Holy Capital Martial Arts Guild Headquarters.
Although Ye Wujiang lost the position of the general president.
However, the Ye family had obtained even greater benefits.
The same was true for the Li and Liu families.
Although the Ancient Clan was powerful.
They were completely unaccustomed to the modern world.
Especially when it came to electronic products, they were almost completely clueless.
The three major families also took this opportunity to annex the properties of the Zhang, Wei, Wang, and Dugu families.
The strength of the three major families reached an unprecedented level of prosperity.
However, when they were seizing the Wei family's properties.
A minor incident occurred.
When the Liu family was seizing the Wei family's real estate, they encountered an accident.
Everyone who approached the old mansion of the Wei family was killed.
When Ye Wujiang received the news, he still found it somewhat unbelievable.
A thought could not help but pop up in his mind.
"Could it be that the old monster of the Wei family did not run away?"
At the same time, Wei Qianqiu's move also alarmed the people of the Ancient Clan.
Several Martial Saints of the Ancient Clan immediately surrounded the Wei family's ancestral mansion.
Gu Yang raised an eyebrow.
He said coldly:
"I did not expect that there were still Martial Saints in Great Xia who had not fled, and they even dared to make a move right under our noses."
"Simply reckless!"
Dressed in splendid attire, Wei Qianqiu stepped into the sky step by step.
It was as if there was an invisible staircase in the void.
Just this single move shocked everyone in the Ancient Clan.
"What kind of movement technique is this!"
"This person's cultivation is unfathomable."
"She was so close to us, yet we did not sense her before."
"Since she did not flee, she must have something to rely on."
...
Looking at Wei Qianqiu, Gu Yang was also shocked by this ability to walk on air.
He suddenly thought of the strongest expert in Great Xia.
"You are that Half-step Martial God of the Wei family!"
Wei Qianqiu raised her eyes and smiled.
"Aren't you over three hundred Martial Saints?"
"Such a small number of people cannot kill me."
As she spoke, golden sunflowers appeared around her.
Silver embroidery needles on her body also danced gracefully in the wind.
In just a few breaths of time.
The phantom of Wei Qianqiu's sunflower martial arts extended for a radius of a hundred meters.
Like a golden auspicious cloud floating in the sky.
Everyone in the Ancient Clan looked up in shock at Wei Qianqiu high in the sky.
As the new patriarch of the Ancient Clan, Gu Yang immediately unfolded his martial arts domain.
However, he felt that he appeared so insignificant in front of Wei Qianqiu.
At the same time, a thought popped up in his mind.
"This person cannot be fought head-on!"
Soon, all three hundred Martial Saints gathered.
Only then did Gu Yang's heart slightly settle down.
The people of the Ancient Clan stared at Wei Qianqiu, their hearts filled with shock.
"How could such an expert appear among the people of the outside world."
"Mr. Bowen once said that this person does not know the Everlasting Spring Art, but has still lived for over three hundred years."
"So this is a Half-step Martial God! Truly as powerful as Mr. Bowen said."
"If we want to kill her, I am afraid we will also suffer some losses."
"Regardless, a Half-step Martial God is ultimately not a Martial God."
...
Wei Qianqiu's imposing manner truly shocked the people of the Ancient Clan.
Everyone looked at the new patriarch, Gu Yang.
Just waiting for a word from him.
The three hundred Martial Saints would attack together.
In their view, no matter how strong the opponent was.
As long as she was not a true Martial God, she was still within the realm of a Martial Saint.
Three hundred Martial Saints absolutely could not lose.
Gu Yang thought the same.
But like many people, he also realized a severe problem.
Even if their side could kill this Half-step Martial God, they would probably suffer casualties.
Therefore, he hesitated to give the order to attack.
Instead, Wei Qianqiu smiled faintly and spoke.
"Withdraw from my residence, and let no one come to disturb me."
"Or leave a hundred or so people here today to be buried with me."
Her words made Gu Yang narrow his eyes.
A hundred or so was an unacceptable number to him.
