My own half-brother.
He led hundreds of thousands of people to attack the Jade Mountain and the Jasper Pool.
Although possessing the same vital energy, the Ancient Clan had higher cultivation levels.
Yet, facing the human wave tactics, nearly half were still killed or wounded.
I watched with my own eyes as my mother, protecting the Kirin cub, was killed by that brother with a single palm strike.
I had asked "why" back then too.
Both he and our mother had waited for sixty years.
From a helpless, crying infant, waiting until his hair turned white.
Why did it have to end this way?
But no answer was given.
To find that answer.
I followed in the footsteps of those from the outside world, disregarding life and death, wanting to see the world beyond.
For the first time in my life, I stepped out of the sealing mist of the Kunlun Mountains.
Fortunately, I did not die.
It was also then that I learned that I, this "half-breed," was not restricted by Kunlun's mountain-sealing.
"In the blink of an eye, three hundred years have passed!"
"What a pity, with the head severed, I can't obtain the Dragon's Essence anymore."
"Fortunately, I have already succeeded!"
"Heh heh heh..."
Looking at Zhang Bowen's smile before death.
Chen Feng's martial arts avatar roared at the sky!
With a thunderous crash, a palm slammed down.
Zhang Bowen's body was instantly smashed into a pulp.
Simultaneously, Chen Feng exerted force with his right hand.
Zhang Bowen's head exploded, splattering in all directions.
Zhang Bowen, the scourge of Great Xia for over three hundred years.
The man hailed as Great Xia's Sorrow, Great Xia's Nightmare.
Thus met his end!
On the other side, at the edge of the cave in the Jade Mountain training ground.
A group of Ancient Clan members witnessed the scene that had just unfolded.
Qianqian's grandmother said in disbelief:
"How is this possible! How could Mr. Bowen really kill Qianqian!"
"Wasn't it said that the Flood Serpent would not harm the Ancient Clan?"
"Isn't it afraid we won't cooperate when it seeks its ascension?"
The old woman slumped to the ground.
She found it hard to believe that Qianqian had been swallowed by the Flood Serpent.
The other Ancient Clan members were also shocked by Zhang Bowen's actions.
They had been taught since childhood.
That no matter what happened, an Ancient Clan member must never kill their own kin.
This was also why they were so convinced that Zhang Bowen would not harm them.
But just now, they saw with their own eyes Zhang Bowen throw Qianqian into the Flood Serpent's maw.
For a moment, the entire Ancient Clan struggled to accept this.
The Mr. Bowen they revered.
Had just broken the Ancient Clan's never-before-violated taboo right before their eyes.
However, seeing Zhang Bowen killed by Chen Feng now.
They quickly snapped back to reality.
There was still an enemy before them.
Several Ancient Clan elders immediately unleashed their martial domains.
"No matter what Mr. Bowen did, it is an internal matter of our clan."
"He killed one of our people, so he is the sworn enemy of the Ancient Clan!"
"Kill him!"
A host of Ancient Clan experts immediately moved to surround and attack Chen Feng.
At that very moment, the sixth Violet Heaven Divine Thunder descended.
Purple light illuminated heaven and earth, six thunder dragons fell simultaneously.
The Flood Serpent's agonized howl echoed throughout the entire valley.
The vital energy suppression of the Kunlun Mountains was weakened once again.
The vital energy values of all Ancient Clan members also rose another notch.
Except for some youths.
Almost all the adults' vital energy values.
At this moment, rose to seven thousand.
All breaking through to the Grandmaster level.
"Chen Feng! How dare you kill an Ancient Clan member, prepare to die!"
"Back then, you bullied our Ancient Clan for our weakness, relying on your higher vital energy!"
"Today, our vital energy all surpasses yours, let's see how you act arrogantly now!"
The Ancient Clan Patriarch roared, and the crowd charged at Chen Feng.
Watching the attacking Ancient Clan members.
Chen Feng suddenly thought.
"Perhaps they are right!"
