Facing Huangfu Yunteng's frantic, maddened roars, a trace of heartache surfaced on the face of the somewhat aged figure.
Saint-grade pills were extremely precious even to the Huangfu Family, not the slightest bit inferior to a Quasi-Saint weapon.
Using it just like this on a Void Refinement cultivator like Huangfu Yunteng was truly somewhat of a waste.
But he had no choice. This nephew of his was the future of the Huangfu Family. Whether the family could take another step forward entirely depended on the heights Huangfu Yunteng could reach in the future.
Huangfu Cheng slowly closed his eyes, fell silent for a moment, and opened them again, his gaze now carrying endless killing intent.
The waste of a Saint-grade pill would be exacted from this Li Yu.
Clatter, clatter...
Amidst the ruins, under the rescue efforts of Zi Ling'er and Little Nannan, Mo Tianxiao's figure finally emerged.
Crackle, crackle.
Mo Tianxiao opened his blood-red eyes, a flash of hostility passing through his gaze, followed by a sharp intake of breath through gritted teeth.
"Damn it, I was still too impatient."
The other party's mere shout had nearly shattered his bones. This was a Saint Realm expert; they didn't even need to make a move. Just a sliver of their aura could easily suppress him.
He could only blame himself for being too hasty, letting the miserable state of Huangfu Yunteng go to his head.
Seeing Huangfu Yunteng on his last breath, he had entertained the fluke idea of finishing him off in one fell swoop.
The result was obvious. There was no way the Huangfu Family would just stand by and watch. A Child of Destiny was not so easily killed.
"Senior Brother! Are you alright?"
"Brother!"
Zi Ling'er and Little Nannan looked at Mo Tianxiao with eyes full of extreme worry, reaching out to support him.
"I'm fine. Aside from feeling a bit weak, it's nothing major."
Mo Tianxiao revealed a harmless smile. His gaze shifted toward the old man standing beside Huangfu Yunteng in the distance, and his eyes narrowed.
The big fish had finally taken the bait.
"Boy, kneel down and kowtow to apologize to Yunteng, and I will leave you an intact corpse."
Huangfu Cheng stood with his hands behind his back, endless coldness shooting from his eyes. His tone was icy, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
That lofty demeanor made him look like an emperor sitting upon a dragon throne, capable of deciding life and death with a single word.
A Saint Realm expert. A Saint Realm expert of the Huangfu Family had actually intervened. To interfere in a struggle between the younger generation—they had completely thrown away their face.
The surrounding cultivators watching the show didn't even dare to breathe heavily, much less utter a word of discussion.
This was a Saint Realm expert, an existence rarely seen in ordinary times, let alone seeing one take action.
Yet today, the Huangfu Family had actually sent out a Saint Realm expert to deal with a Profundity Realm cultivator. If word of this got out, it would be enough to make the other major powers laugh their heads off.
However, in this Immortal City, even if the Huangfu Family couldn't completely blot out the sky with one hand, they were pretty close to it.
Even if the spectating cultivators felt disdain for such behavior in their hearts, they didn't dare say a single word.
In the Huangfu Family's home turf, they were the heavens!
Lin Wuya's body even began to tremble as he continuously wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling unbelievably nervous.
It had already come to this, so why hadn't anyone from the Yaochi Heavenly Palace come out to hold the fort? They should at least send someone to back them up so he could feel somewhat reassured.
Otherwise, just watching like this, he was terrified for Little Nannan's safety.
Zi Ling'er's parents also gritted their teeth, their eyes full of fear and worry.
The Huangfu Family was completely shameless, actually dispatching a Saint Realm elder!
"Me? Kowtow to him?"
Mo Tianxiao rested one hand on Zi Ling'er's shoulder, struggling to stand up. With his other hand, he directly raised his middle finger at Huangfu Cheng, his tone full of contempt:
"Old thing, are you so damn old that you've gone senile? Is he even worthy?"
