Just as the Holy Capital was preparing to put the Ancient Clan on trial.
By the seaside of Linhai City.
A massive behemoth gradually surfaced.
A Flood Dragon slowly emerged from the sea and soared into the sky.
Its cold eyes glanced toward the direction of the sun.
It was already afternoon.
The Flood Dragon clearly remembered.
Over the past nine years, every time the Ancient Clan sacrificed children, it was before noon on the first day of every month.
It had never been later than noon.
It leaped into the sky.
Looking down at the vast land.
Still, there was no sign of the Ancient Clan.
The Flood Dragon felt an unprecedented sense of slight.
When another two hours passed and there was still no sight of the Ancient Clan.
The Flood Dragon's eyes grew even more chilling.
"It seems these ants think I am easy to deal with!"
For the first time in nine years, it was enraged.
It decided to teach these lowly humans a lesson they would never forget.
To make them understand who the true ruler of this world was.
And to let the Ancient Clan understand.
The majesty of a dragon!
Cannot be slighted!
Cannot be offended!
Cannot be neglected!
Cannot be desecrated!
Cannot be defied!
At the same time, it would use this punishment of the Ancient Clan to show the world.
The consequences of angering the ruler of the world.
A dragon's roar echoed through the nine heavens.
Spreading across Great Xia.
Dark clouds instantly covered Linhai City.
In an instant, lightning flashed, thunder rolled, and torrential rain poured down.
The suddenly formed storm rapidly moved toward the direction of the Holy Capital.
Kunlun City.
Yin Hu, who was enjoying delicious food, suddenly twitched her ears.
Revealing a look of pleasant surprise.
"The four-legged snake is finally willing to come out!"
At this time, Wang Hao was yelling into his phone:
"Are you kidding me!"
"Can't you just feed them more hormones?"
"Even I, who have never raised chickens, know more than you!"
"From now on, feed them hormones eight times a day. You absolutely cannot let me run out of stock."
After saying that, Wang Hao angrily hung up the phone.
He couldn't help but curse:
"Truly useless, like mud that can't support a wall."
Then he suddenly saw the news on the TV and immediately started talking excitedly.
"Ancestor, did you see that!"
"This mysterious Kunlun Wang family ancestor they're talking about is you!"
"You are now a mysterious great hero."
Yin Hu, however, said with some surprise:
"That Wei Qianqiu should be a quasi-Martial God."
"It's a pity that after that old fool from the Ancient Clan established Great Xia, the human race was forbidden from becoming gods."
Hearing this, Jin Youxi had a look of astonishment.
"Great Xia was established by the Ancient Clan?"
Yin Hu swallowed a whole roast chicken in one bite and nodded, saying:
"Hypocritical humans, just with one sentence 'for the common people of the world'."
"They sealed the path to becoming a Martial God for the human race."
"They didn't even ask if the common people of the world agreed."
"Anyway, I am firmly against it."
"Unfortunately, Gu Sanliang and those old fools were simply too powerful."
"Even the Four Great Divine Beasts were captured and used to suppress the human race's fortune."
Wang Hao and Jin Youxi felt like they had just heard some massive gossip.
This was knowledge not even found in history books.
Because looking at the entire history of Great Xia.
Martial Gods only existed in legends.
A Martial Saint was the most powerful existence in the eyes of ordinary people.
If it weren't for Wei Qianqiu's terrifying battle record this time.
The world still wouldn't know.
That above the Martial Saint, there was also the Half-Step Martial God.
Right at this moment.
A tyrannical dragon's might suddenly swept over from the east.
Separated by thousands of miles.
Wang Hao and Jin Youxi still couldn't help but shiver.
However, Yin Hu's eyes lit up.
"It seems the four-legged snake has left the sea!"
She picked up the hotpot in front of her and drank it all in one gulp.
Then she said to Wang Hao:
"Make sure the delicious food doesn't stop. Save it all up for me."
"Wait for me to go meet an enemy, and then I'll come back to continue eating."
After saying that, Yin Hu darted out of the restaurant.