The entire Ancient Clan only had a mere two thousand or so people.
To suddenly lose a hundred or so would be disastrous.
Moreover, along the way, he had also witnessed the vastness of this world with his own eyes.
And this was only the tip of the iceberg of Great Xia.
In addition, Great Xia had three other continental administrative regions, each larger than Great Xia itself.
With such vast territories.
It would be extremely difficult for an Ancient Clan of a mere two thousand or so people to completely rule over it.
If a hundred or so Martial Saints died in battle at this time, it would definitely be a heavy blow to the Ancient Clan.
He absolutely could not let the Ancient Clan suffer such a significant loss right after emerging from the mountains.
But the Half-step Martial God in front of him was also a massive threat.
Just as he was hesitating.
One by one, the people of the Ancient Clan said firmly:
"Gu Yang, do not hesitate. If this person is not eliminated, the Ancient Clan will have no peace."
"I am not afraid of death. Let me lead the vanguard. I do not have many years left to live anyway."
"Those of us whose time is drawing near can just perish together with her."
"She might be bluffing, just wanting to make us fearful."
...
Gu Yang knew that Wei Qianqiu had no need to bluff.
If she was afraid of them, she would have fled long ago.
Since she did not flee, she must have something to rely on.
Right at this moment, a bolt of lightning appeared in the gloomy sky, followed immediately by thunder.
Gu Yang suddenly thought of the Ancient Clan's divine beast.
He looked at the people of the Ancient Clan and said:
"There is no need for us to take any risks."
"Wait until our Ancient Clan finds the divine beast Flood Dragon, then we will discuss this further."
As soon as the Flood Dragon was mentioned.
Everyone's eyes immediately lit up.
"That is right, our Ancient Clan still has the Flood Dragon."
"So what if she is a Half-step Martial God? Facing the Flood Dragon, she will still be completely vulnerable."
"Wait until we find the Flood Dragon, then we will ask the Flood Dragon to take action."
"The Flood Dragon traveled down the river to the sea, and should have completed the river-crossing ritual by now."
As soon as the Flood Dragon was mentioned.
The Ancient Clan immediately regained their full confidence.
Everyone also abandoned the idea of fighting to the death with Wei Qianqiu.
On the other side, Ye Wujiang, as well as the people from the Liu and Li families, were waiting nervously.
Once a great battle broke out.
They were prepared to flee the Holy Capital at the first opportunity.
At the same time, they hoped that Wei Qianqiu could drag down a few more Ancient Clan Martial Saints with her.
As a result, the Ancient Clan Martial Saints retreated one after another.
And they warned Ye Wujiang and the others not to disturb that Half-step Martial God for the time being.
Wei Qianqiu looked at the retreating people of the Ancient Clan and smiled faintly.
She returned to the small courtyard where she had lived for over three hundred years.
"A Flood Dragon?"
"I really would like to see it."
...
Four Symbols Chasm.
White Tiger Abyss.
"You... if you do not stop, I am going to die."
Yin Hu also felt that she had squeezed him a bit too hard.
Enduring the heartache, she bit off a small piece of Qilin meat and stuffed it into Chen Feng's mouth.
At this moment, Chen Feng's eyes had rolled back, and he was foaming at the mouth.
He thought to himself, how great it would have been if he had just fallen to his death when he dropped down here.
At this point, he was completely exhausted.
He did not even have the strength to struggle.
Feeling food in his mouth.
He swallowed it down into his stomach without even thinking.
Soon, the precious Qilin meat took effect.
Chen Feng finally recovered a trace of vitality.
But he just felt his body was completely empty.
Seeing Chen Feng regain consciousness, Yin Hu immediately moved forward again.
Chen Feng hurriedly said:
"Stop, stop, stop! Do you know what shame is!"
Yin Hu remained unmoved.
"I am a hybrid of a spirit beast and a human, what would I know about shame?"
Chen Feng was speechless.
"Do you understand the concept of taking things slow and steady?"
"I am warning you, do not force me to die right in front of you!"
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?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
