Time flies, and the rest of the month passes in a flash.

The Spring Festival of the old oriental calendar is approaching, and the Yin city-state has become extremely lively. Except for those clansmen who had taken on the secret task outside and couldn't get out, the other Yin clansmen, no matter what they were doing outside, rushed back as quickly as possible.

Hundreds of thousands of blood servants were busy inside and out, sweeping away the Yin city-state. Couplets painted red and painted in gold were pasted on every portal, and the scarlet lanterns were as many as the stars in the sky, and they hung every portal and every pillar of the entire city-state.

The gloomy and depressing Yin city-state has had a little more bright color out of thin air these days. But this red color, which represents auspicious and festive in the east, is so dazzling under the illumination of the red blood light of the blood mist enchantment.

Yin Xuege also finished his cultivation and joined the various busyness and preparations for the New Year with a bright smile.

At this moment, his identity is very different from more than a month ago, all his authority and treatment are equivalent to the elders of the 'earth' generation, and he is always followed by eight archdeacons from the four halls of real power, and a large group of Yin clan masters and warriors accompany the guards. As long as he gives a word of advice, there are countless people who are busy all day long!

In the past eleven years, Yin Xuege has never felt like this. Everyone was in awe of him, everyone subconsciously lowered their eyes, lowered their voices and turned their doors in front of him, and when everyone saw him, they would warmly greet and bless him.

This strange enthusiasm reminded Yin Xuege of a lot of things, and when he was only eleven years old, there was already a faint trace of vicissitudes and maturity in his eyes. His state of mind had changed a lot in just a few days, and the swelling sensation brought by absorbing twenty drops of the Duke's essence blood was wiped out by the slightest trace of vicissitudes and the heavy little bit of wear.

A heart is ethereal and mellow, and Yin Xuege is aimed at the front and back of these clansmen, and he deeply understands one thing - liliang is everything!

On the bell tower on the east side of the Yin Clan Temple, the bronze ancient bell weighing 12,000 catties rang loudly. The thick and loud bell rang hundreds of miles away, and in the Yin city-state, all the clansmen put on formal dresses and walked in a neat line in the direction of the temple according to their class and status.

After one hundred and eight bells, more than 100,000 Yin people stood neatly on the square in front of the temple.

Dozens of veterans of the Yin Tianzi generation lined up in front of the gate of the temple, they were wearing dark gold-red robes, with a high crown of hair made of purple gold on their heads, and their clothes and ornaments completely followed the ancient etiquette of the East, even a small pendant on the belt was an ancient oriental jade with a history of thousands of years.

In the middle of these Yin clan elders, the smiling Yin Tianjue put his hands in his sleeves, overlooking the people of his own family who were neatly arranged for miles below. The huge square was silent, and no Yin people dared to make the slightest noise.

Time passed minute by minute, and suddenly, on the drum tower on the west side of the temple, a giant drum with a diameter of twelve meters was sounded by two big men holding giant beast bones. The dull, rich, and heart-piercing drum sounded slowly, Yin Tianjue straightened his face, turned his body without saying a word, pressed his hands on the temple door of the temple, and forcefully pushed open the door of the temple made of ebony and two feet thick.

The good time has come, and the Yin people's annual ancestral worship ceremony has officially kicked off!

With a long 'crunch' sound, two doors of the Jongmyo Temple, which were 20 meters high and 12 meters wide, opened open, and a cold air erupted from the dark Jongmyo Temple. This cold air instantly swept through the entire square, and among the Yin people who stood solemnly, countless people shivered at the same time.

The sound of 'whirring' is endless, and countless torches and braziers are lit up in the dark temple. The dark red firelight illuminated the Yin Clan's temple, which covered an area of several miles, and faintly the sound of wooden fish and chanting came from the depths of the temple.

Under the leadership of Yin Tianjue, a group of elders of the Yin clan marched into the temple. Yin Tian's younger brother, the second elder of the Yin clan, Yin Tianxuan stood in front of the door of the sect temple with his waist straightened up, and unfolded a blood-colored scroll in his hand with great majesty.

"Yin Difeng!"

A young man standing in the ranks of the elders of the Yin clan bowed to Yin Tianxuan, and with great seriousness, he cautiously walked forward a few steps, walked up the steps in front of the Zongmiao, and slowly walked into the gate of the Zongmiao.

"Yin Di Tsuri!"

A man of the Yin clan with three willow whiskers and an ancient appearance smiled reservedly, and also bowed to Yin Tianxuan, and walked into the temple quickly.

One after another, the names of the Yin people were reported by Yin Tianxuan, and one after another the Yin people walked into the gate of the temple. They are all people who are qualified to enter the temple, offer incense to the ancestors of the Yin people, and participate in the ancestor worship ceremony. Being able to participate in the annual ancestor worship ceremony does not bring actual benefits to the Yin people, but it represents his status in the Yin clan!

