Chen Changsheng did not know that after he left, some interesting things had happened on the mountain.
At this time, he had already arrived at the mountain gate of Mingyu Palace, and also met the Golden Core expert from the Great Yan royal family.
This Golden Core expert was actually an extremely heroic and beautiful young woman.
This female Golden Core cultivator seemed to know what Chen Changsheng looked like, as she respectfully bowed to him the moment she saw him.
"Greetings, Patriarch of the Chen family. Yan Qing takes the liberty of visiting this time because of a matter concerning your safety."
"Oh? Concerning my safety? Elaborate."
Chen Changsheng became interested. He was now a Nascent Soul cultivator. Was there anything in this Great Yan Kingdom that could threaten his safety?
"Does the Patriarch still remember the Supreme Elder of the Xuanyu Sect, Wang Xuan?"
Hearing this long-lost familiar name, Chen Changsheng's eyes grew a bit solemn.
"I was the one he expelled from the Xuanyu Sect, how could I not remember him? What happened to him?"
"Just half an hour ago, that Wang Xuan suddenly appeared in my Great Yan Royal Palace and sought out my royal family's Patriarch. He claimed that you killed his direct descendant and that he is here to seek revenge against you."
"What!? Half an hour ago!?" Chen Changsheng became anxious and immediately prepared to turn into a rainbow and fly towards Tianyun City.
However, Yan Qing hurriedly stopped him, "Please calm down, Patriarch. That Wang Xuan is currently being held off by Patriarch Crimson Flame at the Great Yan royal family."
"Good, good, good! I will head to the Great Yan Royal Palace right now to lend Patriarch Crimson Flame a hand!" After that, directly under Yan Qing's dumbfounded gaze, he turned into a divine rainbow and flew in the direction of the Great Yan Royal Palace.
Yan Qing: "..."
Wait! I came here to advise you to temporarily avoid his edge!
...
The sky above the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom was already densely covered with dark clouds.
Two powerful forces of heaven and earth collided with each other.
One was as blazing and powerful as the great sun.
While the other aura was as cold and bright as the white moon.
The two great auras were evenly matched, and the atmosphere was incredibly tense for a time.
"Crimson Flame! Are you really going to do this!? That Chen Changsheng is just an abandoned disciple of my Xuanyu Sect. After I crippled his foundation, he was actually able to break through from Foundation Establishment to Nascent Soul in less than two hundred years. Aren't you curious about what kind of fortuitous encounter he obtained?"
"Hmph! There are so many fortuitous encounters in the whole world. Getting it is my luck, losing it is my fate. Moreover, that Chen Changsheng is also a person of my Great Yan Kingdom."
"My Great Yan Kingdom has only produced such a young Nascent Soul expert after so many years, and you want to strangle him in the cradle with just a few light words? You look ugly, but you sure think beautifully!"
In the forbidden grounds of the Great Yan Royal Palace, which was already enveloped by a massive formation, Wang Xuan looked at Patriarch Crimson Flame with an extremely ugly expression.
He didn't expect that this Patriarch Crimson Flame, who had never even met Chen Changsheng, would actually completely disregard his face and insist on protecting Chen Changsheng.
If he had known this earlier, he wouldn't have come to greet Patriarch Crimson Flame in the first place.
Half an hour had already passed; Chen Changsheng's shadow was probably nowhere to be seen by now.
Looking at Wang Xuan's increasingly ugly expression, Patriarch Crimson Flame felt secretly pleased in his heart.
To be honest, the reason he stopped Wang Xuan was partly because he greatly cherished Chen Changsheng's talent, but on the other hand, it was because he had long been displeased with the cultivators of the Tianluo Kingdom.
Didn't they just have a dozen or so more Nascent Soul cultivators than his Great Yan Kingdom?
Each and every one of them swaggered in front of his Great Yan Kingdom, making it seem as if the Great Yan Kingdom was their subordinate faction.
But precisely because of this, he only dared to trap Wang Xuan and didn't want to deal a killing blow to him at all.
After all, including himself, his Great Yan Kingdom only had four Nascent Soul cultivators.
