The Zhang family felt the same way.
Their representative Martial Venerable envoy also spoke up:
"As for the Western Continent's claims about Mount Kunlun fully opening its gates, and the threats posed by Feng Tengyun and Mi Chuan..."
"Who knows if it's true or false?"
"Even if Mount Kunlun does fully open, what of it?"
"And it might even be a good thing."
"Once Kunlun's gates are permanently open, wouldn't Great Xia be able to enter the Kunlun mountain range at any time to gather rare spiritual treasures?"
His words garnered agreement from many.
As for that request from the Western Continent,
It only caused some initial shock and suspicion, making people wonder about its authenticity.
Gradually, no one took it seriously anymore.
Because the strength of the three continents was now too weak.
Those two traitorous Martial Saints, Feng Tengyun and Mi Chuan, still dared not set foot within Great Xia's borders.
Several major families immediately wanted to seize this opportunity to achieve world domination.
They put a noble spin on it:
It wasn't about conquering the world, but solely for Great Xia to eliminate future troubles once and for all.
Once the three continents returned to Great Xia, the whole world would be one family.
And there would be no more wars from then on.
This grand objective was quickly approved by vote.
All families were in favor.
While the three continents were at their weakest, Great Xia would bring them light and peace.
In short: kick them while they're down.
...
At this moment, the Western Continent was in dire straits.
They had no choice.
They were sure to lose the war, yet they had to fight.
Because just a few days earlier, one state had publicly opposed going to war.
The speech at the time had gone viral across the network.
"We, the Great Western Continent, will never be slaves!"
"No one can force us to go to Great Xia to die."
The streets were filled with protest marches.
The result was clear.
The Great Western Continent forever lost the precious opportunity to become slaves.
That very day, Feng Tengyun and Mi Chuan made an example of them.
Several main urban districts of the entire state were reduced to ruins within a single day.
Both Martial Saints had massacred their way through them.
In total, over four hundred thousand people died in this man-made disaster.
In response, the Northern Continent even assembled a group of Martial Venerables.
Their numbers reached nearly fifty.
However, Feng Tengyun and Mi Chuan split up, fighting while retreating.
They divided the fifty Martial Venerables into two groups.
For one Martial Saint to fight over twenty Martial Venerables was still somewhat strenuous.
And among these Venerables were several peak-level ones, just a step away from Martial Sainthood themselves.
Yet, in the end, the two Martial Saints scattered them in defeat.
Especially Feng Tengyun.
Single-handedly, he slew twenty-one Martial Venerables.
And incidentally destroyed several cities in the process.
A veritable model worker, ensuring every minute of his time yielded considerable results.
On the other side, Mi Chuan, also fighting while retreating, wore down and killed over a dozen of those Venerables.
However, the combined attacks of dozens of Venerables did manage to break his innate protective energy.
Causing him to sustain some injuries as well.
Fortunately, during this period of plundering the three continents, they had seized several Vermilion Fruits.
After consuming just one, he managed to outlast and kill most of the pursuing Venerables.
In the Western Continent conference room.
The executives and a host of legislators from all three continents were attending a video conference.
The scene was somewhat chaotic.
The three executives had already lost the heart to manage it.
Bad news from the battlefield kept coming.
"One of our states has completely fallen."
"Thousands of martial artists fled under cover of night!"
"What is the Grand General doing? Order him to bring them back!"
"The Grand General was the one leading the escape!"
The Western Continent executive nearly coughed up blood.
The Grand General leading the desertion? Did he want to go down in history?
The problem was, given the current situation, the Western Continent might not have any history books in the future.
From the Southern Continent's side, a rare piece of good news arrived.
"The children we sent over have all been accepted by Great Xia."
"We were originally worried they might eliminate the root of the problem, but it seems we worried for nothing."
"At least our children won't have to die."
"Let the ordinary civilians flee on their own, but they must not gather in large groups."
"If the death toll in this war doesn't meet a certain threshold, those two demons will absolutely massacre cities again."
...
As soon as Chen Feng exited Mount Kunlun,
he saw Kunlun City garrisoned by a large number of martial artists.
His heart jolted.
"What major event has happened?"
"Could it be war has broken out again?"
On his way back to the Kunlun Sanatorium, Chen Feng saw the internet flooded with various reports of victories from the front lines.
Only then did he realize.
During his time inside Mount Kunlun,
a war had already broken out outside.
Chen Feng immediately went to the Kunlun City Martial Arts Association.
He told Yang Honghui everything he knew.
After listening to Chen Feng,
Yang Honghui felt as if he were listening to a myth.
Qilins, flood serpents transforming into dragons, spirit cranes and mystic turtles.
Especially upon hearing that if Kunlun fully opened, hundreds of Martial Saints might appear at once,
he could barely resist the urge to scoff on the spot.
"Do you think Martial Saints are cabbages?"
Chen Feng's expression was urgent.
"President Yang, we must stop this war as soon as possible."
"The consequences of a blood sacrifice to Kunlun are absolutely beyond what we can bear."
"Once that flood serpent succeeds in transforming into a dragon, it will be too late."
Yang Honghui responded with some disbelief:
"You're saying all this information was told to you by a crane?"
Chen Feng nodded solemnly.
"I know you might find it hard to understand."
"But the spirit beasts within the Kunlun mountain range truly possess the ability to speak human language."
Yang Honghui knew Chen Feng wouldn't joke about something like this.
It was just that the news was too unbelievable.
However, Mount Kunlun did indeed have many spirit beasts.
Especially the most famous one, the Qilin, which nearly all descendants of Great Xia knew of.
He pondered for a long time.
Seeing Chen Feng's anxious look, he nodded and said:
"I will report this matter completely and in full to the Grand President."
"The issue of the war is complicated. It's not simply a matter of us not wanting to fight."
"Go home and wait for news first!"
For some reason,
upon hearing "go home and wait for news," Chen Feng had a bad feeling.
But there was no use in him just worrying.
After thinking for a moment, Chen Feng soon thought of another plan.
As soon as he returned to the Kunlun Sanatorium,
Chen Feng hurriedly found Jin Youxi.
"Youxi, come to my room quickly."
Upon hearing her master summon her to his room,
Jin Youxi's heart immediately began pounding with excitement.
Liu Weiwei, nearby, also showed an envious expression.
Jin Youxi hurriedly replied:
"Okay, Master. Wait for me a moment, I'll take a quick shower and be right there."
A shower?
Chen Feng was speechless.
What's with taking a shower at a critical time?
Jin Youxi frantically pulled Liu Weiwei into her own room.
"Junior sister, help me quickly."
"The important areas must be washed thoroughly."
"Your senior sister is leading the charge this time. I'll come back and share some experience with you later."
Jin Youxi hurriedly finished speaking and started brushing her teeth herself.
Liu Weiwei quickly turned on the shower to help her senior sister clean the "battlefield."
Working together, they were extremely fast.
Jin Youxi put on some alluring clothes, sprayed on perfume, and rushed into Chen Feng's room.

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.”

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?!

world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...

lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...