Taking the Ancient Clan for a Pushover

The people of Great Xia were arguing endlessly.

"That nightmare of Great Xia, Zhang Bowen, was actually killed by Chen Feng!"

"Worthy of being a hero of Great Xia, he even took down the patriarch of this Ancient Clan."

"It's just a pity that in the end, he still couldn't stop the flood dragon from transforming, nor could he stop these Kunlun barbarians!"

"And this was the man who was previously framed as a traitor by his own disciple!"

"Long live the hero of Great Xia! Long live Chen Feng!"

"Chen Feng will forever be a hero of Great Xia! We must never forget him!"

...

But upon seeing the last paragraph of the announcement.

[Sinner Chen Feng, executed at the White Tiger Abyss of Kunlun!]

Those who had been cheering for Chen Feng were instantly filled with indignation.

Some voiced their grievances for Chen Feng and cursed the Ancient Clan.

Some were so enraged for Chen Feng that they took to the streets to protest.

Some mourned for Chen Feng, grieving the murder of Great Xia's hero.

The result was just as Ye Wujiang had expected.

Almost the entire internet consisted of Chen Feng's supporters.

There were even some mindless people who openly marched to protest the actions of the Ancient Clan.

Facing the deeply conservative Ancient Clan, the result was predictable.

They were all arrested by the Martial Arts Association.

This was only thanks to Ye Wujiang's persuasion.

If it were up to Gu Changqing, those people would have been treated as Chen Feng's accomplices.

And killed on the spot!

Later, when Gu Yang learned of the matter, thousands of people were spared from death.

However, they were still arrested.

According to Gu Yang, they could be spared the death penalty, but punishment was inevitable.

They were all sentenced to become slaves.

This incident caused a massive uproar.

As a result, large-scale protests broke out again, this time involving hundreds of thousands of people.

However, this time, Ye Wujiang's persuasion was useless.

Chen Feng was the greatest enemy the Ancient Clan had ever faced in its history.

When Gu Yang heard that these people were all voicing their grievances for Chen Feng.

He immediately thought of the tragic deaths of Mr. Bowen and the patriarch, and his temper flared up.

If not for his reservations about the Kunlun Blood Sacrifice, he would have loved to slaughter them all.

"These outsiders are really pushing their luck."

"If we don't teach them a lesson, they'll really think our Ancient Clan is a pushover."

"No need for a large-scale massacre, we just need to make an example of a few!"

Gu Yang immediately dispatched dozens of Martial Saints.

Within a single day, they resolved the protests in all the cities.

A Martial Saint of the Ancient Clan struck down with a single palm.

Thousands of protesters died on the spot.

Upon seeing the Ancient Clan send Martial Saints to kill people in broad daylight.

The survivors immediately fled in panic.

At this moment.

People all over the world finally realized.

That the civilized world in their hearts no longer existed.

The idea that the law cannot punish the masses was a thing of the past.

In today's world, there was only the hegemony of the Ancient Clan.

...

Xiandu.

Donghai City had now been officially renamed Xiandu.

The people of the Martial Arts Association were expelled by the Su Group of Xiandu.

The entire city of Xiandu was under the control of the Su Group.

Industries that were previously banned in Great Xia were now fully open and flourishing everywhere here.

Furthermore, the Heaven-Devouring Club had transitioned from the underworld to legitimate business, taking over the entire city and opening up a new type of industry.

Selling vitality and blood!

Xiandu instantly became a global sensation.

Online discussions were polarized.

On one side were the accusations and disdain of countless people.

On the other side, countless people secretly came to Xiandu to join this maddeningly free city.

A doggerel poem even went viral online, becoming the motto of Xiandu.

From now on, Xiandu is a city that never sleeps, indulging in luxury and extravagance until dawn.

Once you enter this paradise, time loses its meaning, living out this life in a drunken stupor.

Similarly, Xiandu had its own rules.

Anyone who dared to cause trouble in Xiandu would face only one fate.

Death!

At the Su Group headquarters.

Jin Youxi wiped her tears and looked at Su Yan, saying:

"I'm going to the Kunlun Mountains. I don't believe Master is just dead like that."