Sensing the dragon's might, she turned into a streak of white light and headed in the direction of the Holy Capital.
At the same time.
Chen Feng and the others, who were preparing to put the Ancient Clan on trial.
At this moment, all their hairs stood on end, and they all stood up in fear.
Looking at the rolling dark clouds coming from the south.
As well as the dragon's roar and dragon's might that made them feel uneasy.
The Ancient Clan, whose hearts had already died.
Suddenly heard the dragon's roar.
It was as if they had suddenly grabbed onto a lifesaving straw.
They all turned their heads to look south.
When they saw the storm clouds blotting out the sky and sun, and the continuously flashing thunderstorms.
They all suddenly became excited.
"It's the Flood Dragon! It's our clan's divine beast!"
"Hahaha... The Flood Dragon has come! Our clan is saved!"
"You damn lower-class people, wait to face the wrath of our clan's divine beast!"
"Chen Feng! Why don't you hurry up and release us? Do you want to see Great Xia destroyed!"
"None of you people even think about running away! The Flood Dragon will avenge the Ancient Clan!"
...
Chen Feng and Wang Zun, at this time, could no longer care about the suicidal Ancient Clan.
They never expected.
That the Flood Dragon, which had been quiet for nine years, would come out to cause trouble at this time.
But they couldn't figure it out.
Why didn't the Flood Dragon come during the great battle with the Ancient Clan?
Why did it arrive so late, only after the Ancient Clan had been beaten and crippled?
Was the Flood Dragon really here to save the Ancient Clan?
In the blink of an eye, the storm clouds swept over the entire Holy Capital.
Everyone raised their heads, squinting their eyes, looking up at the sky.
They didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
They saw a massive silhouette swimming back and forth within the thunderclouds.
The Flood Dragon was very displeased at this moment.
As soon as it arrived above the Holy Capital.
It sensed a thick stench of blood.
At the same time, it also felt.
That the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was getting thicker.
"These fools of the Ancient Clan, do they not know the consequences of the Kunlun Blood Sacrifice?"
Relying on its powerful perception, the Flood Dragon quickly sniffed out the scent of the Ancient Clan's bloodline amid the wind and rain.
Its massive body instantly swooped down.
At the same time, its bloodline coercion instantly descended upon the earth.
Countless ordinary people who came to watch the trial.
Instantly collapsed to the ground.
Even those martial artists felt weak in their hearts and soft in their limbs.
It was a fear originating from the soul.
Chen Feng, at this moment, couldn't help but circulate his vitality and blood, ready to flee at any time.
But he had already decided that before fleeing.
He would kill all these Ancient Clan people in front of him.
To him, this was just a matter of a single palm strike.
The only problem was that he had no confidence in escaping the Flood Dragon's pursuit.
Wang Zun beside him had a similar thought to Chen Feng at this time.
He whispered:
"Later, the two of us will flee in separate directions. If one can get away, that's better than none."
Chen Feng nodded silently.
His mind was already in a state of extreme tension.
Qilin scales unconsciously popped out of his skin.
However, he tried his best to control it and made the scales retract.
After all, the Flood Dragon and the Qilin didn't have a good relationship back in the day.
If he caught the Flood Dragon's attention.
Today's date in future years might just become the memorial day for Great Xia's heroes.
Amidst streaks of lightning.
A purple Flood Dragon swimming quickly in the air, like a phantom.
Hovered above everyone's heads.
Then it floated a hundred meters up in the sky.
The Flood Dragon's pupils contracted.
It stared at the Ancient Clan members below, who were bound by shackles and iron chains.
And let out a deafening voice.
"Who is stopping the Ancient Clan from sacrificing children to me!"
Just this one sentence.
Everyone was stunned.
Especially the Ancient Clan members.
They never expected.
That the Flood Dragon would say such a thing.
And more importantly.
Since when did the Ancient Clan sacrifice children to the Flood Dragon?
Wasn't that a frame-up by the Ye family?
Could it be that Lord Flood Dragon made a mistake?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
