Kunlun Sanatorium.
This place had now fallen into decline, with the old Martial Saint having perished in battle.
That aged Martial Venerable whose realm had deteriorated due to old age also passed away at the end of his natural life during the invasion of Kunlun City.
The vast Kunlun Sanatorium now only had Chen Feng's family left.
However, according to Yang Honghui, the Patriarch of the Dugu family would soon come to Kunlun City to oversee things.
After all, this was the city closest to the Kunlun Mountains.
Chen Feng returned to the villa, opened the separate refrigerator in his bedroom, and took out a Vermilion Fruit.
He hoped this Vermilion Fruit could reduce the number of Martial Saint enemies for Great Xia by one.
And at the same time, save his disciple.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Su Yan also took out her phone and issued a new order.
[With the exception of the Wei, Wang, and Dugu families,]
[Place bounties for the assassination of all the experts from the remaining four great families.]
Just two simple sentences sealed the fate and decline of the remaining four families.
She planned to deal with these four families first.
Then she would turn her attention to the remaining three families.
After all, these three families were each more formidable than the last.
First, the Wang family. Her uncle, Su Canghai, who had almost stepped into the ranks of peak Martial Saints, couldn't defeat that Wang Zun.
This showed just how formidable the other party's strength was.
Then there was Dugu Jianmo of the Dugu family.
Before the Duan family was annihilated in the Sacred Capital, Su Yan still vividly remembered the scene of him fighting one against seven without being defeated.
Although he didn't kill a single one in the end.
The strength of Dugu Jianmo absolutely could not be underestimated.
Her uncle had once said that Dugu Jianmo's strength was on par with Zhang Bowen's.
Finally, there was Wei Qianqiu of the Wei family.
His strength had already reached an incomprehensible level.
Using only two moves, he instantly killed fourteen Martial Saints.
Her uncle had also told her before.
The reason Zhang Bowen didn't dare to act in the Sacred Capital
was precisely because Wei Qianqiu was there.
Otherwise, Great Xia wouldn't know how many capital cities it would have changed.
And it was said that Wei Qianqiu's strength had already reached the level of a Half-Step Martial God.
Being able to be associated with the word "God" was enough to illustrate the terrifying degree of his power.
But Su Yan didn't take these three individuals seriously in the slightest.
She was only thirty-two years old now and had already reached the Martial Saint level.
She had stepped into the Martial Saint cultivation twenty-eight years earlier than Wang Zun, the youngest Martial Saint in Great Xia.
Su Yan was confident that her future achievements would definitely not be inferior to these three.
The grudge against the nine great families was Su Yan's driving force.
Two families had already been destroyed.
The remaining seven families, not a single one would escape.
...
Soon, Chen Feng was brought over by the sanatorium's special car.
Su Yan put away her phone.
Smiling, she waited for the upcoming date scenario.
However, she was very curious.
"Did little master really bring a Vermilion Fruit?"
Recently, because of this Martial Saint battle,
the price of Vermilion Fruits had skyrocketed.
It had already risen to ninety million per fruit.
Various great families and martial arts associations were scrambling to purchase them.
Su Yan's Devouring Heaven Club was even offering a hundred million per fruit privately.
However, the last Kunlun Mountain Opening was too tragic.
The number of Vermilion Fruits and rare treasures that appeared wasn't high to begin with.
The number of Vermilion Fruits that fell into the hands of ordinary martial artists was probably also not many.
This price was definitely going to rise further.
Chen Feng arrived again at the park pavilion.
Looking at Su Yan, he suddenly thought of an awkward problem.
He still didn't know his disciple's daughter's name.
Chen Feng gave an awkward smile and said,
"It just occurred to me that I still don't know your name."
Su Yan also covered her mouth and laughed.
She said,
"If I say my name, you will definitely be very surprised and also find it very familiar."
Very surprised and familiar?
Chen Feng was somewhat curious.
Su Yan took out her ID card, placed it in front of Chen Feng's eyes, and said,
"Actually, my name is Su Yan."
"It's exactly the same as my mother's name."
"Isn't that unexpected?"
Looking at the information on the ID card, Chen Feng was indeed surprised!
Only, the point of his surprise was somewhat off.
He discovered that according to the age on the ID card,
Elder Su Yan's daughter, Younger Su Yan, was already thirty-two years old this year.
But the Younger Su Yan before him didn't look thirty-two at all.
Instead, she looked like an older sister only a few years older than himself.
Chen Feng couldn't help but admire.
Younger Su Yan really took good care of herself.
And his disciple Elder Su Yan had also said that Younger Su Yan hadn't yet tasted...
hadn't been married yet.
Chen Feng slapped his forehead.
Cursing inwardly:
"What am I thinking about?"
He quickly got to the point, pulling out the Vermilion Fruit he had brought.
Looking at Su Yan, he said,
"Where is your mother? Quickly take me to see her!"
"As long as she takes this Vermilion Fruit, no matter how serious the injury, she should be able to recover."
Seeing that Chen Feng had indeed brought the Vermilion Fruit,
Su Yan truly viewed this little master in a new light.
She couldn't help but ask,
"Mother said that although you are master and disciple,"
"you've only met twice in total."
"Once when you accepted her as a disciple, and once when you transmitted cultivation techniques."
"You haven't seen each other since you participated in the Kunlun Mountain Opening."
"Why are you willing to give such a precious treasure to someone you've only met twice?"
"Master, you must know the current value of the Vermilion Fruit, right?"
Of course Chen Feng knew the value of the Vermilion Fruit.
But for him, there were many things more important than the Vermilion Fruit.
Such as his own disciples.
If it were someone from an Ancient Clan,
there would probably be even more things more important than the Vermilion Fruit.
Chen Feng looked at Su Yan and said seriously,
"I have indeed only met your mother twice, and we haven't contacted each other much on WeChat either."
"But once a teacher, always a father; I will definitely fulfill my responsibilities."
"At the same time, I also hope that my disciple does not come to ruin because of the martial arts I taught."
"As long as Su Yan has not betrayed her master, I will definitely fulfill my responsibility as a teacher."
"I hope this Vermilion Fruit can cure Su Yan, and then I also hope you and your mother can leave the Devouring Heaven Club as soon as possible."
"If there are any difficulties, you can tell me, and I will try my best to help you."
Chen Feng had his own principles in life.
The Vermilion Fruit might be scarce for others, but for him, it was just a matter of buying a few more toy trains.
Su Yan didn't expect that she would actually feel a strong aura of a saint from her master.
But she also knew that it was this very saint who personally cut off the escape route of hundreds of thousands of invaders in the Kunlun Mountains.
Su Yan, her eyes and brows smiling, looked at Chen Feng and said,
"To have a master like you, it's not a wasted journey in this world."
"I can't take your Vermilion Fruit; you must cherish this treasure."
"The Devouring Heaven Club once cooperated with Zhang Bowen."
"He spoke of the preciousness of the Vermilion Fruit."
"He said that once Kunlun opens permanently, this world will never again produce such a treasure."
Chen Feng couldn't help but be taken aback for a moment.
He didn't expect the Devouring Heaven Club to have ties with Zhang Bowen as well.
And what did this "permanent opening of Kunlun" mean?
Didn't the Kunlun Mountains open once every sixty years?
He looked at Su Yan and asked,
"What does 'Kunlun permanent opening' mean?"
Su Yan gave a faint smile.
"It means the Kunlun Mountains will never close again, becoming a part of this world."
"Or it could be understood as this world becoming a part of the Kunlun Mountains."

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

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.”

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!