Moreover, the other three Nascent Soul cultivators were not much younger than him, yet their cultivation was still stuck at the early Nascent Soul stage.
In contrast, Wang Xuan's Xuanyu Sect alone had four Nascent Soul stage experts. Furthermore, apart from the current Sect Master of the Xuanyu Sect, the other three Supreme Elders were all cultivators at or above the fourth level of the Nascent Soul stage.
"Good, good, good! This old man came to inform you out of respect for your face. Since you give me no face at all, then don't blame me for tearing up all cordiality!"
After Wang Xuan finished speaking, an artifact flew out from his dantian.
Seeing this, Patriarch Crimson Flame narrowed his brows.
The Xuanyu Bell.
The supreme protective treasure of the Xuanyu Sect, a mid-grade Spirit Artifact.
One must know that it was a Spirit Artifact. It inherently contained extremely strong spirituality, and even if it activated autonomously, it could rival a Nascent Soul cultivator.
If it was controlled in the hands of a cultivator, it would be even more terrifyingly powerful.
"How could you possibly bring the Xuanyu Bell out of the Xuanyu Sect!?"
"Hahahaha! This old man is about to die anyway. After I die, I couldn't care less even if a great flood deluges the heavens!"
The Xuanyu Bell held a special status within the Xuanyu Sect. Normally, it was held in rotation by their three great Supreme Elders, and it just so happened to be under his control for this century.
Now that his lifespan was about to run out, the secret technique of possessing a descendant's body was also useless to him.
Therefore, he no longer cared about the sect's orders and directly brought this mid-grade Spirit Artifact out with him.
"Old Ghost Chiyan! Since you have decided to stop this old man, then be prepared to pay the price of having the entire Great Yan Kingdom destroyed!"
Having said that, the body of the Xuanyu Bell trembled slightly, and the entire forbidden grounds of the royal palace seemed to fall into a standstill in time.
In the next moment, an incomparably terrifying aura radiated outwards with the Xuanyu Bell at its center, frantically sweeping out in all directions.
Patriarch Crimson Flame's Crimson Flame Domain, broken!
The Great Yan Royal Palace's restrictive formation, broken!
At this moment, the entire Great Yan Royal Palace was also mercilessly destroyed by more than half, as if it had experienced a natural disaster.
And this was only because Patriarch Crimson Flame and the formation had blocked most of its might.
"Wang Xuan, you old scoundrel! Die for me!"
Patriarch Crimson Flame spat out a mouthful of reverse blood, and then attacked in anger.
He never expected that hundreds of years of his painstaking efforts would actually be mostly destroyed by a single thought of his.
One must know that the formation of the Great Yan Royal Palace was set up by a Nascent Soul expert proficient in the Dao of Formations, whom he had invited at a great price.
Now it was completely destroyed, with no possibility of repair.
How could he not be furious.
From Patriarch Crimson Flame's dantian, a resplendent golden treasure wheel flew out in an instant.
It was impressively his intrinsic magic treasure.
A top-grade magic treasure, the Great Sun Wheel.
As soon as the Great Sun Wheel appeared, it was like a small sun containing endless divine might, speeding towards Wang Xuan.
"Hahaha! Weak, weak, weak! Today, I will let you witness the power of a Spirit Artifact!"
Facing the Great Sun Wheel attacking him, Wang Xuan didn't panic in the slightest. With merely a thought from his divine sense, the Xuanyu Bell instantly appeared in front of him.
It crashed into the peerlessly mighty small sun.
However, although a top-grade magic treasure was strong, how could it be a match for a mid-grade Spirit Artifact?
In just a moment, the small sun was sent flying back, turning back into the shape of a treasure wheel and returning to Patriarch Crimson Flame's hands.
Patriarch Crimson Flame looked at the Great Sun Wheel in his hands. Fine cracks had already appeared on it. A look of heartache surfaced on his face, while a trace of regret also arose in his heart.
Wang Xuan, you brought the Xuanyu Bell with you, why the hell didn't you say so earlier!
I wouldn't have been able to stop it anyway.
But you just had to bicker with me here for half the day, making me think you just didn't want to face me.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
