Chapter 63: Doubts

  On the third day, An Shizi stood in front of Tang Song with An Shan Lao Wang's cultivation experience, his mind was very complicated, and the An family had indeed reached a very embarrassing point.

  Third Uncle, that stubborn old man who never knew what dignity was, actually understood. Previously, An Mao Song had mentioned it before, but was scolded by Third Uncle.

  Anmou sold his ancestors' heirloom for his own peace of mind.

  But this time, Third Uncle didn't say anything. An Maosong only mentioned it once, and he took out the ancestral pen and went back to the tower with an expressionless face.

  An Mousong handed over the ancestral brush to An Shizi, sighing and explaining: "Your Third Uncle's days are numbered, he can't hold on for much longer. The other few uncles broke through Wu Zong, so they will soon be gone."

  At this moment, An Shizi felt his eyes were sour.

  It's all because of these younger generations' lack of filial piety that they can only use the ancestors' treasures to exchange for the family's stability.

  But just as his father had said to Third Uncle previously, if they couldn't keep the title of Eighth-Rank Kingdom this time, then not only would the kingdom's territory be lost, but also the Secret Realm.

  So this time, it can be said that I have put all my strength into one blow, and there is no way back.

  "Tang Song, this is the cultivation notes left behind by our ancestor An Shan Old Wang."

  Tang Song's eyes widened in surprise and he exclaimed: "Is this for me?"

  To be honest, Tang Song had also thought of borrowing An Shan Lao Wang's cultivation notes before, but he had unintentionally heard An Su Su mention it. An Shan Lao Wang's cultivation notes were the treasure of the An family and could not be lent out.

  Even if it's a direct descendant of the An family who wants to see it, they must get the approval of Third Uncle Gong.

  So Tang Song didn't mention this matter either.

  Now An Shizi actually sent such a treasure in front of himself, what's going on?

  An Shizi's tone was somewhat desolate as he said, "Tang Song, I'm not afraid to deceive you, but this time our An family really has no other choice and can only ask for your help. This ancestral note is the most precious thing we can take out, hoping that you can speak a few good words in front of your master and help us with our An family."

  Tang Song's thoughts changed suddenly, and he had a difficult expression on his face.

  An Shizi was afraid that Tang Song would refuse, so he quickly said: "Tang Song, we don't ask your master to join the Anshan royal family, we just hope he can hang a name in our royal family and participate in the national debate when the time comes."

  Tang Song knew this matter was definitely not that simple, but Anshan Old Wang's cultivation notes were something he really needed.

  So after a slight hesitation, Tang Song took over the cultivation notes from An Shizi's hand and solemnly said: "Shizi, rest assured, I have promised this matter."

  An Shizi finally smiled and said, "Tang Song, thank you!"

  "I don't need your thanks, I'm just doing what I can. My father once said that if the Tang family didn't have the protection of the An family, we wouldn't have been able to weather so many storms all these years. That's also why I agreed to come to the capital."

  An Shizi's face was a picture of calmness as he said, "So you've known all along."

  "Of course, there's no such thing as a free lunch in the world, and it's impossible for cakes to fall from the sky. So when you proposed using the quota of the secret realm to let me come to Wangdu, I knew your purpose."

  An Shizi let out a sigh of relief.

  Tang Song was able to say this, indicating that the thorn in his heart had disappeared and he truly wanted to help An Jia, which made An Shizi feel very relieved.

  "Tang Song, soon our royal family will be competing for the quota to enter the secret realm, are you going to take a look?"

  Tang Song hesitated for a moment. He had originally obtained An Shan Old Wang's cultivation notes and should have grasped the opportunity to comprehend them. However, watching others fight was also a kind of cultivation.

  There is still time for practice notes, but the battle for places is only once.

  So Tang Song quickly decided to go take a look.

  Put Anshan Old Wang's cultivation notes in his pocket, but actually secretly transferred them to the desolate world of Yu Pei. This is where it is safest.

  Under An Shizi's lead, the two arrived at a spacious area in the Wu Institute. In the center of the empty space, a high platform had already been set up, and around the platform, the disciples of the Wu Institute were packed tightly together.

  On the high platform, several judges' seats were set up. On both sides of the platform, many positions were built, similar to football stadium stands.

  Everyone smiled and greeted when they saw An Shizi arrive, but when they saw Tang Song following behind him, they were all puzzled.

  Tang Song's exposure in Wangdu is really too low, except for the two conflicts with the White family, it can be said that the outside world knows nothing about him.

  This is not the world of past lives, and information dissemination is not developed. Everyone may have heard of Tang Song who injured Bai Yang, but there are only a few people who really know Tang Song.

  However, since it was brought by Anshi Zi, everyone showed a friendly face.

  An Shizi smiled and greeted these people with ease. Although the An family's situation had now reached a critical juncture, he couldn't show it in front of them.

  Two people walked up to the edge of the viewing platform. A young man about the same age as Tang Song smiled and said, "Big brother, Brother Tang, you've arrived."

