RETURNING FROM THE IMMORTAL WORLD

Chapter 1001 - Chapter 1010

Chapter 1001: The Poison's Effect

 

A small jade bottle appeared in Tang Xiu's hand as he moved his finger. Using his thoughts, he wound the cork up its neck. In but a moment, the bottle cap was pulled out, and the colorless and odorless gas floated out from the bottle mouth. He then exerted his power to wrap the gas to drift toward Singtuo and the old man.

He did all of that very secretively, causing Singtuo and the old man inside the ancestral hall to be unable to detect his actions, as even Singluen who stood next to him was unaware of what he was doing.

"So, which one of you is really in charge of the Dark Shaman Clan then?" asked Tang Xiu smilingly as he looked at Singtuo and the old man. There was a bit of a playful tone in his voice.

"Tuo'er is the patriarch. He naturally holds the right to manage the clan," answered the old man indifferently.

"Well, then it's much easier for us to deal with this issue since the one with the rights is here, don't you think?" Tang Xiu nodded and said, "Anyway, don't you feel that the Dark Shaman Clan has been stagnant for too long all these years? You see, even your own son, who is supposed to be the Young Master of Dark Shaman Clan, is so dirt poor that he doesn't have enough money to buy things, no?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" responded Singtuo coldly.

"What I mean is very simple. Just step down from your position and give way to a more qualified person." Tang Xiu grinned and said, "But of course, it's best to give it to Singluen, though. I believe that your Dark Shaman Clan will become more formidable under his leadership."

"Heh, this is the internal affairs of my Dark Shaman Clan. Why should your distinguished self worry about that anyway?"

"What I'm telling you is the truth; it's the intention Singluen has always had in his heart." Tang Xiu shrugged and lightly smiled. "Just ask him if you don't believe me."

Upon seeing how calm Tang Xiu's expression was, Singluen, who had been inwardly restless after seeing the sudden appearance of his grandfather, took a deep breath. He then looked straight at Singtuo and said, "Father, you're old and you being the clan's patriarch will affect your own cultivation. Hence, you might as well pass on the patriarch seat to me. You can rest your worries about the clan's prosperity. I'll definitely able to develop our Dark Shaman Clan's power as long as I'm the clan's patriarch. I'll make every clansman's strength progress by leaps and bounds in a short period of time; that way you can have a peaceful time cultivating in seclusion, no longer affected by the mundane affairs in the clan."

"Shut the hell up, you unfilial son!" roared Singtuo angrily. "I could've considered passing on the patriarchal seat to you prior to this. But you have colluded with outsiders; you've committed treason just to deal with your own father! A man like you is worthless! You're unworthy of being the Dark Shaman Clan's patriarch—you're even unworthy of being a member of the clan!"

Singluen's expression turned cold, and he said in a deep voice, "So, you're that adamant to not pass the patriarch seat to me, Father. You know, Singkuo is as good as dead already. You no longer have another son to pass on the position except me."

Singtuo's eyes lit up and he asked in a deep voice, "So you say that Singkuo is still alive?"

"He is now... But you can expect his death soon," replied Singluen coldly.

"Where is he?" asked Singtuo in a deep voice.

"You still care about where your damned eldest son is?" Singluen scornfully talked back with a bitter laugh," Hahaha... I knew it. You've always been partial to him, but I really didn't expect you favor him to this degree. Singkuo has been suppressing me all these years, leaving me no room to breathe at all. So much so that he'd push me to my end just for the sake of becoming the patriarch. And yet you've never once helped me. Instead, you helped him all the way through. I... I'm so very fed up and disappointed with you..."