The next day, early morning.

The sky was slightly bright and cloudless.

"Can Xingchao be accomplished?"

In the cave, Hui Qiuyan put on a purple-red Taoist robe for the Taoist monk and said with a little worry.

Chen Xingchao's eyes were bright, he smiled freely, and said: "Since Chen Ping dares to propose a battle to determine family power, he must be confident that his methods are extraordinary and he has a lot of control."

"However, I am a little higher than him, and I am also a Leilinggen monk, so why should I be afraid?"

Hui Qiuyan opened her lips and said hesitantly: "A few years ago, the envoy from Jinrui Island came to visit. Chen Ping made the decision privately and donated tens of thousands of spirit stones. This matter has caused great dissatisfaction from Broken Star Sect."

"If the Seventh Elder is allowed to take charge of the family, I'm afraid it will be difficult for the ancestor of the Broken Star Sect to explain it."

"Qiu Yan, this is a family matter of my Chen clan and has nothing to do with outsiders."

Chen Xingchao frowned and said loudly: "No matter who laughs last between me and Chen Ping, the Chen family will still be the Chen family and will not allow any force to interfere."

Seeing that he looked unhappy, Hui Qiuyan immediately shut up.

She knows the Taoist couple's temperament very well, and she is said to be domineering and strong.

The only thing that can impress him is a strength that surpasses him.

But on the Broken Star Gate side, they have quietly contacted her several times since she returned to Haichang.

Even the superior Yuan Dan Ancestor sent a metaphorical order.

They clearly expressed the hope that Chen Xingchao and his wife could unify the family as soon as possible and participate in the great cause of encircling and suppressing the Nixing Sect.

However, the attitudes of the Chen family's foundation builders have always been extremely ambiguous. While they are extremely respectful to Broken Star Sect, they don't seem to object to the wooing of Counter Star Sect.

After several inquiries, she found out that it was Chen Ping who was causing trouble and affecting the attitudes of the senior officials.

Therefore, Hui Qiuyan attaches great importance to the fight between the two.

Although even if Chen Xingchao ascends to power, he cannot be willing to become the puppet of Broken Star Gate, but it is still a thousand times better than Chen Ping, who is moody and unpredictable.

"Qiu Yan, you should have less to do with Broken Star Sect from now on."

After a pause, Chen Xingchao said in a slow tone: "It is normal for the power to change over time. Our Chen family cannot survive alone, so we must do our best to continue the inheritance."

"If Chen Ping wholeheartedly plans for the family, even if I lose, I will fully support his decision."

"Of course, I plan to make him realize the cruel reality."

The domineering power in his eyes flashed away, and Chen Xingchao said disdainfully: "A mere late-stage monk with the Five Elements attribute dares to challenge my century-old thunder method. He really doesn't know whether to live or die."

"Xingchao, I'm waiting for you to come back."

As if infected by his confidence, Hui Qiuyan was overwhelmed with emotion and hugged the Taoist monk from behind.

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"Hey, did he leave early?"

Near noon, Chen Ping opened the formation and released his spiritual consciousness to explore around, but found that there was no trace of Chen Xingchao on Fuge Mountain.

So, without stopping, he flew westward with the light on his back without any hesitation.

A month ago, he and Chen Xingchao made an agreement to have a supernatural power contest on an uninhabited island three hundred miles away today when the sun is shining brightly.

It's true that he never thought of inviting a third person to witness from the beginning to the end.

In the world of cultivation, the fist is king.

If Chen Xingchao, the apparently strongest person in the family, was defeated by him, it would only be a matter of a thought for the others to surrender.

A quarter of an hour later, Chen Ping, who was flying high in the sky, suddenly stopped.

Underfoot, there is just an island more than ten miles in size.

The aura around it was extremely thin. Except for a small patch of bushes dotted around it, as far as the eye could see, there were only bare gray rocks, which really looked like desert islands that could be seen everywhere in the sea.

Towards the coast, there stands a rocky mountain more than twenty feet high.

A big man stood on the top of the mountain with his hands behind his back, wearing a conspicuous purple-red robe, with meticulous black hair draped from the top of his head to the bottom.

He glanced up and noticed Chen Ping's whereabouts. Then, with a flick of his wrist, a set of simple tea sets with plum blossom patterns flew out.

One pot and two cups, exuding very light spiritual pressure, are both high-grade magic weapons.

Chen Xingchao gently held the azure corner of the teapot and slowly poured in the clear spring water. The dark blue light in his palm "crackled" and the water poured into the pot while steaming up.

His palms moved quickly over the two tea cups, and the tea leaves fell into the cups like silver threads. His skillful movements were as graceful as a dragonfly touching water.

"Using thunder spirit power to make tea, the third elder is very interested."

Seeing this, Chen Ping was slightly stunned, then flew down and said with a smile.

Chen Xingchao ignored his teasing, held the tea cup, and said indifferently: "Does Xin Tong's death have anything to do with you?"

"The rumors are so chilling."

Chen Ping slowly stopped smiling and said with a livid face: "Chen Xintong and I just have some trivial disputes. What reason does this elder have to harm him?"

"Chen Yiru changed the rules of the Dan-winning Competition properly. Wasn't it your instigation?"

Chen Xingchao kept a straight face and waited for his answer with cold eyes.

"It is their responsibility to clear out the sea spiritual veins. How can we, the monks, be greedy for stability and lose the bloody spirit of overcoming obstacles?"

Chen Ping spoke calmly, his tone suddenly changed, and he said quietly: "I swear with my Taoist heart, if Chen Xintong's death has anything to do with me, Chen Ping, then I will never die forever."

Troubled by inner demons, I stopped at the late stage of foundation building."

At the same moment when his voice fell, a mysterious wave surged from all directions, but disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This is when the Taoist oath made by the monks begins to take effect.

"Oh, it's Xintong, the kid, who is having bad luck. I blamed you wrongly, so let's use this cup of tea to make amends."

Seeing that Chen Ping actually took the Daoxin Oath with great fanfare, Chen Xingchao's tense expression softened for the most part. The boiling spring water rushed into the cup, and he took a portion and raised it above his head, handing it over with both hands.

The death of his great-nephew was mysterious. According to family rumors, the seventh elder, who had a rift with him, borrowed a knife to kill him.

Of course Chen Xingchao didn't believe it.

Even Chen Jinsong, who had always been opposed to Chen Ping, was only taken away from power and his life was not harmed.

He thought about it over and over, but could not find a reason for Chen Ping to kill Chen Xintong.

Now it seems that the great-nephew may have died unexpectedly.

"My family's blood also flows in my body."

Chen Ping looked deeply at Chen Xingchao and drank the tea in one gulp.

The Dao Heart Oath he just made was indeed made. When he practices in the future, inner demons will inevitably arise and prevent him from progressing in his cultivation.

After all, Chen Xintong was originally killed by him.

But Chen Ping was completely confident in his heart.

He has mastered several secret methods to break the Taoist Heart Oath. It will probably take him a few months to solve it first. He just needs to admit it openly and openly.
Chapter completed!