Holy Capital.
Wang family.
At this time, it was already in chaos.
"If we run away, what will happen to the family business?"
"Screw the business! If our lives are gone, what's the point of having a business?"
"But if the family is gone, what's the meaning of my life as a rich second-generation?"
"Then isn't this your fucking chance to become a rich first-generation?"
Wang Hao and his young uncle argued back and forth.
He felt that his young uncle's words made quite a bit of sense.
Wang Zun looked at his son and grandson. At a time like this, they were still discussing such brain-dead matters.
He couldn't help but think to himself,
"If the Wang family perishes, it's what they deserve."
Upon receiving the news, the Wang family's first thought was the same as the Dugu family's:
Flee the Holy Capital immediately.
However, both Wang Hao and his young uncle, Wang Fa, were reluctant to part with the family business.
This was something the uncle and nephew had painstakingly built up bit by bit.
Wang Hao never expected that there would come a day when he would have to flee for his life.
This time, even his Martial Sage grandfather was of no use.
"I wonder how brother Chen Feng is doing. There's been no news from him either."
"Now that the Heaven's Choice Martial Arts Dojo is gone, all of Chen Feng's efforts have gone down the drain."
"Fortunately, I was there to cover for him. Most of the students from the Heaven's Choice Dojo have been taken in by the dojos under the Wang family."
"It's a pity that we have to flee to a distant land now. We can't keep anything."
Sitting in the car, Wang Hao sighed at the recent changes.
Beside him, his young uncle, taking stock of the gold bricks they had exchanged for, also couldn't help but sigh:
"Once we leave the Holy Capital, the assets we can keep will not exceed one billion."
"How are we going to live our days from now on?"
Wang Hao was shocked.
"One billion!"
He never imagined that there would come a day when his family would be this poor.
What was the difference between this and going bankrupt?
Inside the Martial Arts Association.
At this moment, the Four Great Families were gathered together.
They had also received the news by now.
Especially the fleeing actions of the Dugu, Wei, and Wang families.
It threw all Four Great Families into a panic.
"What should we do? Let's hurry up and run too!"
"Yeah, even the families with Martial Sages have to run. Wouldn't our families without Martial Sages stand absolutely no chance?"
"Chance? What nonsense are you spouting? Over three hundred Martial Sages can easily steamroll the entire world."
"Those three families have Martial Sages. Wherever they run, they'll have Martial Sages holding down the fort."
"We can't run. Once we run, we'll truly decline."
...
The Four Great Families argued endlessly.
Finally, Ye Wujiang made the final decision:
"Great Xia is beyond saving."
"To preserve our families, let's surrender!"
"I heard that the Kunlun Remnant Clan isn't bloodthirsty. If we lower our stance a bit, there shouldn't be any major problems."
"Besides, Great Xia has already unified the world. With such a vast territory, they will definitely need people to manage it."
"The Kunlun Remnant Clan only has a few thousand people; they definitely won't be able to handle it all."
...
The other major families nodded in agreement.
Only the people from the Zhang family felt somewhat uneasy.
Because they were very clear about the grudge between their family and Zhang Bowen.
It was just that right now, they still didn't know that Zhang Bowen had already died at the hands of Chen Feng.
On the other side.
Kunlun City.
Over three hundred Martial Sages majestically chased out of Kunlun City.
Not long after leaving Kunlun City, they witnessed the prosperity of Great Xia.
When they first came out of the mountain range, they were already shocked by the surroundings of Kunlun City.
Little did they know that those places had just experienced the battle of ambushing Zhang Bowen.
Now, seeing other completely undamaged places,
It instantly shocked everyone.
At the same time, the sudden appearance of a group of ancients in the territory of Great Xia also attracted the attention of many people.
Originally, the Martial Sages who were pursuing Dugu Sword Demon left behind dozens of Martial Sages to protect thousands of their clansmen for the safety of the clan.
The other three hundred Martial Sages headed towards the Holy Capital of Great Xia.
However, the appearance of the ancient clan members drew countless onlookers from the pedestrians.
Various clamors and honking sounds were incessant.
"What are these people doing? Is it some historical costume drama crew?"
"Look at those beauties, they really look like ethereal fairies."
"But I feel like they all have such an imposing presence!"
"Where did these people come from? The whole main road is blocked."
...
The noisy chatter of countless onlookers, as well as the frantic honking of the blocked vehicles,
Made the people of the ancient clan feel somewhat at a loss for a moment.
This unfamiliar and novel world
Left them somewhat overwhelmed.
A Martial Sage who looked young on the outside couldn't stand being surrounded and disturbed by various noises.
He directly released the vital blood coercion of a Martial Sage.
His own restless and irritable emotions were also transmitted along with the coercion.
The scene immediately quieted down.
A powerful pressure enveloped the hearts of everyone around.
Those ordinary people instantly felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar.
A layer of cold sweat inexplicably broke out on their bodies.
It was as if they were being stared at by a terrifying giant beast.
Yet they didn't understand what was going on at all.
However, some martial artists felt it even more deeply.
The higher their vital blood cultivation, the deeper their feeling.
A martial artist from a small dojo was currently watching the scene with his girlfriend.
He clearly felt the terrifying vital blood coercion of the ancient clan youth.
It was even more terrifying than the coercion when his dojo instructor circulated his vital blood.
"Honey, what's going on?"
"I suddenly feel like that man is so scary!"
The girlfriend beside the martial artist looked at her boyfriend, who was a martial artist.
She was an ordinary person, and her root bone was completely unsuitable for cultivation.
Having a boyfriend who was a martial artist made her feel very safe.
But as soon as she looked up, she saw that her boyfriend's face was also filled with horror.
"This person is not to be provoked. Judging from the vital blood coercion he just released, he is an extremely formidable expert."
The girlfriend asked in a low voice,
"How formidable?"
Based on his own experience, the martial artist
Recalled the vital blood coercion of his own instructor.
His instructor was an advanced martial artist.
The vital blood coercion he felt right now was who knows how many times stronger than his instructor's.
He boldly guessed,
"Judging from my experience,"
"This person is at least at the cultivation level of a Grandmaster."
Grandmaster!
The girlfriend covered her small mouth in shock.
Looking at the youth from the ancient clan, a desire to snag a sugar daddy sprouted in her heart.
Bah!
That's called admiring the strong.
An old man looked at the youth beside him and said,
"Don't release your coercion so casually; it's very easy to frighten the children."
This person looked like a youth on the surface.
In reality, he was in the middle stage of rejuvenation of the Ageless Ever-Spring Art.
At this moment, on the roadside where the crowd was watching, there were already scenes of several children who had come to watch the fun being scared to tears on the spot.
Some whispers also spread through the crowd.
People were gradually guessing that there were martial arts experts among these people in front of them.
It was just that they were still extremely dissatisfied with these people walking on the main road and causing traffic congestion.
But they only dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak out.
However, very soon.
People from the Martial Arts Association arrived.
The person who came was none other than Yang Honghui.
At this moment, his entire back was drenched in sweat.
As soon as he saw the ancient clan members, his legs couldn't help but tremble.
Just now, Ye Wujiang had personally called him.
Thinking about the content of the phone call now still made it somewhat unbelievable for him.
However, as a Martial Arts Grandmaster,
As soon as he rushed to the scene, he personally felt the coercion of a Martial Sage.
Especially seeing the thousands of majestic ancient clan members, he was almost scared into sitting heavily on the ground.
"Oh my dear heavens! These ancestors have really left the Kunlun Mountains!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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?!
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!
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.