"I should have exterminated the Ancient Clan."
"Maybe then, Qianqian wouldn't have died today."
The golden martial arts avatar gradually transformed into Chen Feng's own likeness.
His body surface was entwined with golden dragons.
Simultaneously, a layer of golden energy shield enveloped Chen Feng.
Just as the bloody battle between both sides was about to erupt.
A heart-wrenching cry.
Made both Chen Feng and the Ancient Clan members halt abruptly.
"Kirin! Don't die!"
"It's all my fault, I've implicated you!"
The cry was utterly grief-stricken.
Qianqian had originally thought she was about to be eaten by the Flood Serpent.
Her heart was still filled with regret for not being able to see her Master one last time.
She hadn't finished the snacks her Master bought.
And she could no longer play the zither for the Kirin.
Just as she prepared herself for death.
She was vomited out once again.
Just like when playing with the Kirin since childhood.
Only this time, it was accompanied by an intense, fresh fragrance.
And her entire body felt as if burned by flames, a searing pain.
This reminded her of the feeling when her eyes were blinded by the Kirin as a child.
It was back then she learned that the Kirin not only had a fresh floral scent on its body.
But even its blood smelled of fruit.
However, she quickly realized.
This time, she had still been vomited out by the Kirin.
Just as a happy thought emerged, she realized the Kirin was bleeding.
She hurriedly blew her harmonica, wanting to see how badly the Kirin was injured.
But the next moment, Qianqian froze on the spot.
In her sonic perception, the Kirin's massive body now only had its upper half remaining.
Fresh blood continuously flowed from its giant maw.
Even facing her own death, Qianqian had not felt such sorrow.
Seeing the Kirin's wretched state, her heart felt as if sliced by a knife.
She knew.
The Kirin had become like this to save her.
Qianqian immediately thought of the Vermilion Fruit she needed.
She quickly got up, wanting to go search for the Vermilion Fruit.
But at that moment.
The Flood Serpent roared at the sky.
Its voice now carried the force of thunder.
Having swallowed half of the Kirin's body.
Obtaining the Kirin's precious blood.
The Flood Serpent's originally grievously injured body received immense nourishment.
Even some parts of its body now grew crystal-clear, jade-like scales.
Showing just how potent the Kirin's precious blood was.
Feeling the changes in its body.
The Flood Serpent grew even more greedy.
Wanting to swallow the other half of the Kirin.
Its massive body coiled and writhed, attempting to ascend the Jade Mountain.
However, right then.
The Eight Trigrams patterns on the Mysterious Turtle's shell suddenly lit up.
It stretched out its head and fiercely bit the Flood Serpent's tail.
The Flood Serpent intended to endure the pain and shake off the Mysterious Turtle.
Who would have thought the Mysterious Turtle would retract its neck.
Directly pulling the Flood Serpent's tail into its shell.
The Flood Serpent was shocked!
Suddenly feeling as if it was merging with the Mysterious Turtle.
It looked at the Mysterious Turtle in panic.
But only saw a turtle shell flashing with Eight Trigrams patterns.
Simultaneously, a powerful suction force was slowly pulling it into the shell.
"Damned Mysterious Turtle!"
"You dare arrogantly try to devour me, to transform into the Xuanwu Dragon-Turtle!"
The Flood Serpent could no longer care about the grievously injured Kirin atop the Jade Mountain.
It hurriedly turned back.
And bit down, taking the entire Mysterious Turtle into its mouth.
Precisely at that moment.
The heavenly tribulation thunderstorm descended with its seventh bolt.
Seven purple lightning dragons intertwined and coiled.
Their might made everyone's courage falter.
The Flood Serpent's severely injured body couldn't help but tremble in fear.
It simply used its mouth to lift the Mysterious Turtle.
To directly withstand the thunder tribulation!
The thunder tribulation fell, the Mysterious Turtle's shell remained intact.
Only the six openings for its head, tail, and limbs seeped traces of blood.
. 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!"
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