His words, as cold as an icy hell, reached everyone's ears, instantly freezing everyone present into ice sculptures!
A bone-piercing chill rose in everyone's hearts.
How dare he!?
How dare he speak such words to a Saint Realm expert!
How dare he provoke a Saint Realm expert!?
Let alone the irrelevant cultivators around them, even Huangfu Yunteng hadn't expected Mo Tianxiao to still dare to be so arrogant when facing a Saint Realm expert!
What gave him the courage...
Huangfu Cheng narrowed his eyes, his expression unchanging. "Good boy, you truly do not fear death!"
If it were any other time, if someone dared to speak to him like this, he would have long since slapped them to death, leaving not even ashes behind.
But facing Mo Tianxiao, he actually didn't dare to do so.
For the other party to dare to openly and single-handedly barge into the Huangfu Family, cripple Huangfu Yunteng, and even attempt to kill him—this was not something a rogue cultivator would dare to do.
He wasn't a brainless person; since the other party dared to do this, they must have something to rely on.
This was also the reason why the old fogeys of the Huangfu Family had been observing from the shadows all this time.
He had only come out to test the waters and see what the other party's background really was. To dare to be so arrogant and domineering, could it be that there was really something wrong with his head?
He absolutely didn't believe that a person with a mental problem could string Huangfu Yunteng up and beat him.
"Come, come, come! Kill me! If you don't kill me today, you're my grandson!"
Mo Tianxiao slapped his own cheeks, his arrogant appearance making the Huangfu Family's lackeys gnash their teeth in hatred.
Huangfu Cheng's gaze grew increasingly heavy, hideous veins popping up on his forehead.
"Make your move!"
Seeing Huangfu Cheng's furious expression, the corners of Mo Tianxiao's mouth curled up slightly, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Oh, I get it. You're afraid I have some sort of background, aren't you?"
"Don't be afraid. I already told you, I am an honorary elder of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace. Just an ordinary elder, no special status."
"Oh right, I forgot to mention. These two beside me, you probably don't know their identities yet, do you?"
Pulling a ferocious expression, Mo Tianxiao shouted loudly, "These two beside me are merely the personal disciples of Palace Master Su of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace. Their status certainly can't compare to your Huangfu Family's true dragon. You might as well just kill us all together."
Lin Wuya's cheeks twitched violently, his entire body trembling non-stop, his gaze shifting from shock to pure terror.
What had he just heard!?
Little Nannan had been taken in as a personal disciple by the Palace Master of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace!!
Everyone else could choose not to believe Mo Tianxiao's words, but he believed them!
If Nannan really had been taken in as a personal disciple by Palace Master Su, wouldn't his Lin Family be on the verge of a meteoric rise!
If that were truly the case, he wouldn't even fear the Huangfu Family!
"These two girls are Palace Master Su's personal disciples? Is Brother Li Yu joking?"
"Who says he isn't? Who in the entire Immortal City doesn't know that Palace Master Su never takes disciples? Even Su Muxue is only Palace Master Su's younger sister, not her disciple."
"Although I greatly admire Brother Li Yu, those words of his are indeed too fake."
Everyone knew the significance of a personal disciple.
A personal disciple meant legacy. Being Palace Master Su's personal disciple practically meant becoming the next Palace Master of the Yaochi Heavenly Palace.
The implications of this were far too massive.
A branch family member of the Zi Family and a little girl—how could they possibly be Palace Master Su's personal disciples?
"Hahahahaha...!"
Huangfu Cheng suddenly burst into loud laughter, Huangfu Yunteng also let out crazed laughter, and the members of the Zi Family laughed so hard they clutched their bellies.
Just who Zi Ling'er was, they knew all too well.
A runaway branch family member whose parents only had Profundity Realm cultivation. How could such an existence possibly catch the eye of Palace Master Su?
More importantly, had she even ever met Palace Master Su face-to-face?
Were they even qualified to meet an existence like Palace Master Su?
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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.
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
