The great battle of the Holy Capital came to an end.
By the time Liu Weiwei and Zhao Bing arrived.
The entire core area had been reduced to ruins.
All the members of the Ancient Clan had been captured.
In total, there were fewer than four hundred of them left.
However, there were still some out gaining experience in other cities.
Liu Weiwei had already found a way to notify the Heaven's Chosen Alliance and the branch presidents of the Martial Arts Associations in various regions to arrest the remaining remnants of the Ancient Clan.
Feng Tengyun and Su Yan were also imprisoned by Chen Feng.
Neither of them had expected.
That they would end up in such a state.
Everything had exceeded their expectations.
Originally, Feng Tengyun had envisioned Wei Qianqiu wiping out the Ancient Clan and restoring order to Great Xia.
Instead, Wei Qianqiu died in battle, and it was Chen Feng who ultimately dominated the battlefield.
Su Yan, on the other hand, was in a very good mood.
Eighty percent of the Nine Great Families had been destroyed.
Even the hardest to kill, Wei Qianqiu, had died in this battle.
Her only regret was.
That Wang Zun of the Wang Family had managed to escape in the end.
Meanwhile.
Qianqian dug through a pile of rubble.
She found a corpse clutching an ancient zither.
It was her grandmother.
She had been caught in the crossfire of the battle between the Ancient Clan and Wei Qianqiu.
Dying a tragic death inside the Wei Family's central tower.
Qianqian picked up the Heavenly Demon Zither.
She gently wiped the dust from its surface.
Looking at her grandmother's corpse, Qianqian did not feel an overwhelming amount of grief.
Because she knew very well.
That even if her grandmother were still alive, she would be in immense pain.
Because the Ancient Clan was gone.
Their family members were all dead.
If she had lived, she would only suffer every single day.
Qianqian strapped the ancient zither to her back.
Then, she picked up her grandmother's body and, along with the Spirit Crane, headed toward the Kunlun Mountains.
She wanted to bury her grandmother in the Kunlun Mountains.
The former home of the Ancient Clan.
At this moment, however, Chen Feng.
Was looking with a solemn expression at the dying Gu Yang.
The members of the Ancient Clan were weeping in grief and indignation.
At this point, all of their cultivation bases.
Had been crippled by Chen Feng, reducing them to ordinary people.
Gu Yang, who was on the verge of breathing his last, gripped Chen Feng's hand tightly.
His somewhat glazed eyes swept over the crowd of the Ancient Clan.
He still could not find the person he was looking for.
The people who knew the truth about the sacrifice of the Flood Dragon were all dead now.
The only remaining person alive who knew about this matter.
Was Gu Yang himself.
His eyes widened as he stared fixatedly at Chen Feng.
Every breath he took sounded like a broken bellows.
Producing a harsh, grating wheeze.
"Sacrifice..."
"Flood Dragon..."
"Sacrifice..."
"Flood Dragon..."
Even using all his remaining strength, Gu Yang could only barely squeeze out these words.
He had thousands of words in his heart.
He held boundless bitterness.
But his current physical and mental state.
Made it impossible for him to express everything he wanted to say.
Yet he clearly remembered.
That tomorrow was the day of the Flood Dragon sacrifice.
Once the sacrifice of the Flood Dragon was interrupted.
The Ancient Clan would face an entity far more terrifying than Wei Qianqiu.
Looking at Gu Yang, Chen Feng asked with a grim expression:
"Why must the Flood Dragon be sacrificed?"
"You're about to die, yet you're still obsessing over sacrificing the Flood Dragon!"
Faced with Chen Feng's question.
Gu Yang widened his eyes, seemingly quite anxious.
He held his breath for a long time.
Only to squeeze out one word.
"Sacrifice..."
Chen Feng looked toward the other members of the Ancient Clan.
But no one knew what Gu Yang was trying to say.
Some were merely still trying to argue.
"The Flood Dragon sacrifice has nothing to do with our Ancient Clan."
"The patriarch just doesn't want the Ancient Clan to be wrongly accused before he dies."
"Patriarch Gu Yang definitely can't let go of the time the Ye Family framed us for the Flood Dragon sacrifice."
"Patriarch, it has already come to this, can you still not let it go?"
...
Listening to his clansmen's words, Gu Yang felt a surge of anxiety in his heart, and suddenly, he couldn't catch his breath.
