Malice from the System

Ye Xing wanted to laugh.

But the moment he opened his mouth, he coughed up a large mouthful of bloody water.

He mocked himself, "Born into a great aristocratic family, I never had a choice from the very moment I came into this world."

Ye Xing's vision gradually went dark.

All the memories of the past surfaced in his mind.

It was only from the day his aptitude was tested and found to be poor that he truly saw this cruel world for what it was.

He suffered all kinds of bullying within the family, but to survive, and for the sake of his wife and child, he bore the humiliation and persevered.

In the end, the child turned out to be Ye Long's, and he was nothing more than a massive fool.

He had worked tirelessly and diligently for the family, giving up his own dignity.

When they told him to kneel and acknowledge a master, he did so; when they told him to betray his master, he betrayed him.

Ultimately, all he got in return was being poisoned mute, disfigured, and forced to take the fall for the family's crimes.

How pathetic his life had been.

Fortunately, in the end, he had the entire Ye family buried alongside him.

Meanwhile, inside the death row dungeon of the Martial Arts Guild.

The remaining few dozen survivors of the Ye family were now lying numbly in their cages.

Their daily life consisted of waiting for Ye Xing to come and torture them.

If they endured it, they lived a few more days.

If they couldn't, they died on the spot, only to become food for the others.

And the television in the dungeon corridor played on a loop the footage of the Ye family children being sacrificed to the flood dragon.

Several guards watching over them suddenly walked in carrying small hammers.

Then, circulating their cultivation techniques, they approached these crippled people who had no power to fight back.

One hammer strike to each skull.

After dozens of muffled thuds, the once all-powerful Ye family of the Holy Capital was completely exterminated.

Immortal Capital.

Chen Feng, who had been nervously watching the live broadcast, suddenly received two system prompts.

[Congratulations on achieving a Master Achievement.]

[Seventh Disciple has annihilated a top-tier family.]

[Reward: 400 Vitality Points.]

Chen Feng froze, not yet understanding what was going on.

He only saw his Vitality Points rise to 7,200.

However, the second system prompt completely stunned him on the spot.

[Congratulations on achieving a Master Achievement.]

[Seventh Disciple Ye Xing has died.]

[The Master will inherit the disciple's Vitality Points.]

[Reward: 8,159 Vitality Points.]

At this moment, Chen Feng was utterly dumbfounded.

His Vitality cultivation directly advanced to the Martial Venerable realm.

The surging Vitality instantly forced open all the meridians in his body.

An indescribable power spread through his limbs and bones.

It caused Chen Feng's body to tremble uncontrollably.

He never expected the system to have such a method of leveling up.

After a disciple died, the master could actually inherit their Vitality Points.

If he were a deranged and ruthless master...

Wouldn't all these disciples become nothing but his nourishment?

For the first time, he felt a deep malice coming from the system.

From the very beginning, this Master System never intended to help the disciples succeed.

Taking in disciples was originally just to empower the master.

Chen Feng looked at his system panel, his heart filled with mixed emotions.

[Martial Arts Level: Martial Venerable]

[Nineteen Subduing Dragon Palms, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Ten Styles of Buddhist Palm, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Ten Styles of Heavenly Cripple Foot, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Northern Mystical Art, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Seven Absolutes Zither, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Fourteen Death-Bringing Swords, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Indestructible Golden Body, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Dragon Elephant Prajna Art, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Microsteps of Lingbo, Realm: Oneness with Heaven]

[Vitality Points: 15,359]

Beside him, Su Yan and Liu Weiwei both acutely noticed Chen Feng's transformation.

Especially Su Yan.

As a peak Martial Sage now, she was extremely sensitive to changes in vitality.

She immediately noticed that a massive fluctuation had appeared in Chen Feng's vitality cultivation.

She thought to herself:

"Could it be that the vitality devoured earlier was just refined by the Northern Darkness Divine Art?"

Liu Weiwei had the exact same thought in her heart.

At the same time, she was happy that her master was able to grow stronger.

Only Chen Feng himself could not bring himself to be happy.