To be able to enter the temple to participate in the Spring Festival ancestor worship, you are the core of the Yin clan. Even if you are from the Yin family, as long as you can enter the temple every year to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony, no one dares to despise you in any way!

On the contrary, even if you are from a descendant of the clan, even if you are the biological son of Yin Tianjue, if you are suddenly deprived of the qualification to enter the temple to worship your ancestors in a certain year, there is no doubt that your life in the Yin clan will be very sad!

The blood demon clan is the race that values the actual interests the most! Every year's ancestor worship ceremony contains too many things!

There are more than 5,000 people in the Yin clan, but only 258 people are qualified to enter the temple to participate in the ancestor worship ceremony!

All the Yin people knew this list in their hearts, and they roughly knew that those people were eligible to enter the temple today. They also all know that those who were not qualified to enter in the past will be honored today, and those who have been qualified to enter in the past few years have been deprived of their qualifications to worship their ancestors because they have done something wrong this year.

The only thing that shocked the Yin people present was that when Zuihou, an elder of the Yin clan 'earth' character, was named by Yin Tianxuan and walked into the temple, Yin Tianxuan quietly reported a name that surprised everyone - 'Yin Blood Song'!

Standing in the square zuihou side, Yin Xuege mixed in the team of children was stunned. Countless clansmen in the square looked at him at the same time, their eyes mixed with shock, horror, and disbelief complex emotions. Yin Xuege is just a child, how can he be qualified to enter the Zongmiao today?

Even if he is a daywalker, he has infinite potential, and he is qualified to enter the Sect Temple, but he should not be ranked among the many elders of the 'earth' character and step into the Sect Temple before so many elders!

The Yin clansmen in front of Yin Xuege subconsciously moved to the left and right, giving way to a road leading directly to the temple.

Taking a deep breath, the bright Yin Blood Song in his heart showed a smile of enlightenment, raised his head slightly, and walked step by step, unhurriedly towards the gate of the temple.

"Yin Xuege, this is what you deserve!" Yin Xuege looked at the main gate of the Zongmiao with a firm gaze, he didn't even look at Yin Tianxuan more, just slowly passed by Yin Tianxuan and stepped into the gate of the Zongmiao.

A small voice like the chirping of mosquitoes and flies suddenly sounded in Yin Xuege's ears: "Yin Xuege! Your mother, Yin Huangwu, is my direct descendant. In other words, you are my sister-in-law. Work hard, if you have any needs, just go to the Xuanyin Palace, the entire Xuanyin Palace is your backing!"

Yin Xuege's face twitched slightly, he turned his head to look at Yin Tianxuan, nodded slightly, and then strode into the temple.

For a long time, Yin Xuege only knew that he had the identity of the Yin family's son-in-law, and knew that Yin Huangwu was his mother, but other than that, he didn't know anything about his life and identity. Until today, he didn't know that Yin Huangwu was originally from the lineage of Yin Tianxuan, and was a descendant of Yin Tianxuan's relatives.

The Yin clan has nine elders of the Tianzi generation, and the Yin clan's lineage is divided into nine branches. Each bloodline has a palace in the Yin city-state, and the Xuanyin Palace is the core stronghold of the Yin Tianxuan clan, and the 'Xuanyin Palace' also refers to all the people and all the liliang of the Yin Tianxuan branch.

If it is said that more than a month ago, Yin Tianjue's reward and promise to Yin Xuege represented the overall recognition of the entire Yin clan, and today's Yin Tian's silent transmission represents the support of the Yin clan for Yin Xuege in the vein of 'Xuanyin Palace'!

From then on, within the Yin clan, Yin Xuege really had a liliang that he could borrow, a shili that could shelter him when he was weak.

Following a road paved with black stones, Yin Xuege walked step by step towards the main hall of the Zongmiao a hundred meters away. Yin Tianjue and the other Yin clan elders and elders stood neatly in front of the main hall of the Zongmiao, one by one drooping their eyelids, closing their mouths and noses and observing the silence of their hearts.

Yin Xuege chose an outermost position behind the many elders and stood still, and then he followed the example of these elders, and also narrowed his eyes and didn't say a word. The atmosphere in the temple was extremely depressing, and even the mind with Yin Xuege was blank, and there were no other thoughts.

Behind him, Yin Tianxuan's high-pitched and long registration voice came, and one after another the core clansmen of the Yin clan's 'none' generation walked in slowly. Only 127 people from the non-character clan are eligible to enter the temple. These wordless clansmen, they are not responsible for any actual affairs in the clan, and the vast majority of them are in the golden stage of strength improvement, and they are in retreat and penance on weekdays!