"Master survived so many times before."

"Maybe this time, Master will turn bad luck into good fortune again."

Liu Weiwei kept her head down, her eyes red, and hugged Jin Youxi's arm.

Standing to the side, Grandpa Jin couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

In his eyes, Chen Feng was undoubtedly dead.

With over three hundred Martial Saints in the Ancient Clan, killing a peak Grandmaster would be as easy as crushing an ant.

Zhao Bing was also frowning at this moment, stroking his Chixiao Sword.

For the first time in his life, he had a new goal.

Before, his only focus was practicing the way of the sword.

Now, he had another goal.

To avenge his master!

He decided to use the blood of the Ancient Clan to hone his swordsmanship.

However, the Ancient Clan was too powerful right now, so he could only temporarily avoid their sharp edge.

Su Yan looked at the news on her computer and said to Jin Youxi:

"You are all Great Xia's most wanted fugitives now, so you must be careful."

"Don't let your master blame me, your martial aunt, for not taking good care of you."

Jin Youxi frowned and questioned:

"As Master's first woman, aren't you coming with us?"

Su Yan rubbed her lower abdomen.

"The Kunlun Mountains are still too dangerous for your little junior sister."

"Remember to help me think of a beautiful name for your little junior sister."

Her words stunned both Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei.

They couldn't help but look at Su Yan's belly.

They hadn't expected their master to actually have his own bloodline.

In their hearts, they were both happy and envious.

With her cultivation as a Martial Saint, Su Yan could clearly sense her own condition.

Through the faint yet vibrant mass of vitality and blood in her abdomen, it was easy to determine the gender.

She hadn't expected Chen Feng to give her such a surprise.

"I never thought the day would come when I could be a mother."

"It's just a pity that my child is even more pitiful than me, losing her father as soon as she's born."

"Since you extinguished a ray of light in my life, it wouldn't be too much for me to exterminate your entire clan, right?"

Since learning of Su Yan's pregnancy, Jin Youxi and the others no longer asked her to go to the Kunlun Mountains.

They didn't delay for a single moment.

They immediately prepared their luggage and set off for the Kunlun Mountains.

Because none of the people present understood Mount Kunlun.

Let alone knew where the so-called White Tiger Abyss was.

They only knew that this would definitely be a long journey.

By the time they returned, perhaps their master's daughter would already be born.

Along the way, Jin Youxi kept thinking about what name to give her master's daughter.

So she could call Su Yan in advance and tell her.

In her eyes, her master's daughter was like her own daughter.

Not long after seeing off Jin Youxi and the others.

Mi Chuan hurriedly arrived at the Su Group headquarters in a panic.

"Little Su! You have to help your uncle."

"Feng Tengyun doesn't even care about his life for the sake of immortality."

"He insisted on running off to the Ancient Clan to be a hostage, and I couldn't hold him back."

"This is the Ageless Ever-Spring Technique he exchanged for."

"Practice it secretly, and absolutely do not leak it, or Old Feng is dead for sure."

"With three hundred and eighty-two Martial Saints, if each of them took one hit, there wouldn't even be ashes left of Old Feng."

Su Yan picked up the Ageless Ever-Spring Technique that Mi Chuan had copied down.

Looking at the earthworm-like text on it, she couldn't help but frown.

"What country's writing is this?"

Mi Chuan immediately glared at her and said angrily:

"You brat, you really take after your dad!"

"You need a beating!"

When Mi Chuan was young, the person he was most jealous of was Su Yan's father, Su Yuanshan.

Even though he was also blessed with exceptional talent, he was overshadowed by Su Yuanshan in everything he did.

The most hateful part was that Su Yuanshan was more than ten years younger than him.

After Su Yuanshan died, Mi Chuan thought he would finally be able to make a name for himself in Great Xia.

Who would have thought that the Wang family would produce yet another genius, Wang Zun, the youngest Martial Sage in Great Xia.

What did it mean to be cursed with terrible luck?

This was exactly it.

Su Yan looked through it once and said calmly,

"I am not interested in this cultivation technique."