This mechanism of the Master Teacher System was clearly conveying a message.

Sacrifice disciples to prove the Dao!

At this moment, Chen Feng finally understood.

Why the system never questioned a disciple's temperament or considered their character when evaluating them.

As long as there was a match, he could take them in as a disciple, even if the other party was not sincere about acknowledging him as their master.

...

Ye Xing's death.

Made Gu Yang and the others feel somewhat irritable.

Because they had to select a new person to take over Ye Xing's job of sacrificing to the flood dragon.

However, everything was not over yet.

On the arena, the one-armed Zhao Bing once again pointed his sword at the spectator seats where the Ancient Clan was located.

"Traitor Xiao Ruohan!"

"Do you dare to accept my challenge!"

Xiao Ruohan brushed up the white hair on her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

Looking at Zhao Bing on the arena, she stood up with a radiant smile.

"Junior Brother Zhao! No matter what, I am still your senior sister."

"Do you really want to kill me that badly?"

Zhao Bing frowned in disgust.

"Just a traitor!"

"What face do you have to call yourself my senior sister."

The conversation between the two caused an uproar at the scene.

Especially those young people of the Ancient Clan, who simply could not believe their ears.

"Sister-in-law is actually a disciple of that Chen Feng too!"

"What is going on with your Changqing? Marrying an outsider woman is one thing, but how does she have ties with that Chen Feng!"

"No wonder sister-in-law's palm techniques are so bizarre; none of us have ever seen them."

"This woman is not simple. She has Little Changqing completely wrapped around her finger, and she even took the initiative to find a large group of women for Changqing."

"This woman is scheming something huge. It is a pity she is pregnant with Changqing's child, so we cannot touch her. She carries the bloodline of the Ancient Clan, after all."

...

Among the spectators outside the Ancient Clan, there were also many who used to be fans of the Heaven's Choice Martial Arts Hall.

Naturally, they had paid attention to the love and hate entanglement between Xiao Ruohan and the Heaven's Choice Martial Arts Hall in the past.

They just did not expect it.

Ten years later, they could still catch up on this old drama.

"Let me tell you, back in the day, this Xiao Ruohan framed the heroes of Great Xia several times."

"I didn't expect her to still be this beautiful after ten years unseen."

"The White-Haired Dragon Girl truly lives up to her reputation, it is just that her heart is a bit dirty."

"It seems Brother Scar is going to clean up the sect on behalf of his master."

...

Listening to the discussions of the live audience, as well as the chatter from the crowd of the Ancient Clan.

Xiao Ruohan revealed a hint of mockery.

In her eyes, these gossiping spectators, along with those stupid Ancient Clan members, were all a bunch of useless good-for-nothings.

Not a single one of them could compare to her former master, Chen Feng.

They could not even compare to her fellow martial brothers and sisters.

Looking at Zhao Bing's eyes full of killing intent.

Xiao Ruohan agreed without hesitation:

"I can fight you."

"But you have the cultivation of a Martial Venerable, while I am only at the early stage of Grandmaster."

"For the sake of fairness, if you sever your other arm, only then will I fight you."

At this moment, everyone's heart trembled.

All of them involuntarily looked at Zhao Bing on the arena.

"This madman wouldn't do it, right?"

"If he chops it off again, he won't have a hand to hold his sword."

"Why do I feel like he will actually cut off his own arm?"

"Being able to see this kind of battle scene, this life has not been lived in vain."

...

Compared to the speculations and anticipation of the audience, Chen Feng, who was watching the live broadcast in Xiandu, could no longer sit still.

He could tell that Zhao Bing had already mastered the Thirteen Life-Claiming Swords to the realm of absolute harmony between man and nature.

He had reached a state where anything in the world could serve as his sword.

Even without a physical blade in hand, he could still unleash his own sword aura.

However, his current strength ultimately could not compare to when he was actually wielding a weapon.

After all, the internal energy circulation pathways of martial arts techniques were fundamentally designed for able-bodied individuals gripping a real sword.

With every physical impairment, the technique's power would drastically decrease.