The light gradually faded from his wide, staring eyes.
However, the hand gripping Chen Feng did not let go.
Seeing that their Patriarch died with his eyes wide open, refusing to rest in peace, the members of the Gu clan all burst into loud wails.
"Have a safe journey, Patriarch! We will join you down there soon!"
"Ahhh... why did it have to be like this?"
"The Patriarch died with his eyes open! He must still have some unfulfilled wish!"
"Why did this happen? If only Kunlun had never opened its gates!"
...
Right as the Gu clan was mourning, an elderly man walked over.
With just a glance, Chen Feng could tell that the old man was just an ordinary person.
At his advanced age, he only had the meager cultivation of a Martial Apprentice.
The old man looked somewhat panicked.
Looking at the Gu clan members, he asked:
"Have you seen my daughter, Ruohan?"
"Did she manage to escape from the building?"
As he spoke, his eyes darted around, searching the area.
But he still couldn't find any sign of his daughter.
Back then, he had been imprisoned for three years.
By the time he came out, the world had completely changed.
The Gu clan ruled Great Xia, and Great Xia ruled the world.
His daughter had married into the Gu clan and was pregnant with a child, which was like a sparrow turning into a phoenix.
He had also gotten to live a good life because of her.
However, he had merely returned to Jiangcheng to pay respects to his late wife.
By the time he made it back to the Holy Capital, this tragedy had already struck.
Hearing the old man's words, Chen Feng was taken aback.
Memories of Xiao Ruohan's father slowly surfaced in his mind.
Back then, this family had caused trouble for him, spreading rumors and framing him.
In the end, their scheme backfired.
They ended up sending themselves to prison instead.
He remembered that it was Xiao Ruohan's father who had taken the fall and was sentenced to three years.
He never expected they would meet again under such circumstances.
Through Chen Feng's gaze, which could discern good from evil, he saw that Xiao Ruohan's father was no longer a bad person.
It seemed those three years of labor reform had been quite successful.
The slowly rotating Soul Taiji Diagram proved that this weathered old man was now just an ordinary, secular person.
Chen Feng sighed.
"She's already dead. Her body is right over there."
Xiao Ruohan's father froze on the spot.
After a long while, he wiped away a tear and stumbled toward the direction Chen Feng had pointed.
Chen Feng followed him.
Channeling his Dragon-Elephant Prajna Technique, Chen Feng lifted the rubble of the collapsed skyscraper piece by piece.
Soon, a crushed, deformed body wearing a hollowed-out qipao was uncovered.
Xiao Ruohan's father looked at the corpse.
He fell straight to his knees and began to weep bitterly.
Chen Feng turned around, preparing to leave.
Just then, Xiao Ruohan's father said something that stopped him in his tracks.
"Thank you, Chen Feng!"
"For what happened back then, it was Ruohan who wronged you. It was our entire family who wronged you."
Chen Feng stood stunned for a long time before walking away in silence, without saying a word.
He had thought the other party hadn't recognized him.
He didn't expect that the man had known who he was all along.
As the dawn tore through the darkness, the sun of the second day began to rise.
A piece of news that shocked the world gradually spread.
First, the entirety of Great Xia began to seethe with excitement.
The Martial Arts Guilds of various cities dispatched people to support the Holy Capital.
At the same time, they began to arrest the younger generation of the Gu clan who were out on trials.
Then, the whole world began to cheer.
The name of Great Xia's hero, Chen Feng, resonated across the globe once again.
Meanwhile, in Kunlun City, a young man who looked like a beggar was watching a news broadcast.
He was the last Martial Sage of the Ancient Clan.
However, due to the effects of the Everlasting Youth Art, he was currently undergoing a phase of physical rejuvenation.
His once-peerless Martial Sage cultivation had regressed to when he was eighteen, leaving him with only the strength of an Advanced Martial Artist.
He had only managed to avoid the devastating battle at the Holy Capital because he was out supervising the younger disciples of the clan on their training trials.
His eyes were bloodshot and brimming with tears.
He glared fixedly at the imposing photograph of Chen Feng on the news.
Gritting his teeth, he hissed venomously, "The annihilation of my clan is a blood feud that will never be forgiven!"
"I will make every last one of you burn in hell alongside the Ancient Clan!"
With that, he headed straight toward the Kunlun Mountain Range without ever looking back.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
