The Demise of Bangja and the Death of Mujun

He was even revered by countless netizens as the founding master.

Of course, Chen Feng’s recent press conference also brought some negative effects to the public’s daily life.

Complaints flooded the internet.

“Can you believe it? The entire vegetable market doesn’t have any live poultry for sale.”

“I just wanted to buy a few chickens, but ended up waiting in line for eight hours.”

“Here, live chickens have skyrocketed from eighteen yuan per jin to eighty yuan per jin.”

“Nowadays, working at the slaughterhouse has become so bad that people are basically paying the boss to work.”

“Last night, there was a break-in at my pig farm. No pigs were stolen, but they all lost weight.”

…

Chen Feng felt helpless about all this.

“This wasn’t something I intended.”

“My original intention was never like this.”

Soon, Chen Feng was flown to Jiangcheng on a special plane arranged by the Martial Arts Association.

Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei had arrived early to pick him up.

This time, Chen Feng got to experience what it felt like to be a celebrity.

As soon as he stepped into the airport hall, he was swarmed by countless people taking photos.

Jin Youxi was so anxious she almost used her martial arts skills.

Fortunately, she managed to push through the crowd and threw herself into Chen Feng’s arms, crying loudly.

Liu Weiwei also squeezed through shortly after and likewise collapsed into Chen Feng’s embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

The two sisters unleashed all their worries, fears, insecurities, helplessness, and despair in that moment.

Chen Feng hurriedly patted their backs, trying to comfort them:

“It’s all my fault, Master. I made you worry.”

Back at the residential complex beside the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, Jin Youxi still clung to Chen Feng’s arm, unwilling to let go for even a second.

It wasn’t until the next day, when Yang Honghui came to pick Chen Feng up for the Martial Arts Association, that Jin Youxi reluctantly released her grip.

Upon entering the conference hall of the Jiangcheng Martial Arts Association, Chen Feng was taken aback.

The hall was packed with people.

Even the President was waiting inside.

There was also an elder sitting at the front whose status was on par with the President.

The nameplate before him read: “Director of the Martial Arts Association’s Secret Division.”

His rank was equivalent to that of the President.

The others present were all elders as well, though they had no nameplates.

Judging by their demeanor, their status was undoubtedly high.

Chen Feng couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous.

The President spoke first:

“Don’t be too tense. We just want to ask you about the Dragon Vein.”

Coincidentally, this was exactly what Chen Feng wanted to report on.

He took a deep breath and began:

“The Dragon Vein we’ve protected for over three hundred years is actually a forbidden zone called the Four Symbols Heavenly Gorge.”

“The words ‘Jade Mountain Yaochi, Kunlun Ancestral Vein’ were deliberately carved there by Zhang Bowen.”

“As for the true Dragon Vein, it lies somewhere else — almost like another world.”

“Basically, it doesn’t require our protection. Even if one wanted to enter, it would be extremely troublesome.”

…

Chen Feng revealed everything he knew.

The information was overwhelming.

Soul of the mountain and spirit of the water, flood dragon transforming into a dragon, Jade Mountain Yaochi, the Vermilion Fruit Tree, the giant turtle, the green immortal crane, the multicolored qilin.

The President was visibly shocked.

After Chen Feng finished, the President turned to an elder and said:

“Elder Zhang, what’s your take on this matter?”

The elder, who seemed half-asleep, slowly opened his eyes.

A hoarse, aged voice came from his mouth.

"Over three hundred years ago, our Zhang family ancestor fell in love with a woman from the Ancient Clan."

"Later, when Kunlun Mountain was first explored, the family sent a large group of people there."

"But everyone who went perished on Kunlun Mountain, and the exact details remain unknown."

"It was around that time that the legend of the Dragon Vein began to spread."

Chen Feng listened in astonishment.

He could sense that whatever happened three centuries ago was far from simple.

Unfortunately, the specifics were likely only recorded among the Kunlun remnants.

The President pondered for a moment before continuing to ask:

"Chen Feng, how much do you know about the Kunlun remnants?"

Chen Feng thought for a moment and replied:

"Not much in detail."

"The Kunlun remnants call themselves the Ancient Clan."

"Besides Zhang Bowen, I’ve only come into contact with one other person, Gu Qianqian."

"From her, I learned that most of the Ancient Clan members don’t welcome outsiders."

After asking some key questions, Chen Feng was escorted out.

As soon as he stepped out of the conference hall, several messages popped up on his phone.

Reading them, Chen Feng’s eyes narrowed slightly.

A surge of anger welled up inside him.

He looked at Yang Honghui beside him and said:

"Chairman Yang, regarding the merit award the Martial Arts Guild wants to give me, can I exchange it for something else?"

Yang Honghui was a bit surprised and replied:

"Although what you’re doing isn’t exactly proper, if you truly have special needs, just say so. I can help you report it to the higher-ups."

Originally, the Martial Arts Guild was going to publicly honor Chen Feng with an award and grant him generous rewards.

But now, something more important had come up—something concerning Jin Youxi’s grandfather.

Chen Feng looked at Yang Honghui and said:

"Chairman Yang, could you please appeal to the President to release my disciple’s grandfather?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Honghui immediately understood.

The old Korean enclave no longer existed.

Great Xia had established a new administrative district under the Wei family.

That area was still being swept clean.

It was said that both Martial Saints had escaped.

So far, nineteen Martial Revered Masters and hundreds of Grandmasters had been killed.

More than a dozen Martial Revered Masters and some Grandmasters had also fled ahead of time.

The place was basically ruined.

Yang Honghui quickly reported Chen Feng’s request to the President.

Upon receiving the report, the President frowned.

This matter would have been easy to handle if it involved someone else.

The difficulty lay in the fact that the Wei family had someone targeting Chen Feng.

However, Chen Feng had made great contributions to Great Xia this time.

He had dealt a heavy blow to the three hostile continental powers.

Moreover, after leaving Kunlun Mountain, he had helped the Martial Arts Guild ease the pressure from the Absorbing Star Technique.

"I’ll use my old face to cover your merits!"

Although Chen Feng refused the rewards and honors, insisting only on saving his disciple’s grandfather,

the President’s admiration for Chen Feng grew even deeper.

"Loyal and righteous, very good, very good."

When Chen Feng returned home,

he found Jin Youxi quietly sobbing.

The old Korean enclave was gone; it had become an administrative district under the Wei family,

which basically meant it was controlled by the Wei family.

The Wei family’s style was always straightforward and brutal.

Anyone who resisted, whether martial artist or not, was mercilessly killed.

As for the Martial Revered Masters, even if they didn’t resist, their martial arts would be crippled.

Originally, there had been eleven Martial Revered Masters in the enclave; now only three remained.

Most of the Martial Revered Masters still had their pride,

choosing to die in battle rather than surrender.

Only three had surrendered outright,

and among them was Old Master Jin.

At this moment, three disgraced Martial Sovereigns were locked up together.

One of them asked with some confusion,

“Old Jin, I didn’t expect you to surrender.”

“I thought, with your fiery temper, you’d go all out and fight them to the death.”

Old Jin sighed deeply.

He wanted to fight just as much.

But with one foot already in the grave, he didn’t want to spend the final chapter of his life as a prisoner.

And then there was his granddaughter still in Great Xia.

So he had no choice but to accept defeat and surrender outright, fearing any trouble might come to his granddaughter.

Just then, the guard in charge approached the door.

He opened the cell and pointed at Old Jin.

“You’re coming with me.”