Fighting Po: Yang Emperor

"Ancient Clan, Soul Clan, one, two, three, four." On the side, Xiao Xiao counted carefully with his fingers, then raised his head in surprise and said, "Master, there are only seven of them in total."

Hearing this, Wei Ye and Wei Shuo also counted them carefully, then raised their heads and said in surprise: "Master, is there another one?"

Yao Lao and Wei Yang both looked at Xiao Yan silently.

Xiao Yan was silent for a moment, then raised his hand to touch the head of his daughter Xiao Xiao, and said in a complicated tone: "The only one left is our Xiao clan."

"Ah!?" The three little guys suddenly opened their mouths, a little unbelievable.

Xiao clan? That second-rate family in a corner of the Jia Ma Empire was actually one of the eight ancient clans.

"You heard that right." Xiao Yan breathed out slowly, as if he wanted to spit out the many distracting thoughts in his heart, and said softly: "It should be said that our Xiao clan is just an ancient people who have been abolished. Race, it used to be, but now it has long declined, and it is no longer one of the eight ancient races. "

The Xiao Clan was once glorious and powerful, but now, this once-prominent Imperial Clan has been eliminated and is in a state of decline.

It took a while for the three little guys to recover from the shock.

"Why are they called the ancient race? Is it because they were passed down from a long, long time ago?" Xiao Xiao asked curiously.

"It's not just that, but because these eight clans have all given birth to Emperor Dou, they are qualified to be called the Eight Ancient Clan. The Eight Ancient Clan are also called the Imperial Clan," Yao Lao said.

"Your Xiao clan has also produced Dou Emperor. Therefore, the descendants of this lineage also have the Dou Emperor bloodline in their bodies. However, this bloodline was completely eliminated by your ancestor Xiao Xuan when he reached his generation. The use of them is exhausted.”

Yao Lao explained slowly: "Although Dou Emperor's bloodline is powerful, it is not eternal. It also has its time to drain out. The way to maintain its continuation is for another Dou Emperor to appear in this family. Give new vitality and vitality to the blood.”

"But it's a pity that since the Xiao clan's Dou Emperor, there has never been a strong Dou Emperor. The most top existence is only your ancestor Xiao Xuan. But similarly, your Xiao clan is also because of He was completely ruined."

"His desperate efforts back then not only failed to save this declining race, but actually pushed this race into the abyss with his own hands."

"Until now, all the Dou Emperor bloodlines in the Xiao clan have been almost completely abandoned. Now only your father, Xiao Yan, still has a trace of it left." Yao Lao's voice was full of sighs.

Whether what Xiao Xuan did was right or wrong, from the perspective of an outsider, without knowing the specific inside story, it is difficult to definitely give an accurate conclusion.

However, he failed in the end, so the world's view of him naturally felt that he was too crazy and selfish.

In order to become emperor, he would not hesitate to put his entire family as a bet.

But if you look at it from Xiao Xuan's perspective at the time, maybe he wasn't entirely wrong.

Just maybe.

After all, who can really tell what is right or wrong?

Since ancient times, there have always been winners and losers.

It’s done, you are the hero, the savior, the light, the electricity, the only myth.

If you fail, you are a sinner.

Wei Ye asked curiously: "Master, your surname is also Yao. Are you also related to that Yao clan?"

Hearing this, Wei Yang and Xiao Yan also looked at Yao Lao.

Regarding Yao Lao's identity and origin, these two disciples had never heard Yao Lao take the initiative to mention it.

Although the two of them already had guesses or answers in their minds.

"Haha, you naughty little guy, have you guessed anything?" Yao Lao looked startled, then smiled.

"Master, are you really from the Yao clan?" Wei Ye's eyes widened, as did Wei Shuo and Xiao Xiao, who looked directly at Yao Lao.

Yao Lao held the tea cup in his hand, with a faint smile on his old face. However, there was a subtle sadness and bitterness in this smile.

After a long time, he said: "I am indeed a member of the Yao Clan, but I belong to the type that was abandoned and expelled by the race."

"ah?!"

"Abandoned?"

"Expulsion?"

Several people were immediately shocked.

Xiao Yan stared blankly at the Yao Lao in front of him. After a while, he softly said: "Teacher, with your talent in refining medicine, there are probably only a handful of people on the continent who can match you. How is it possible?" Will he be an abandoned member of the Yao Clan?"

"It's still because of Dou Emperor's bloodline."

Yao Lao smiled slightly, and the emotions on his face slowly converged, and said: "Being in this ancient race, the pressure is actually much greater than in other places. There, the distinction is completely based on the richness of the bloodline. "hierarchical identity"

"And I am similar to you, Xiao Yan, back then. The Dou Emperor blood flowing in my body is also so thin that it can be ignored."

"When I was in the Medicine Clan, I failed to perform a mission, which ultimately led to the Medicine Clan expelling me from the clan."

"After being expelled, I was not convinced. I began to devote all my energy to refining medicine, and then wandered around Zhongzhou alone for nearly a hundred years. I have achieved something."

"At the beginning, I was still wildly thinking that after the clan saw my efforts and achievements, they would recognize me and call me back to the clan again."

"But as time goes by, this expectation gradually dissipates."

"They can't see my efforts and achievements at all."

"Perhaps in their eyes, those with thin blood, no matter how excellent, are not worthy of being their people."

Yao Lao said softly: "Although this race is the place where I was born and raised, I have no feelings for them and have given up."

"My only parents also passed away when I was young. Later, I gradually forgot about this race and never even mentioned it again."

"And the only people who know that I was once a member of the Medicine Clan are probably some people in the Medicine Clan in the world. Even the Soul Clan has never known it."

Several people were silent.

Wei Yang and Xiao Yan looked at each other. It seems that Yao Lao is quite repulsive to the Medicine Clan.

Otherwise, it would not be so many years, but he has never mentioned it at all.

"With the teacher's current strength, if you want to return to the Medicine Clan, I'm afraid no one will stop you, right?" Xiao Yan said.

After all, he is a Dou Sheng, and even a ninth-grade alchemy master. The Yao Clan can't be so awesome, right?

"Is there any point in going back to that kind of place? All these years, I only know that I am Yao Chen, but this medicine is not from the Yao Clan!"

"Since they think that I am a discarded person, then I will do my best on this continent to show them that it is not only those with Dou Di blood who can truly become top powerhouses!"

At this point, Yao Lao smiled, turned his gaze to Wei Yang and Xiao Yan, and then looked at his three disciples, stroking his beard and said proudly: "And by then, I will let them see that even the disciples I have accepted, and even my disciples, will far surpass those so-called Dou Di blood that they regard as treasures."

"Yeah." Several people nodded slightly.

The three little guys clenched their fists even harder, and their faces flushed.

At the same time, they also felt a little disgust for this so-called Yao Clan.