"Clan leader?" Zhou Yang and Mu Han were both stunned.
"It has been decided by the Tianming Council of Elders of the two tribes that from now on, we will respect you as the head of the two tribes. This is also a matter for public discussion by hundreds of millions of people from the two tribes. Please do not refuse!" Zhong Zhenguo gave another salute.
Zhou Yang looked at his father.
Zhou Huaiyuan smiled and nodded.
Zhou Yang is already the clan leader of the two clans, and Zhou Huaiyuan is a member of the Tian clan, so he naturally needs to be treated with courtesy. This has nothing to do with elders and younger ones.
"In that case, I will not refuse." Zhou Yang did not show any pretense and readily agreed, claiming that he would change his mind.
Not to mention his contribution to the Tianming Clan, just because of his cultivation in the middle stage of God Control, he should be the leader of the Celestial Clan.
The Ming Clan would also elect him as the clan leader, which he did not expect, because after all, he was only a member of the Celestial Clan, not the Ming Clan.
But when I think about it, I feel relieved. They are connected by destiny and the two clans are one. In the past, the two clans were of equal strength, so they naturally had their own clan leaders.
However, now that his cultivation level is much higher than that of the clan leaders of the two clans, it is natural to rule the two clans.
Zhou Yang didn't care about being the clan leader, but being respected by hundreds of millions of people from both clans would invisibly benefit the power of his bloodline, which had only advantages and no disadvantages.
Next, Zhong Zhenguo and other elders reported on the construction matters of the past three months respectively. After Zhou Yang explained a few words, everyone dispersed.
One day a few months later, a childish cry, not a cry, came from the Yangtian Palace. It was a little vague at first and could not be heard clearly at all.
"You are dad, you are mom, dad, mom!" But after a moment, the childish voice became clear and clear.
"Oh, my dear!" Zhou Yang picked up his son and kissed him again and again.
"This, this, a monster!" Myolie and the two female nuns who delivered the baby were frightened as if they had seen a ghost.
This child was able to run around all over the place after he was born, and after only a few moments, he recognized his parents and screamed out loud, "Is this still a human being?"
It's no wonder that their realm is too low and they have never heard of this matter, let alone seen it.
"Sister Xing'er, there is nothing strange about a child born to a cultivator of Xu Shen being born able to speak, born capable of walking, and born capable of cultivating."
Mu Han was sitting on the bed in the bedroom, her face exuding a strong maternal glow, like a goddess.
She is right. From the second year onwards, the fetus has been fully formed and gradually formed thinking and memory. It will remember what the parents have said and done, and will even gradually understand the external environment and absorb the mother's cultivation. Because, it is not surprising that he can speak, do, and practice.
"You didn't tell me earlier, but you shocked me." Xing'er patted her chest and let out a long breath.
The expressions of the two midwife nuns also returned to normal.
After hearing Mu Han talk about this matter, Zhou Yang finally remembered to check his son's cultivation.
"Late Kaiyuan period!"
"Late Kaiyuan period?" Mu Han couldn't believe it and asked hurriedly.
"That's right, the seventh level of Kaiyuan is in the later stage." Zhou Yang didn't believe it at first, but after another investigation, he was sure.
"Little Yangzi, I remember that when you were sixteen, you were at the fourth level of Kaiyuan, right?" Myolie's eyes widened at first, and then she teased Zhou Yang.
"Hahaha, Sister Xing'er, you have a really good memory!" Zhou Yang not only didn't feel embarrassed, but laughed out loud, extremely happy.
His son was born at the seventh level of Kaiyuan. He was even more evil than that old guy Mu Zifeng when he was a child. He was also physically stronger and could compete with those in the later stage of Lingtai. How could he not be happy?
The most important thing is that this child's cultivation qualifications and foundation are too high and solid, hundreds of times better than Zhou Yang's when he was a child.
It seems that Shanhaidan plays a really big role.
"Daddy, you are always clinging to Mom's belly, eavesdropping on my conversations and watching me practice." The child's milky voice amused Myolie and the two female cultivators.
Mu Han's pretty face turned red, a little embarrassed.
Zhou Yang also looked embarrassed, but he reacted quickly and hurriedly carried his son to the bed and asked him to call him mother.
The little guy immediately threw himself into Mu Han's arms, screaming endlessly.
Mu Han became a mother for the first time and kissed her son non-stop.
"The eyes are like Mu Han, and the face is like you. He is a beautiful little man!" Xing'er looked at the child, then at Mu Han, and then at Zhou Yang.
"I have great faith in Sister Xing'er's eyesight." Mu Han smiled as brightly as a flower.
"By the way, little Yangzi, is it time for you to give your child a name?" Xing'er seemed to think of something and asked Xiang Zhou Yang.
"Sister Xing'er is right, let's give the child a name!" Mu Han also said.
"His grandfather and master will arrive later. Let's give this right to them. Do you think it's okay, son?" Zhou Yang took the little guy's hand and asked for his opinion.
"What are grandpa and master? Is it fun?" The little guy tilted his head and asked Zhou Yang.
Zhou Yang and Mu Han had dark looks on their faces.
Xing'er snorted and couldn't help laughing.
It's great to be born with the ability to speak, but it's such a pain in the ass.
"Son, grandpa is not a thing, but a person. He is your father's father, and the master is your father's uncle." Mu Han taught while stroking his son's little head.
"Okay, okay, dad, I want your dad and your uncle to give me a good name!" The little guy clapped his hands and looked at Zhou Yang.
There were more black lines on Zhou Yang's face.
After a while, everyone arrived. Zhou Yang carried the little guy out of the bedroom and sat on the throne in the main hall.
Mu Han was a strong man at the peak of the Virtual God. He didn't mention confinement at all. After cleaning up, he also left the dormitory.
After a while, a large group of people rushed in after hearing the news, especially Zhou Huaiyuan, who rushed in like a gust of wind.
"My good grandson!" His ugly face turned into a flower with a smile, and he hugged the little guy directly.
"Ah... ghost!" The little guy cried in fright, burying himself in Zhou Yang's arms and not daring to raise his head.
Zhou Huaiyuan was stunned for a moment and subconsciously touched his face before he woke up.
People are used to seeing this ugly face of mine and don't feel anything at all, but this is the first time they see their darling grandson, and it really scares the little guy.
Thanks to the fact that this little guy was born to be a cultivator, and he was born in the late Kaiyuan period, any ordinary child would be frightened and fainted with just one glance.
Zhou Yang and Mu Han were embarrassed and ignored the matter.
Luo Gang laughed.
"Don't be afraid, kid. This is grandpa, your father's father." Mu Han stroked his son's little head and comforted him.
"Daddy's daddy, so ugly!" The little guy still didn't dare to look up, but because of his bloodline, he was born with a sense of closeness. However, daddy's daddy looked too scary, so he still felt a little resistant.
"Little guy, my grandpa was even prettier than your dad!" Mu Han soothed softly.
"Really? How did grandpa become like this? Was he beaten by grandpa's father because grandpa was naughty?" The little guy overcame his fear and turned his head little by little.
