Liu Weiwei had been traveling across various regions all these years.
She specialized in apprehending illegal gangs, devouring their vital energy and blood to enhance her cultivation.
During this time, she also saved many suffering people.
Because the Ancient Clan had taken over the Martial Arts Association,
the world fell into great chaos.
Countless criminal gangs forming factions and alliances emerged all over the globe.
Liu Weiwei's individual capabilities were limited.
Once, after rescuing a former student of the Chosen Martial Arts School, and upon their suggestion,
Liu Weiwei founded a mutual aid organization.
It was named: The Chosen Orphans!
This force dedicated to combating crime and eliminating evil quickly attracted many victims to join.
Moreover, there were also many admirers of Chen Feng.
Especially those who were once students of the Chosen Martial Arts School.
Ever since several major families fled, plunging the world into chaos,
these people had nowhere good to go.
Martial arts schools everywhere had become one of the local malignant forces.
To preserve their own integrity, they could only practice martial arts alone.
However, their progress rate was significantly reduced.
Now, they suddenly heard
that Chen Feng's personal disciple from the former Chosen Martial Arts School had also established an organization.
Many people flocked to join.
Over time, the number of formal members of The Chosen Orphans had reached nearly ten thousand.
The number of informal peripheral members was even more substantial, reaching a hundred thousand.
All these people were fans of Chen Feng.
Of course, there were also some fans of the Eldest Senior Sister of the Chosen School.
Liu Weiwei had now also mastered the Crippled Leg technique to a consummate level.
She was just one step away from achieving Harmony of Man and Heaven.
With the support of the North Sea Divine Art, her vital energy and blood cultivation had even reached the Martial Venerable level.
As long as she had the North Sea Divine Art,
breaking through to the Martial Saint level in vital energy cultivation was a simple matter for her.
All it required was continuously devouring others' vital energy and blood, and then constantly refining it.
...
Since Kunlun Mountain fully opened its gates,
people suddenly discovered
that the bone structure of newborn children could now be checked.
Originally, one had to wait until adulthood to detect bone structure.
Now, this restriction was gone.
Later, they learned that the Ancient Clan had always been this way.
Children could cultivate from a young age.
Then people also understood
why the youths of the Ancient Clan possessed such high cultivation levels.
It turned out they had started cultivating over a decade earlier than people in the outside world.
However, after Kunlun Mountain fully opened,
children all over the world became just like the children of the Ancient Clan,
able to cultivate from childhood.
This gave Su Yan a headache.
Her daughter Chen Shuangshuang's bone structure was not very good.
Moreover, she couldn't learn the North Sea Divine Art.
She also tried Jin Youxi's Buddha's Palm, Liu Weiwei's Crippled Leg, and Zhao Bing's Thirteen Deadly Strikes Sword Art.
Chen Shuangshuang tried them all but couldn't learn any.
However, she could learn the Star-Sucking Great Method and the Frost God's Palm.
She could cultivate all other martial arts.
It's just that her cultivation speed was somewhat unsatisfactory.
Su Yan herself had finally cultivated the North Sea Divine Art to the Harmony of Man and Heaven realm.
The Frost God's Palm and Star-Sucking Great Method, which she started cultivating earlier, had now only reached the Profound Mastery realm and were difficult to advance further.
It must be said,
the North Sea Divine Art passed down by Chen Feng was the most suitable technique for her.
As for Jin Youxi on the other side,
because she had been living a secluded life by the White Tiger Abyss, cut off from the world,
her vital energy cultivation had only naturally grown to the Grandmaster level.
The former dream of becoming a top martial artist had long since vanished.
Ever since Chen Feng was gone,
Jin Youxi lost all her life goals.
In her free time, she would go with Qianqian to check on Chen Shuangshuang's cultivation progress,
urging the little girl not to be like she used to be, only knowing how to be lazy and play.
It was just a pity that Shuangshuang's bone structure was somewhat poor.
Jin Youxi couldn't help but think of her master again.
