Su Yan strongly agreed with Feng Tengyun's words.
Even if no one stepped forward to overthrow the Ancient Clan, they would decline on their own.
No matter how hard those elders of the Ancient Clan tried, they couldn't change one thing.
Their mindset was completely out of touch with the outside world.
However, Su Yan couldn't wait for that day.
She didn't want to let these people live to see the day of their own destruction.
"Wei Qianqiu once said,"
"As long as the Ancient Clan has fewer than a hundred Martial Saints in the Sacred Capital, she can annihilate them."
Feng Tengyun's eyes, which had been narrowed all along, widened slightly.
"It seems the Ancient Clan will be holding another funeral very soon."
Su Yan left silently.
At this moment, the incident of the flood dragon eating people also came to an end.
All the members of the Ye family present were arrested.
Ye Long's neck was almost snapped on the spot.
In the end, it was Ye Xing who pleaded for mercy:
"I suggest we don't kill them just yet."
"We should cripple their dantians first, and then interrogate them thoroughly."
"Ask them exactly who instructed them to frame the Ancient Clan, and whether they have any accomplices behind the scenes."
The elder of the Ancient Clan found this reasonable.
He crippled Ye Long on the spot.
At the same time, the rest of the Ye family could not escape this disaster either.
Everyone from the Ye family in the Sacred Capital was rounded up and their cultivation was crippled.
Even ordinary people at the Martial Apprentice level were not spared.
For a time, the entire Ye family was filled with wails of sorrow.
Finally, they were all locked up together in the headquarters prison of the Martial Arts Association.
As for the interrogation work, it naturally fell to Ye Xing.
Originally, all of the Ancient Clan's affairs were handled by the Ye family.
But suddenly, the entire Ye family was gone.
They temporarily fell into a situation with no one available to use.
However, Gu Yang was in no mood to care about this matter right now.
The time to sacrifice to the flood dragon this month was fast approaching.
Now that the Ye family was gone, who was going to handle this?
Soon, he remembered that there seemed to be one person left in the Ye family.
Ye Xing!
The man who had helped him frame his own family.
Although he didn't know why this man did it, he was indeed the most suitable candidate.
Gu Yang didn't want anyone else to know about this matter.
...
Inside the prison of the Martial Arts Association.
Ye Xing said to the guards:
"I'm going to interrogate the major criminals of the Ye family. You guys stand guard outside and don't let anyone in."
"Remember, don't listen to what you shouldn't listen to, otherwise you won't even know how you died."
The guard immediately left and went to the main gate.
He shut the door tightly.
This matter involved the major criminals of the Ancient Clan.
A lowly guard like him wouldn't dare to get involved.
As soon as Ye Xing entered the cell block.
The members of the Ye family roared:
"Ye Xing! You traitor! You must have secretly filmed that video!"
"Ye Xing, you beast, why did you do this!"
"I am your wife! Please let me go! And our child!"
"Wuuu... Daddy, save me!"
...
Ye Xing remained indifferent to the insults and pleas of the crowd.
He even turned a blind eye to the crying children.
He walked straight to the cell where Ye Wujiang was held.
The heavily injured Ye Wujiang gritted his teeth and crawled to the iron bars.
His lower body was almost completely paralyzed.
Only his right hand could barely move.
His blood-red eyes glared up at Ye Xing in pure fury.
He reached his right hand out of the cell and tightly grabbed the hem of Ye Xing's pants.
"Why did you frame the family!"
"What good does this do you!"
"Have you ever thought that without the family, you, as the heir, will inherit absolutely nothing in the future?"
"Without the Ye family, you are nothing!"
Listening to Ye Wujiang's words, Ye Xing chuckled.
His shoulders couldn't help but tremble.
His laughter grew louder and louder.
In the end, it even became somewhat manic and chilling.
The Ye family members who had been angrily cursing were now frightened into goosebumps by Ye Xing's crazed laughter.
After a long time.
Ye Xing wiped the tears of laughter from the corners of his eyes.
Staring at Ye Wujiang, he said:
"What has the Ye family ever given me? The right to inherit the position of family head decades from now?"
Ye Wujiang roared angrily:
"If it weren't for the Ye family, you wouldn't be where you are today!"
Ye Xing's face gradually darkened.
He revealed a fierce and savage expression.
"That's right! If it weren't for the family, I wouldn't be where I am today."
"Ever since the day I was tested and found to have poor aptitude, I was constantly bullied by the rest of the family!"
"I acted like a dog, enduring all kinds of mockery, working my ass off running errands for the family, hoping to gain recognition."
"But what was the result? In the end, I was poisoned, rendered mute, disfigured, and made a scapegoat for the family's glory."
"Even the child I was willing to die for turned out to be Ye Long's bastard!"
Ye Xing's face was flushed, spit flying from his mouth as his hoarse voice continuously roared.
This version of Ye Xing.
Was something none of the Ye family members had ever seen before.
The Ye Xing in their impression had always been subservient and meek.
Even when ridiculed to his face.
He would only smile awkwardly and not dare to talk back.
Later, even when he became the new generation's heir to the family head.
He was respectful to everyone.
They never expected that the real Ye Xing was like this.
Hearing that even his child wasn't his own, everyone realized that Ye Xing definitely wasn't going to let them off.
But who would willingly accept dying like this.
Immediately, some people knelt on the ground and begged for mercy.
At this moment, Ye Long roared:
"No one is allowed to kneel! Kneeling is useless!"
"The Ancient Clan will never let us live!"
But the women pleaded:
"But the children are innocent!"
Speaking of the children, Ye Xing burst into loud laughter once again.
"Don't worry! Your children won't die with you."
"I will sacrifice them to the flood dragon."
"This time, I'll record a video just like before, and bring it back for you to enjoy."
After saying that, Ye Xing laughed loudly again.
The despairing and vicious curses of his clansmen sounded exceptionally pleasant to his ears.
...
Four Symbols Chasm.
Jin Youxi watched the figure struggling to climb up.
Ignoring the saber-toothed tiger that had transformed into a human shape, she hurriedly ran down the mountain.
Yin Hu subconsciously sniffed the air.
"Oh ho! Food has delivered itself to my doorstep."
"Just when I was getting hungry, this is perfect!"
She originally wanted to see what kind of prey it was.
But then she saw a human woman running over.
"Ancient Clan?"
"I don't care what clan they are, right now they are all my rations."
Just as Yin Hu was about to pounce on Jin Youxi and enjoy her first delicious meal after climbing up from the White Tiger Abyss.
She heard Jin Youxi shout loudly:
"Master!"
"Is that you!"
Yin Hu paused.
She turned her head to look at Chen Feng, and then looked at Jin Youxi.
"Is this the person delivering snacks to me?"
While calling out, Jin Youxi looked warily at Yin Hu.
She happened to see Yin Hu looking at her, drooling.
Hearing the somewhat familiar voice, Chen Feng looked up.
His expression couldn't help but freeze in surprise.
Over nine years, nearly ten years had passed.
Jin Youxi had undergone tremendous changes.
The petite and cute young girl in his memory now wore a pair of glasses and had gained a bit more maturity.
"Jin Youxi!"
Chen Feng revealed a gratified smile.
He had run into Jin Youxi right after coming up.
He knew this was definitely no coincidence.
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
