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.

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.”

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...

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?!

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!