She believed that if her master were here, he would definitely be able to teach Shuangshuang a powerful martial arts technique.
...
Northern Continent.
Inside a luxurious manor.
Zhao Bing, covered in blood, sat on a sofa.
Around him were over a hundred corpses.
And in the garden outside, there were over a thousand more bodies.
"The Thirteen Deadly Strikes Sword Art has reached Harmony of Man and Heaven."
"And I've taken so many lives, so why haven't I created my own move yet?"
"What exactly am I lacking?"
Zhao Bing reached out and wiped the blood from his scarred face.
Muttering to himself, he walked out of this drug den.
"If only Master were here."
"He would definitely be able to answer my question."
Zhao Bing felt his swordsmanship had reached a bottleneck.
Only his master's guidance could lead to a sudden enlightenment.
During this period of constantly honing his swordsmanship,
his vital energy cultivation had also increased to over nine thousand, reaching the mid-stage Great Grandmaster level.
Such speed, looking across the world, definitely placed him among the absolute geniuses.
However, Zhao Bing felt no pride at all.
Because he knew his senior sister Liu Weiwei had now reached the peak Martial Venerable level.
Originally, Liu Weiwei's vital energy cultivation was much lower than his.
Unexpectedly, he ended up being surpassed.
"It seems I'm still not working hard enough."
Zhao Bing got up to leave. Just as he reached the hall,
he saw a hot news report playing on the television.
[Ancient Clan Elder Passes Away, Funeral to be Held in Three Days.]
It shouldn't have been a big deal to him.
But Zhao Bing saw a familiar face in the news.
Ye Xing, the newly selected family heir of the Ye Family,
was standing beside members of the Ancient Clan with Ye Wujiang, looking sorrowful.
"If my martial path cannot advance, then I'll kill a traitor to clear my mind!"
"Even if I die, I'll have no regrets!"
The stagnation in his swordsmanship led Zhao Bing to make a crazy decision.
To go to the Sacred City, the gathering place of the Ancient Clan,
and kill the traitor Ye Xing.
...
Ye Family.
Ye Xing's daily routine, aside from helping Ye Wujiang with dirty work, was cultivating the Indestructible Golden Body.
In just over nine short years,
he had already comprehended the Indestructible Golden Body to a consummate level.
His vital energy cultivation also logically reached the peak Great Grandmaster level.
He surpassed the family successor Ye Long in one fell swoop.
Moreover, he defeated Ye Long in the family competition, becoming the new family head successor.
Looking at Ye Long's unwilling expression,
Ye Xing felt the thrill of revenge in his heart.
However, for him, this was just the beginning.
He wanted revenge not only on Ye Long, but also on Ye Wujiang, his own wife, and even the entire Ye Family.
He was about to deliver a heavy blow to the Ye Family.
After becoming the family successor, Ye Xing obtained a Blood-Replenishing Bone-Tempering Pill.
It used to be a common family pill.
But now it was more expensive than the previous Vermilion Fruit.
The reason was that the Ancient Clan spread news that the Vermilion Fruit was extinct.
After Kunlun Mountain fully opened,
Vermilion Fruit would never appear in the world again.
This caused all pills related to Vermilion Fruit to skyrocket in price.
As for the price of Vermilion Fruit itself, it was even more exaggerated,
driven up to ten billion per fruit.
It was only after becoming the family heir that Ye Xing obtained one Blood-Replenishing Bone-Tempering Pill containing Vermilion Fruit components.
After taking one pill, his injuries still hadn't fully recovered.
He could only barely make sounds with his vocal cords, and his tongue had grown back halfway.
Later, because he helped the Ancient Clan capture young boys and girls to sacrifice to the flood dragon,
he received another family reward, allowing him to take a second Blood-Replenishing Bone-Tempering Pill.
The mouth and throat damaged by chemical burns from taking the blame for the Ye Family's crimes finally regained the ability to speak.
Now he could finally speak again.
"The Ancient Clan's funeral will also be the Ye Family's funeral."
Ye Xing spoke in a hoarse voice, clearly indicating his throat hadn't recovered to its former flawless state.

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...

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.”

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!