The next morning.
Canglong Imperial Palace.
Countless ministers and generals brought their most outstanding sons into the imperial palace.
Today was the Canglong Dynasty's biggest event, the Enthronement Ceremony, with all officials entering the palace. It was the best opportunity for many ministers and generals to be promoted.
Outside the palace, three figures appeared in many people's sight, attracting the attention of countless minister sons.
"General Ye Haotian!" Voices rang out one after another.
Although everyone knew that after today, Ye Haotian would no longer be the Protector General, at least for now he still was, so they had to give him enough face.
Ye Haotian paid no attention to these people. He knew their ugly faces. He just kept walking towards the palace gate.
"Arrogant, what for?" After today, he would no longer be the Protector General of Feiyuncanglong. The Protector General could only be General Yue Guan of Yueguan Pass.
"Humph, he can only be complacent for a while. After noon, it will be time for his fall from power."
"What a pity, to have such a useless son."
At this moment, a deep and majestic voice sounded not far away.
"General Ye, I didn't expect you to be more impatient than me."
All eyes looked over. All the ministers unanimously gave way with respectful salutes.
"Greetings to General Yue Guan, Holy Son Yue Wuya."
The treatment was worlds apart from Ye Haotian's.
Ye Haotian stopped. Yue Guan and Yue Wuya slowly walked over behind him.
Yue Guan looked at Ye Haotian with a fierce grin. "General Ye, thank you for your guidance over the years, otherwise I wouldn't have reached my current position."
Ye Haotian's gaze turned cold. What position?
Yue Guan smiled indifferently. "General Ye seems to be out of the loop. Don't you know that last night, the Retired Emperor invited me and my son Yue Wuya, along with Beibingxing, to a night banquet?"
Ye Haotian's brows knitted. He said solemnly, "So what?"
Yue Guan shook his head and smiled contemptuously. "General Ye doesn't seem to know. Being invited by the Retired Emperor means something, doesn't it? So General Yue thinks he has secured the position of Protector General?"
A cold voice suddenly rang out.
At this voice, many people's expressions changed in shock.
Because it wasn't Ye Haotian who had spoken, but Ye Xiu standing next to him!
He actually spoke to Yue Guan in this manner!
Yue Guan's expression turned icy cold. His gaze, like a sword, swept over Ye Xiu. He sneered, "What do you think?"
Ye Xiu stared into Yue Guan's eyes. Yue Guan was a peak Star Force Realm Ninth Heaven powerhouse. Facing such a gaze, ordinary people wouldn't dare to meet his eyes, but Ye Xiu didn't move his eyes one bit.
There is a saying, "Those with wolf's heart and dog's lungs are destined to receive heaven's punishment!"
Boom!
These words exploded like a bomb among the crowd. The "wolf hearted" and "dog lunged" one Ye Xiu referred to was undoubtedly General Yue Guan!
Then Ye Xiu continued, "Oh right, I forgot to say, Yue Guan's son Yue Wuya may be the Holy Son, but in my hands, he can't withstand a single move."
Ye Xiu said it very casually.
The many ministers suddenly burst into loud laughter.
Yue Wuya unable to withstand a single move from Ye Xiu?
Simply preposterous!
Firstly, their identities: one was the Holy Son, the other an ordinary outer sect disciple who had been demoted.
Secondly, their strength: Yue Wuya was already at the peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Star Force Realm at just eighteen, with strength over 220,000 catties. He was absolutely top-notch among most Ninth Heaven geniuses of the same age, an undisputedly supreme monster talent.
Yet Ye Xiu actually said Yue Wuya couldn't withstand a single move?
Yue Wuya's expression instantly turned icy. This brat really was courting death with every word!
Yue Guan coldly laughed, not bothering with Ye Xiu. He looked at Ye Haotian and said, "General Ye, your son is born with a mental illness. I don't blame him, but I hope General Ye understands to watch your son's mouth, otherwise there may be consequences even you don't want to see."
Ye Haotian immediately grabbed Yue Guan's collar and glared at him. "Yue Guan, if you want to say it then say it to me directly! If you say another bad word about my son, don't blame me for taking action against you here!"
Majestic fighting intent erupted in an instant.
Ye Haotian was also a peak Star Force Realm Ninth Heaven powerhouse. In terms of strength, he was a bit stronger than Yue Guan.
Yue Guan removed Ye Haotian's hand. Why should he bother with someone about to be trampled underfoot? When he became Protector General, he could wantonly torment Ye Haotian and Ye Xiu.
Yue Guan sneered. "General Ye, rather than getting angry, why not enjoy your last moments? After today, you'll no longer be Protector General."
After saying this, Yue Guan directly left.
Ye Xiu watched Yue Guan's departing back, a strange cold smile emerging on his lips.
Father, don't worry. I'm no longer the old Ye Xiu. The current me has shed my skin.
When the enthronement ceremony happens, I will personally prove to everyone just how unable Yue Wuya is to withstand a single move!
I think so too. The young master's return this time has undergone earth-shattering changes. The general also heard yesterday that the young master comprehended the meaning within music. Such talent is definitely heaven-defying! Fan Tong firmly held the Green Dragon Blade as he spoke fervently.
Ye Haotian felt complicated, not because he didn't believe in Ye Xiu, but because he knew Yue Wuya's talent was indeed strong. At just eighteen, he had already reached the peak of the Ninth Heaven of the Star Force Realm, far surpassing most people of the same age.
"Let's go." Ye Haotian sighed.
The three of them came before two great halls. A eunuch came up.
"General Ye, many ministers and even His Majesty and the Retired Emperor have been waiting for you for breakfast. Please follow me."
Then, Ye Xiu and Ye Haotian/Fan Tong split up.
Ye Xiu was brought to the palace where many prince and princess were having breakfast.
Upon entering the hall, a heart-warming fragrance assailed his nose.
Ye Xiu looked up and when he saw the girl's appearance, his eyes suddenly turned icy cold.
It was her!
Cang Xuanyue!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
