although you seem to have only the cultivation level of Soul Sect, your actual combat power is probably not inferior to that of your fifth uncle and Uncle Gu."
Su Ningxia remained silent. If she continued to modestly claim that she was far inferior to the two surviving Soul Kings, it would seem too pretentious.
Seeing that she remained silent, Su Henhan continued, "As for the inheritance of martial souls, the current situation is like this, so why bother? With your colorful martial soul, it is actually beyond the reach of the Su family."
The Su family, the fierce tiger Su family, inherited the sixth-grade low-level martial spirit - the colorful giant tiger.
This is what Su Ningxia had just said, the reason why her cousin Su Ninglan should have inherited the position of the head of the family, only because she did not inherit the Su family's martial spirit.
Su Henhan continued, "I don't know where the family my sister-in-law came from is now."
"She must have thought it through carefully when she left a letter asking you to take the Su family surname."
"She probably hopes that even if you don't inherit the Su family's martial spirit, you can still stand upright on this continent as a member of the Su family."
Su Henhan's thick eyebrows pressed down his dark and deep eyes, and he said gently: "The Su family is now in great trouble, and there are only a few strong people left in the family. We need people like you who have potential and responsibility to carry the banner."
In recent years, there have been calls to let Su Ningxia inherit the position of head of the family. After all, the main branch of the Su family plus the original gang members have nearly 200 people.
The recent changes in the situation have made the originally hesitant members of the Su family make up their minds.
Letting Su Ningxia inherit the Su family would benefit the Su family, Su Ningxia, and Xiaoyi, which could be said to kill three birds with one stone.
She gently stroked the soul bone in the brocade box, as if she could feel the tremendous power contained in it and her father's former heroic figure.
"But, Third Uncle, I'm worried that I don't have enough experience to be qualified for the position of head of the family." Su Ningxia frowned slightly, still with a trace of concern in her heart.
Su Henhan patted her shoulder and said with a smile: "Ningxia, there is no need to belittle yourself."
"You have been extremely intelligent since childhood and have practiced hard. You have also accumulated a lot of experience by following the young master in these years."
"Besides, we uncles are here to help you, so just go ahead and do it."
Su Ningxia nodded, carefully put away the brocade box, stood up, and bowed deeply to Su Henhan.
"Uncle San, since the family has entrusted me with this important task, I will do my best to live up to your trust and revive the Su family's glory."
Su Henhan nodded with satisfaction, a relieved smile on his face: "Okay, with your words, Third Uncle is relieved."
"Next, you need to prepare well for the Gaoying Competition and strive to achieve good results."
"This is not only about your personal future, but also about the future of the Su family."
Su Ningxia's eyes were slightly red, and she choked up and said, "Uncle San, your niece has made a note of this."
"You should also take care of yourself. The Su family still needs you to support the country."
Su Henhan smiled and said, "Third Uncle, that's it. As long as you are well, our Su family will be able to rise again."
Su Ningxia bit her lower lip suddenly, and the red blood dripped between her white teeth like red plum blossoms falling in the snow: "No, Third Uncle, you will definitely be able to break through to Soul Saint."
Su Henhan smiled with relief, gave a few more instructions, and then left.
Su Henhan waved his hand, turned around and strode away. His back was stretched out in the setting sun, revealing an unyielding tenacity.
Su Ningxia looked at Su Henhan's back for a long time without saying a word.
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Two days ago
Deep in the bamboo forest shrouded in dusk, a man in a black robe stood leaning against a bamboo.
His under-eye bags hide his sharp brows, and the years have left tiny starlight in his dark and deep eyes. A few shallow lines spread from the corners of his eyes to his temples.
His nose was like a broken mountain supporting the sky, the hair that fell on his shoulders was mixed with a few strands of silver frost, and the black beard on his chin had a luster like cold iron.
When he raised his hand to brush away the bamboo leaves, the dark red scar on his wrist was revealed, and his palm with distinct knuckles tightly grasped the black stick with red glow flowing.
The muscular lines beneath the black collar are like twisted old pine trees, revealing the solemnity of having been tempered by life and death in the twilight.
Ten feet away, at the edge of the cold pool of the waterfall, a woman in white lightly touched the floating ice with her toes.
The distant mountains have dark eyebrows, and the brow peaks are slightly raised like a sword drawn from its sheath, revealing majesty in the coldness.
The hairband made of frost and snow swept across the eyebrows in the wind, and the icy eyes were like the still water of a cold pond reflecting broken jade.
The fine lines at the corners of the eyes did not detract from her coolness. Instead, her jade-like face, refined by the moonlight, became even more icy, and the curve of her jaw was like a cloud cut by nature.
When her white hand stroked the Tianya Sword, a light blue color appeared on her white wrist as her sleeve slipped down, and the ice soul silver bell hanging from her waist could be vaguely seen as her clothes fluttered.
When she raised her eyes and looked into the distance, her eyelashes were as sharp as a sword, and the frost on her lips had not faded, making her look more lonely than when she was a girl.
This is a small valley not far from the Xiaozhu Peak of Jiutian Sect.
As the bamboo shadows swayed, the man in black suddenly clenched the Soul-Devouring Rod with his five fingers, but his snow-white sleeves were already flying as he stood beside him.
Lu Xueqi's black hair lifted slightly, the azure blue sword of Tianya sword emitted a three-inch cold light, and her eyes as white as snow looked into the depths of the bamboo forest.
Because in their perception, someone has come within ten feet, which shows that the person is extremely powerful.
The red soul power around Zhang Xiaofan was like a snake, and his eyebrows were sharp. He shouted, "Who?"
Suddenly, a dragon roared in the hundred-foot bamboo sea.
The man stepped on the ground and the moonlight was mottled. The silver lines on his blue robe looked like starlight as he walked. His face was strong but gentle, and the bloodstain between his eyebrows looked like it was drawn by cinnabar.
"Xueqi, Xiaofan, we haven't seen each other for more than ten years. Are you welcoming me with murderous intent?"
The mellow voice wrapped in the fragrance of bamboo leaves fell just three inches in front of the two people's feet, causing the bamboo leaves to flutter like butterflies.
Lu Xueqi suddenly saw an old friend, she put away her sword with a clear sound, and her jade-like face suddenly blossomed: "Brother Zixiu!"
Zhang Xiaofan was shocked, his pupils suddenly contracted as if he had seen a ghost: "Are you really Brother Zixiu?"