After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top

Chapter 33: Chapter 031: The Mysterious Ancestral Temple Chapter 33: Chapter 031: The Mysterious Ancestral Temple The middle-aged man’s reminder was for the young man not to resist the Stephens Family members and to have more contact with them.

However, the young man had other ideas, not wanting to marry a fool and become the laughingstock of wealthy families.

“Is everyone in position?”

As soon as the middle-aged man’s words fell, Assistant Stanley Huxley came over, “Sir, all secret protectors have been dispersed.”

“Let’s enter the village.

Filbert.”

Filbert followed Zachary Fisher and walked into the village, not quite understanding and asked, “Dad, what’s with that small shrine?”

Zachary Fisher said, “We’re not sure if this is the Divinity Temple we’ve been looking for.

Legend has it that the temple holds something highly sought after by ancient martial artists, and it is the source of our ancestral histories of the three major families.”

Filbert could not help but shudder.

Zachary Fisher’s dark eyes narrowed, “And that’s just a minor rumor.”

There were more things hidden in that temple.

Besides the Herta Kingdom.

People from outside were also looking for this mysterious ancestral temple.

*

Chloe and the others’ car had just entered the village entrance, but they were stopped by a car blocking the road.

“Which family in River East Village has relatives coming?”

Yvette looked at Fred Foster.

Fred Foster thought for a moment and shook his head, “I haven’t heard of any families in River East Village with such grandiose relatives.”

“GrandFather, could it be that someone took the wrong road?”

“It should be.”

Chloe opened the car door and got out.

Indifferent eyes accurately scanned each direction.

Not the wrong way.

They entered the village on purpose.

There were ancient martial artists, their Qi was weak, their cultivation only skin deep.

Since the other party had no intention of attacking, Chloe didn’t care.

Chloe turned around and helped Fred Foster with the luggage.

“Chloe, let Mom help.”

Yvette locked the car and was about to take over the luggage that Chloe picked up.

“Aunt, Chloe and I will handle it,” Hans Foster took half the luggage.

They had just not walked far inside when a dozen cars came in behind them.

*

All the way into the village.

Someone from the village was riding an electric bike and saw Fred Foster pointing forward, “Uncle Foster, you have relatives from the Foster Family coming.”

“Our family?”

Fred Foster was taken aback.

Other than the Stephens Family, no one else could have such a display of power.

The uncle on the electric bike said, “Yes, they went to your family’s temple.”

Fred Foster frowned.

Besides a valuable black jade stone tablet, their Foster Family’s Divinity Temple only had an old tower that was worth any money.

“Dad, let’s put the luggage back first and then go over there.”

“No, I have to go and see.”

“Let’s leave the luggage first,” Chloe walked ahead.

Fred Foster was anxious in his heart but still followed everyone back to the Foster Family Residence first.

There was some distance between the old Foster family residence and the Divinity Temple, and they were in different directions.

The old house was indeed old and needed to be cleaned up.

Hans Foster and Lindsay Foster followed along with the cleaning, and Chloe helped with arranging the furniture.

Yvette led everyone in sweeping.

The old Foster family residence was entirely made of carved wood, with a Hui-style architectural design.

In the village now, only the Foster Family’s house was made of wood, the rest were modern building houses.

Chloe looked at the deity’s place in the main hall and wiped it before putting it back in place.

She lowered her head and saw the wooden plaque tucked next to the deity’s altar and picked it up to look at it.

A piece of wood from a hundred years ago.

It was the object she had played with.

“Is Great-Grandfather’s name Rick Foster?”

“Yes, his name is Rick Foster.

Why?”

“No reason.”

Chloe clipped the wooden plaque back in place.

“Yvette, I will go to the temple to take a look.

I always feel uneasy.”

“Dad, wait for us to finish cleaning up, and then we’ll go over together.

Otherwise, you’ll be waiting there for hours.”

Yvette Foster knew her father attached great importance to the Divinity Temple and was worried about conflict with those people, so it was better to wait for them to leave before going over.

