437: Seize the royal seal of the Soul Clan and meet the ancestor of the Soul Clan!

The royal palace was brightly lit at this moment.

Tables and chairs were overturned everywhere, and shredded cloth strips hung from the ceiling of the great hall, swaying continuously as someone walked in.

Yin Tianhong arrived in the great hall of the royal palace and scanned the surroundings, finally fixing his gaze on an old servant who served the Soul Clan Royal Family, and asked:

"I am the seventy-second generation descendant of the Soul Clan, the Thirteenth Prince. Now that the Father King has passed away, I have come to take over the management of the Soul Clan. Where is the royal seal right now?"

The old servant prostrated on the ground, trembling, and stammered: "The... the royal seal is not in this great hall. As for where it specifically is, this old servant does not know. It is just that many people have come today; perhaps it was taken by one of the princes. This old servant only came in to serve tea."

A trace of fear radiated from his eyes. He seemed so nervous that a smell of excrement and urine even wafted from his pants.

Seeing the other party's spineless appearance, Yin Tianhong's eyes revealed a look of disgust, and he rebuked: "Get lost immediately, don't embarrass our royal family!"

"Yes, yes, yes, this old servant will leave right away!"

The servant nimbly lifted his pant legs and tiptoed quickly toward the entrance of the royal palace's great hall. However, just as he reached the entrance and was about to escape, his path was suddenly blocked by a man dressed in white.

"You... who are you? The Thirteenth Prince is still here; how dare you block my path? Are you not afraid that the Thirteenth..."

"How annoying, someone is using the Thirteenth Prince to pressure me again."

Qin Feng picked his ear. Before the man could finish speaking, he quickly reached out and twisted his neck. At the same time, an inexplicable sense of agitation welled up in his heart.

It wasn't that he had any prejudice against Yin Tianhong, but such petty people who bullied others by flaunting their connections were truly annoying. Qin Feng could even identify such people the moment they opened their mouths, having seen too many of them.

Yin Tianhong's expression was somewhat awkward. He respectfully came before Qin Feng and said hesitantly: "Master, the royal seal is not here."

"It's not here?"

With a strange expression on his face, Qin Feng kicked the corpse on the ground. Something wrapped in black cotton cloth was instantly revealed at the waist of the servant who had fallen to the ground.

This black cotton cloth looked ordinary, but in reality, it was a type of Magical Artifact capable of blocking Divine Sense. Yin Tianhong's cultivation was relatively low, so he had not discovered the existence of this item, but Qin Feng had, which was why he had blocked the old servant's path when he arrived here just now.

"Fortunately, Master, you came. Otherwise, I might have watched the royal seal slip away right before my eyes."

Yin Tianhong breathed a sigh of relief and immediately picked up the black cloth bundle from the servant's waist, unwrapping it layer by layer. Wrapped inside was a square seal the size of an egg, engraved with strange incantations, similar to the Imperial Jade Seal used by emperors throughout the ages in the Human Race Mortal world.

However, this Soul Clan royal seal was a Magical Artifact. Its specific purpose was unclear, but Qin Feng did not covet it; he only wanted Yin Tianhong to ascend to power as soon as possible, and then take him to see the soul origin.

The moment he obtained the royal seal, Yin Tianhong trembled with excitement, and a rare flush appeared on his face.

Qin Feng asked: "What should be done now?"

"Now is the time to go to the ancestral shrine to offer sacrifices, obtain the support of the Elder, and then proclaim it to the world."

Yin Tianhong was incomparably excited and immediately led Qin Feng and Xiaodie toward the passage behind the great hall. According to the master-servant contract, Qin Feng could roughly know that the other end of this passage was the ancestral shrine of the Soul Clan Royal Family. Inside was the Soul Clan's guardian, who was also the person with the highest combat power in the Soul Clan at present.

Although the other party's strength might not be equal to his own, Qin Feng still did not intend to expose his true strength before seeing the soul origin. He continued to suppress his own cultivation to the Nascent Soul Stage, and coupled with the Puppet, two Nascent Soul Stage levels would not cause too much pressure on the other party...

A moment later, Qin Feng followed Yin Tianhong to the Soul Clan ancestral shrine.

Everywhere were white stone coffins, looking as if Yin Qi was soaring to the sky.

If Qin Feng were just a Mortal, he would probably be terrified to see this cold and gloomy scene.

But now he was a Body Integration Stage Cultivator. Let alone looking at it, even if he were to grill fish and meat here, he wouldn't feel the slightest pressure. In the middle of the white coffins was a muddy path leading to a wilderness.

This was a real space. Although it did not cover a large area, only a few dozen mu, it was a genuine space. Whether it was the weeds or the piles of stones, they were very different from those evolved by a Formation.

At the end of the passage was a small hill, on which three huge white stone coffins were placed. On top of the hill was also an inconspicuous small wooden house. Under the eaves sat an old man wearing a gray robe, lazily basking in the sun.

This old man's identity was somewhat similar to a grave keeper. Sensing that someone had come, he raised his head to look at the arrivals, then lazily closed his eyes again, seemingly not caring about Yin Tianhong, Qin Feng, and the others at all.

"Great Ancestor, I am the seventy-second generation descendant of the Soul Clan, thirteenth in rank. Now that the Father King has passed away, I have come to replace my Father King's position. I request the Great Ancestor's support."

Yin Tianhong arrived at the foot of the hill and immediately bowed to the old man above. This bow was the highest etiquette of the Soul Clan.

Seeing this, the old man sat up and looked at Yin Tianyu, then looked at the Puppet beside him, and finally fixed his gaze on Qin Feng and Xiaodie.

"This Fellow Daoist, having snuck into our Soul Clan, may I ask what is your business?"

The old man lay back down, but Qin Feng felt a chill run down his spine.

He had already reached the Body Integration Stage, yet he did not expect that the old man would see through his disguise at a glance!

However, now that the lie had been exposed, Qin Feng did not intend to pretend anymore. He immediately cupped his hands and replied: "I am Qin Feng of the Human Race, originally a Cultivator from the Cultivation World. I arrived here by chance. I request Fellow Daoist to lend me the Soul Clan's supreme treasure, the soul origin. If I go to the Spirit Realm in the future, it will at least give me some means to deal with those Immortals."

The old man did not respond to the matter of the soul origin, but raised his eyelids to size up Qin Feng, and said: "You are from the Cultivation World? You must know about the matter of Soul Cultivators, right? It is rumored that there is a Netherworld Soul Hall and a Chasing Immortal Sect in the Cultivation World, which caused the Sea Dragon God Sect to suffer a great loss. That must be the work of you, Fellow Daoist, right?"

With the old man's words, everything became clear. Soul Cultivators were the minions developed by the Soul Clan, and the Letter Pavilion they built to sacrifice Puppets were all for the purpose of making sacrifices for the Soul Clan.

At this moment, the old man was looking at the King-Level Puppet beside Yin Tianhong with a look of regret; evidently, he had recognized the origin of this Puppet.

"The matter of the Sea Dragon God Sect indeed had my involvement, but my Netherworld Soul Hall never interferes in worldly affairs; all of this was merely for self-preservation."

"Now that things have come to this, the general trend of our Soul Clan is gone!"

The old man sighed, then stood up and waved his hand in the Void Realm. Immediately, a small wooden table appeared in mid-air in front of him. Subsequently, the old man took out a small black pot and said to Qin Feng: "Since Fellow Daoist has come to our Soul Clan ancestral shrine, it can be considered a kind of fate. Why not come up and have a drink with this old man?"