Is there such a thing as delayed self-defense?
The lag is way too high.
Yang Honghui was speechless.
Soon, he received a notice from the Martial Arts Association.
"Protect Chen Feng and await further arrangements."
The message was clear.
Shield Chen Feng.
The Wei family had already dispatched a private jet to Jiangcheng to retrieve Wei Guangming.
As for Xiao Ruohan, who was also severely injured, after receiving basic treatment, she was detained for a month.
The reason? Previously spreading rumors online, falsely accusing Chen Feng of being a member of the Devouring Sky Club.
Xiao Ruohan felt deeply wronged this time.
The woman who had driven her mother to suicide had personally claimed to be Chen Feng’s disciple.
To be safe, Chen Feng was also detained for two days.
In reality, it was to prevent any unforeseen incidents.
Soon, the higher-ups’ arrangements came through.
Yang Honghui approached Chen Feng again.
"Xiao Chen, what are your plans now?"
At the moment, Chen Feng had only one plan in mind.
Move!
To somewhere closer to Kunlun Mountain.
Living in Jiangcheng made trips to Kunlun far too inconvenient.
"I plan to move to Kunlun City."
Kunlun City?
Yang Honghui frowned but quickly relaxed.
"Alright, wait a couple of days. For your safety, the higher-ups have special arrangements."
Chen Feng knew his current status would inevitably draw special attention—and protection—from the Martial Arts Association.
Soon, Yang Honghui returned with an update.
"Xiao Chen, everything’s been arranged in Kunlun City."
"I’ll go with you."
"From now on, you’ll also serve as the Honorary Vice President of the Kunlun City branch."
"This way, the Eight Great Families won’t dare act recklessly against you."
Since Yang Honghui was familiar with Chen Feng,
he was also transferred to serve as the head of the Kunlun City branch.
The former Kunlun City branch head was reassigned to Jiangcheng.
On the Martial Arts Association’s private jet,
Yang Honghui briefed Chen Feng on the arrangements as instructed.
The Association’s plans differed slightly from what Chen Feng had imagined.
Especially when he saw the residence in Kunlun City.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei were stunned.
It was a massive estate, bordered by a small river.
Just a kilometer away lay the mist-shrouded boundaries of Kunlun Mountain.
But the sign at the estate’s entrance left Chen Feng puzzled.
"Kunlun Sanatorium!"
"The Martial Arts Association is putting me in a sanatorium?"
Yang Honghui quickly explained.
"Don’t make a fuss. It’s called a sanatorium, but only two people actually live there—the rest are staff."
"One is the Association’s retired Martial Saint."
"The other was also a Martial Saint, but due to extreme old age, his cultivation has fallen to Martial Venerable."
Old Master Jin was shocked.
He hadn’t expected Chen Feng to be housed alongside two Martial Saints.
Now Chen Feng understood the Association’s intent.
This was their way of ensuring his safety.
The Kunlun Sanatorium had nine villas in total.
The two elder Martial Saints each occupied one.
Medical staff lived in another.
Other personnel took up a fourth.
The remaining five villas were currently vacant.
The environment was impeccable.
Organic orchards, vegetable gardens, and livestock farms.
A park, river, and running track—all meticulously maintained.
There was even a private airstrip reserved for the Martial Arts Association.
Dedicated vehicles were provided for outings.
Best of all? Everything was free.
Chen Feng sighed inwardly.
"Is this how humans live?"
Comparing his past life—where he couldn’t even afford beef in his noodles—to this…
The insult was minimal, but the emotional damage was severe.
"Was that even a human existence?"
His villa, already cleaned and prepared, stood beside those of the two Martial Saints.
Meanwhile, in the Wei family’s ancestral home in the Holy Capital,
Wei Guangming had been discharged from the hospital, though his face remained pale.
His cousin, Wei Guangzheng, looked at the once-promising younger man and sighed softly.
"Go see the Ancestor."
Wei Guangming said nothing, but his body stiffened imperceptibly.
After a long pause, he finally walked toward the forbidden rear courtyard.
This area was restricted to all but the Wei family’s two other Martial Saints.
Even the Great Xia Martial Arts Association’s chairman or Martial Saints from other families wouldn’t dare trespass uninvited.
Entering the courtyard, he saw a stunningly beautiful young woman sipping tea under a tree.
The tea was premium, but the cups were crude, some even cracked.
She took a delicate sip, then sighed.
"Water grows worse with time."
"Three centuries ago, even well water carried sweetness."
Beside the teacup sat a rough ceramic bowl
holding seven vermilion fruits that glowed faintly gold.
They were unmistakably—Crimson Sun Fruits.
This was Wei Guangming’s first time meeting the family Ancestor in his life.
Wei Qianqiu!
Most Wei clansmen never laid eyes on her across their entire lifetimes.
Wei Guangming stood cautiously at attention and bowed.
"Ancestor."
Wei Qianqiu glanced up and let out a girlish laugh.
"I’ve heard about your troubles."
"You remind me of my younger self."
"Seeking a powerful technique to replace the family’s Sunflower Manual."
"Back then, though I was Great Xia’s top young master, I felt ashamed."
"I knew people whispered ‘eunuch’ behind my back."
"Even my own children despised my... ambiguity."
The words struck Wei Guangming’s weakest point.
Tears fell silently as he kept his head lowered.
Wei Qianqiu continued, a rare hint of emotion coloring her voice.
"I too once hated that damned Sunflower Manual."
"I loathed the Wei family itself."
"I didn’t want to mutilate myself for so-called family glory."
"I craved an ordinary life."
Her words pierced Wei Guangming’s defenses.
Tears now dripped freely onto the stone tiles.
The Ancestor’s gaze grew distant.
"Then Zhang Bowen slaughtered those who entered Kunlun Mountain."
"My grandfather never returned."
"Only then did I understand—some must sacrifice so others may live normally."
"I believed the Sunflower Manual was that sacrifice."
"A trade of flesh for power, all for Great Xia’s sake."
"Later, I realized I was wrong."
"The Sunflower Manual is a divine gift."
"‘To master this art, sever worldly ties’—that’s not cruelty, but courage."
"Resolution. Supreme wisdom."
She poured tea from the pot.
The liquid hung suspended midair, defying gravity.
Wei Qianqiu’s eyes locked onto Wei Guangming.
The hovering tea transformed into threads that shot toward him.
In an instant, the water-strands bound him like puppet strings.
Forced to look up, he stared terrified at the Ancestor.
Wei Qianqiu was breathtakingly beautiful—a teenage girl in a plain dress that hugged her curves.
No one would ever guess...
This was a man who had lived for over three hundred years.
Yet, under Wei Guangming's astonished gaze,
Wei Qianqiu's figure gradually grew more imposing, his face even sprouting a stubbly beard.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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."