Fred Foster couldn’t wait any longer and stood up, heading toward the Divinity Temple.

“Dad, wait for us.

Quick, follow him.” Yvette put down the rag and called the three children to catch up.

*

Outside the guest house.

Len Hawthorne shook the fax message he had just received in his hand.

Ethan Coates’ car swerved to a stop in front of Len Hawthorne, and the wind blew the paper out of his hand.

Len Hawthorne took the cigarette from his mouth and threw it into his car.

“Fuck!

Young Master Hawthorne, are you trying to murder me?”

Ethan hurriedly threw the cigarette butt out of the car, scared.

Len Hawthorne opened the co-pilot door and sat down.

“What happened?

How did the Fisher Family from Sheffield City end up here in this mountain county?”

“How would I know?

Not only the Fisher Family, but even the Stephens Family people have come as well.

These people are trying to sneak into River East Village.

We have people watching inside.

Those beasts are hiding in the village.

Damn, we wouldn’t have to be so passive if it weren’t for fearing to disturb the villagers.”

Ethan swore.

Len leaned back in the rear seat, lazily squinting his eyes, “Let’s go in.”

“Now?

It’s not good, right?

It’ll cause conflict with both families…”

“Accuse them of obstructing public duties.”

“…”

Alright, Young Master Hawthorne, you’re really badass.

*

The periphery of the Divinity Temple was somewhat gloomy, with a circle of extremely tall trees on both sides of the small old tower.

A gust of wind blew, rustling the treetops.

There was a stream flowing behind it.

“Splash!”

Something was thrown heavily into the stream.

In such a beautiful environment, a sudden change occurred.

“Sir, it seems that there are tomb robbers,” Stanley Huxley came around from behind, his leather shoes covered in water and mud.

He stood next to Zachary Fisher and whispered, “They are ancient martial artists who killed several of our secret protectors.”

Zachary Fisher frowned.

“Dad, let me go take a look.”

Filbert Fisher was very curious about the ancient martial artists.

Zachary Fisher stopped him: “Don’t go in, you’re no match for them now.”

Killing several secret protectors of ancient martial artists was not an easy task.

Filbert pursed his lips and stepped back.

The people from the Stephens Family arrived.

Seeing that something was wrong, they immediately joined in.

They suppressed those who tried to escape.

Zachary Fisher glanced back at the people from the Stephens Family, not seeing Adam Stephens, raising an eyebrow.

Jeremy Jennings walked up, “Mr.

Fisher, our Master had an accident and cannot come, the Family Leader specifically asked me to take this trip.”

“There are so many people in the Stephens Family, but only you, Jeremy Jennings, are sent.

Are you looking down on our Fisher Family?” Zachary Fisher’s face sank, sarcastically.

Jeremy Jennings apologized with a smile, “It’s just that no one else in the Stephens Family can represent the Master to come, so…”

“So your Stephens Family sent you, an outsider, to negotiate with me?” Zachary Fisher laughed coldly.

Jeremy Jennings smiled and took out his mobile phone, dialed a number, and handed it over to Zachary Fisher.

Zachary Fisher took it coldly and instantly changed his attitude when he got on the phone with Pierce Stephens.

*

“Bang!”

A figure was thrown from behind and slammed to the ground.

Members of the Foster and Fisher families frowned.

Outside.

Fred Foster, red-faced and swearing, said, “Who are you people?

This is my Foster Family’s ancestral temple, on what grounds are you blocking me?”

The path leading to the ancestral temple was blocked by someone, stopping them.

Yvette Foster felt that these people seemed familiar.

Several well-dressed men guarding the entrance pulled out guns coldly from their bodies, pointed them at the people, shot at their feet without saying a word.

One of them shouted, “Get out.”

“You…” Fred Foster was both angry and scared, shivering and blocking the children in front of him.

“Dad, let’s go out first,” Yvette thought there was nothing in the ancestral temple, so there should be no loss.

These people were clearly not easy to provoke, they even fired their guns.