  This is An Shizi's second younger brother, An Shi Lun. He was one of the few people in the younger generation of the An family who knew Tang Song's identity when he first entered the palace.

  "Good." An Shizi greeted his brother and asked, "Are all the seats arranged?"

  An Shilun said: "Everything has been arranged, we will be sitting in the first row later."

  An Shizi then looked at Tang Song, and Tang Song expressed that he didn't care. Although the first row could see clearly, it was also the easiest to be affected.

  So generally those who sit in the front row are strong and confident warriors.

  An Shizi saw that Tang Song had no opinion, so he naturally didn't have one either. He said: "Then let's just sit here. By the way, hasn't Third Sister arrived yet?"

  An Shilun smiled and said: "Big brother, you're not unaware that Sanmei has never come so early before. It's already good enough for her to arrive before the martial competition starts."

  An Shizi could only respond with a wry smile.

  After the three sat down, more and more young people came over to greet them.

  However, Tang Song felt a hostile gaze and looked in the direction of the gaze. It was a young man on the opposite platform who was staring at him with a gloomy face, his eyes filled with resentment.

  An Shizi noticed something unusual about Tang Song and looked over at the opposite side, then whispered in Tang Song's ear: "That is someone from the Bai family."

  Tang Song was stunned. The White family's claws that had been stretched out had withdrawn again. According to An Shizi's speculation, they must be brewing an even bigger conspiracy.

  However, it seems that Tang and Song were mostly waiting for the host's people to arrive.

  So far, An Jia still hasn't figured out just how high the cultivation of this group of people from the Bai family's main house is.

  "That's Bai Yang's brother, Bai Mu. He has a ruthless personality and is good at calculating people." An Shizi saw that Tang Song didn't turn back, so he quickly explained a few more sentences, afraid that Tang Song would be careless and suffer losses in the hands of Bai Mu.

  Tang Song nodded, and saw that the white-eyed person opposite him suddenly whispered a few words to the person next to him. The person next to him immediately nodded and left.

  Along that person's line of sight, Tang Song saw him say something to someone else, and then it spread further. Later, the man returned to Bai Mu's side.

  His face suddenly revealed a smile, and he looked at Tang Song with a playful expression.

  He looked at Tang Song with a bewildered expression, thinking that this guy had some nerve problems, and suddenly laughed out of nowhere, as if he had just been hit by a pie falling from the sky.

  Soon, a middle-aged man jumped onto the high platform, looked around, and waited for everyone to quiet down before speaking: "Students, I am Teacher Li Shuren of the Martial Institute. I believe all of you are familiar with me. The triennial Secret Realm quota competition is about to begin; students who have signed up, please get ready."

  Tang Song asked in surprise: "Applicants? Young Master, won't all the students of Wu Yuan be able to sign up and compete?"

  An Shizi's face was filled with helplessness as he said, "Indeed it is."

  Tang Song was dumbfounded, this treatment of An Jia is so unfair!

  Each of the big families and sects originally had a certain quota, now they can also compete for Anjia's quota in the Martial Institute, isn't this bullying?

  "This provision was added in recent years, and there was no such provision before."

  The tone of An Shizi's words deeply shocked Tang Song, making him once again feel the true spirit of the mainland's law of survival: the strong prey on the weak.

  This is simply blatant robbery, this is going to crush Anjia to death!

  He finally understood why An Jia Ning was willing to take out An Shan Old Wang's cultivation notes, all of which were given by these guys.

  If Anshan Kingdom loses the title of Eighth-Rank Kingdom, the fate of House An will be even more miserable.

  Just as Li Shuren was about to announce the start of the martial competition, a voice suddenly rang out, "Teacher Li, I heard that this time someone can get a spot in the secret realm without going through the competition, is it true?"

  Tang Song took a glance and found that the person speaking was the first object of conversation beside Bai Mu earlier.

  He finally understood why Baimu would suddenly laugh, this guy was indeed a master of conspiracy and calculation. Knowing that he had already secured a spot, he used this method to plot against himself.

  As expected, everyone heard that someone had locked in a spot and they all started discussing it.

  Li Shuren was somewhat embarrassed, locking in the quota ahead of time was a royal regulation. He was just a teacher at the Martial Institute and didn't have the qualifications to change anything.

  But now someone questions him, and he cannot avoid answering.

  "This disciple, I'm not too clear about this matter. If you have any doubts, go ask the chief instructor." The chief instructor of Anshan Martial Arts Institute is An Maolin, the second uncle of An Shizi.

  "Crown Prince, I heard you also know about this matter, can you clarify whether it's true or not?" At that moment, another voice rang out.

  "We also heard that the person who got the quota ahead of time was the one sitting next to the Grand Prince, is it true?" Someone started asking again.

  Tang Song rolled her eyes, what's with "heard", obviously she just found out a moment ago, yet acting as if she knew all along.