At the critical moment, Chen Chang'an and Da Huang finally appeared.
The sight of this man-and-dog duo left the crowd utterly stunned.
After all, such a pairing was quite rare!
"It's him!"
"It's him!"
At this moment, both Liu Chengfeng and Liu Mengyan's expressions changed drastically.
Wasn't this the very same Chen Family Ancestor they had seen at the Chen Family that day?
He was here?
He had actually followed them here?
"Who? Who is he?" the Liu Family Head asked gravely.
"Back at the Chen Family, he was the ancestor Chen Zhengyuan spoke of."
"Chen Chang'an!"
Liu Chengfeng's voice boomed, whether out of sheer terror or not, his words were practically roared.
"Chen Family Ancestor?"
"What's going on? The Chen Family has an ancestor?"
"Holy shit, I remember now! Back when the Chen Family first arrived in the Great Zhou Kingdom, they mentioned having an ancestor who was taken away by a powerful expert."
"Yeah, yeah! Now that you mention it, everyone dismissed it as the Chen Family boasting. If they really had such an ancestor, why would they come to a place like ours?"
"Could it be that this man truly is the Chen Family Ancestor? But he looks barely older than Chen Yunxuan!"
"And his cultivation… Core Formation Realm, First Level?"
The appearance of the Chen Family Ancestor was explosive news. Everyone scrutinized Chen Chang'an, whispering among themselves.
Cheng Yushu was also baffled. Since when did the Chen Family have an ancestor?
And he didn’t seem all that impressive, did he?
Aside from being absurdly handsome, he gave off no sense of threat whatsoever.
Ignoring the murmurs, Chen Chang'an turned his gaze toward Chen Yunxuan.
Chen Yunxuan's performance had pleasantly surprised him.
The reason he had let Chen Yunxuan face this alone wasn’t just because he had gone to retrieve the fetal pearl—that wasn’t the real reason.
For Chen Yunxuan to truly grow, he needed to face crises on his own.
Tempering wasn’t just talk; it required real experience.
"My apologies, everyone."
"My junior from the Chen Family might need to borrow some of your time."
"If you’re not in a hurry, please wait." Chen Chang'an smiled faintly.
"You’re the Chen Family Ancestor?" Uncle Liu frowned, unsure how to react.
"Is there a problem?" Chen Chang'an asked with a smile.
Seeing how utterly unbothered Chen Chang'an was, as if none of them mattered, Uncle Liu hesitated, glancing at Cheng Yushu for guidance.
Cheng Yushu’s mind was in turmoil.
He had just come here representing the Cheng Family as a guest—why was he being dragged into this mess?
The Lord of the Great Zhou Kingdom paid no attention to Chen Chang'an, his focus entirely on Da Huang.
A talking dog!
This had to be that legendary talking dog!
What should he do?
What could he possibly do?
Rely on the Cheng Family?
No, the Cheng Family couldn’t be counted on.
The Lord of the Great Zhou Kingdom glanced at Cheng Yushu and saw the unease in his expression.
He couldn’t wait any longer.
The situation had escalated beyond reconciliation. He refused to sit idle.
If the Cheng Family wouldn’t act, he would have to take matters into his own hands.
"Give the order. Mobilize the 200,000 troops outside."
"First, eliminate Chen Yunxuan. Then deal with that Chen Family Ancestor and the yellow dog."
"No matter what it takes, swarm them. I refuse to believe he can slaughter 200,000 men in one go."
Left with no choice, the Lord of the Great Zhou Kingdom resorted to sheer numbers.
Even if they couldn’t kill the Chen Family Ancestor, taking down Chen Yunxuan would at least be some consolation.
Otherwise, the entire royal family would be wiped out for nothing.
"Uncle Liu, let’s go."
Cheng Yushu’s sudden words only solidified the Lord’s resolve to fight to the death.
So, Cheng Yushu really intended to wash his hands of this.
For the Cheng Family, there was no need to invite unnecessary trouble. If the royal family fell, they could always install a new ruler for the Great Zhou Kingdom.
Cheng Yushu and Uncle Liu’s departure heightened the tension in the air.
Da Huang glanced at Chen Chang'an. "You’re just letting them leave?"
"What else? They’re Yunxuan’s opponents. Let him handle them himself."
"I’m too strong. It wouldn’t be fair if I intervened." Chen Chang'an chuckled.
Hearing this, Da Huang shot him a look of disdain.
Too strong? Sure, Chen Chang'an’s combat prowess was monstrous, but he had only just begun cultivating—his cultivation was merely at the Core Formation Realm, First Level.
In terms of raw power, he wasn’t a match for Uncle Liu. He just couldn’t be killed, that’s all.
"Did you see that?"
"Yeah."
"Holy shit, the dog talked?"
"Hallucination. Must be a hallucination. Dogs can’t talk!"
"Maybe it’s mutated?"
"Good point. That dog is a mutant!"
Da Huang’s human speech left everyone dumbfounded. Most didn’t even consider the possibility of him being a high-level spirit beast.
In their limited understanding, such creatures didn’t exist.
Truly, ignorance was bliss.
"I don’t care if you’re the Chen Family Ancestor or just a Core Formation Realm First Level fraud."
"And I don’t give a damn why that dog of yours can talk."
"But today, the royal family will not let you leave here unscathed."
"Even if we die, we’ll drag you down with us!"
The Lord of the Great Zhou Kingdom’s sudden outburst took everyone by surprise.
With the Cheng Family gone, why was he suddenly so bold?
Unless…
"Oh no, the Lord is planning mutual destruction!"
"Damn it! How did a simple engagement banquet turn into this?"
"Let’s get out of here before we’re caught in the crossfire!"
"Yeah, hurry! It’s now or never!"
The guests finally remembered to flee, but it was too late.
The 200,000 troops outside the palace had long been ready, awaiting the Lord’s command to strike.
"He seems to be underestimating you," Da Huang remarked with a grin.
"I think he’s underestimating you," Chen Chang'an replied nonchalantly.
"Huh. Fair point."
"But just so we’re clear, I won’t intervene unless absolutely necessary. This is your show."
Da Huang was perfectly content to sit back and enjoy the spectacle. Where was the fun if he got involved?
"Fine, I’ll handle it."
"But keep things under control for me. Don’t let them cause trouble."
"Let’s see how effective this second fetal pearl is!" Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
"No problem."
Chen Chang'an smiled faintly, then activated his cultivation technique. In an instant, the surrounding spiritual energy surged like a tidal wave, rushing once more into his body.
"What's going on?"
"This… where did all the spiritual energy suddenly disappear to?"
"It's him! He's actually cultivating?"
"What? He’s really cultivating? Does that mean… he truly is only at the first level of the Core Formation Realm?"
"At this point, it seems so!"
"But the speed at which he’s absorbing spiritual energy is absurd! It feels like in just a blink, all the spiritual energy in the entire capital has vanished!"
"Terrifying!"
"A monster… another monster has appeared!"
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.
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.”
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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."
