After the new capital of Great Xia was established.
For the sake of future development, the monopoly of martial arts by aristocratic families was completely brought to an end.
All martial arts cultivation methods were placed under the ownership of the Martial Arts Guild.
Public martial arts academies were also established.
This ensured that everyone could learn the cultivation method that suited them best.
This was also the original idea Chen Feng had when he later founded the Heaven's Choice Martial Arts Academy in Kunlun City.
He never expected it to be realized in this way today.
Of course.
The fundamental reason was that out of the Nine Great Families, only the Wang family remained as the sole survivor.
Moreover, with Yin Hu, a Martial God, holding the fort.
No one dared to object.
Having temporarily settled the affairs of Great Xia.
They began to arrange for dispatched personnel to prepare to take over the other three continents again.
The Martial Arts Guild also established a new power structure at this time.
Beneath the President of the Martial Arts Guild, four Consul positions were created.
They would respectively manage the Martial Arts Guilds of the four continents.
Yang Honghui, the former branch president of Kunlun City, as a senior veteran.
Coupled with his close personal friendship with Great Xia's hero, Chen Feng.
Was honored to be elected as the Consul of the Southern Continent.
Although he only possessed the strength of a Grandmaster.
In this era where even Martial Saints were almost all dead.
He already belonged to the top-tier combat power.
Furthermore, he now had a golden partner, Grandpa Jin.
Grandpa Jin never dreamed.
That he, originally an immigrant from Korea.
Would now become the Deputy Consul of the Southern Continent.
"I have to say, immigrating to Great Xia with my granddaughter back then was the wisest decision I've ever made in my life."
Grandpa Jin couldn't help but sigh with emotion.
Back when he and his granddaughter put down roots in Kunlun City.
Because his own strength was at the Martial Venerable realm, Yang Honghui frequently invited him to help out.
Over time, the two became good buddies.
Now, his position was completely formalized.
Leaping to become part of the highest echelon of power in Great Xia.
Of course, the biggest reason.
Was his peak Martial Venerable strength, with the potential to advance to Martial Saint in the future.
Moreover, his granddaughter was the disciple of Great Xia's hero, Chen Feng.
Combined with the contributions he had made in Kunlun City over the years.
He had participated in the defense battle during the conflict with Zhang Bowen.
Teaming up with Yang Honghui, he killed many invaders.
During the years of the Ancient Clan's rule, he had managed Kunlun City together with Yang Honghui.
Aside from the sudden appearance of Yin Hu later on, there had never been any major troubles.
Today, Yang Honghui and Grandpa Jin still didn't know.
The actual fundamental reason.
Was that the Southern Continent had a massive, headache-inducing problem.
Gu Qianqian and the Spirit Crane.
One was the disciple of Great Xia's hero.
The other was a spirit beast with strength even more formidable than a Martial Saint.
Ordinary people really didn't dare to manage them.
They could only let these two, who had a good relationship with Chen Feng, take charge.
Now, the area where Qianqian was located.
Had become a forbidden zone for all criminals.
Gu Qianqian still went to the cafe every day to play the piano.
The local public security reached unprecedented heights.
The crime rate was almost zero.
Countless people came out of admiration, choosing to settle in this city.
...
Western Continent.
Su Yan looked at the newly arrived Consul and said with a smile:
"Old Mr. Tang Geng, it seems everything went smoothly."
As a veteran of the Martial Arts Guild, Tang Geng immediately bowed his head respectfully upon seeing Su Yan and said:
"Without the Group Owner's help, my family would have been ruined and I would have perished long ago. I wouldn't be here today."
"I wonder what arrangements the Group Owner has next?"
Su Yan shook her head and smiled:
"We bide our time and wait for an opportunity!"
"Right now, the person behind my enemy is a Martial God."
Tang Geng nodded.
Facing a Martial God, there really was nothing they could do.
Even without a Martial God, the Martial Saints of the Wang family were not easy to deal with.
Moreover, the Wang family was very close to Great Xia's hero.
One wrong move.
And the entire game would be lost.
This pawn of his, planted in the Martial Arts Guild, had been carefully managed for decades.
Once, Su Yan's father, Su Yuanshan, had saved his life.
Later, when he fell into distress again, he was fortunate to be rescued by Su Yan, who also helped him avenge his murdered son.
Now, he was a top-tier member of the Heaven-Swallowing Club.
At this moment, Su Yan was gripping a person's head in her hand.
As the Northern Dark Divine Art slowly circulated.
That person's full body of vitality and blood was swallowed clean in an instant.
Someone quickly carried the body away.
Then, another person was escorted and brought before Su Yan.
...
Northern Continent.
Feng Tengyun was currently cultivating the Star-Sucking Great Art.
However, his recovery speed.
Was not as fast as Su Yan's.
Now, he had only barely recovered to the strength of a Martial Artist.
But for a former Martial Saint.
Re-cultivating his vitality and blood cultivation base was not too difficult.
The biggest drawback was simply that it would take a lot of time.
However, for Feng Tengyun, who had cultivated the Everlasting Spring Art.
This was no big deal.
Soon, Mi Chuan arrived in a hurry.
"Old Feng, you old rascal, well done!"
"That old subordinate of yours actually got elected as the Consul of the Northern Continent."
Mi Chuan wanted to say a few more words.
But then Feng Tengyun's phone rang.
"Elder Feng, do you need anything right now?"
Feng Tengyun said indifferently:
"Give me a copy of all the classified documents regarding Great Xia."
The other end of the phone agreed immediately.
Then the phone was hung up very simply.
Without any nonsense.
Mi Chuan said curiously:
"Old Feng, how many death-sworn loyalists like this do you still have?"
Feng Tengyun said indifferently:
"They are not my death-sworn loyalists."
"They are just people who share my ideals."
"Back when I served as the Consul of the Dark Department, I single-handedly promoted these people."
"We all share a common goal, to build the ideal Great Xia."
"Now, it's considered half-complete."
At this moment, Feng Tengyun was watching the news on TV, which was announcing Great Xia's new regulations.
It stated exactly that any monopolistic behavior regarding all martial arts cultivation methods was prohibited.
From now on, all public martial arts academies would allow people to learn these methods.
And the one who proposed this suggestion.
Was none other than one of Feng Tengyun's former subordinates.
...
On one side, Great Xia was announcing various new regulations.
On the other side, the whole world was celebrating the victory over the Ancient Clan and the Flood Dragon.
Furthermore, according to the unified situation of Great Xia.
There would almost certainly be no more wars in the future.
With a Martial God overseeing Great Xia, no one dared to harbor any other thoughts.
And among them, the most joyous place was undoubtedly Great Xia's new capital.
Tiandu!
To celebrate the victory.
Wang Hao specially hosted a God of Food Competition for Yin Hu.
The prize money reached up to ten million.
Most importantly, one could present delicacies to the Martial God.
For a time, it attracted top chefs from all over the world to come and participate.
They weren't just here for the ten million prize.
Many people came with the hope of personally meeting the legendary Martial God.
Suddenly, Tiandu was surging with crowds. In just one week.
The number of chefs who signed up exceeded ten thousand.
Moreover, in the audition rounds.
Yin Hu would personally serve as the head judge, personally tasting world-class cuisine.
After hearing that they could meet the Martial God during the auditions, the number of registered chefs instantly doubled.
Add to that the fact that no matter what Yin Hu ate, he would always say it was delicious.
These people immediately took the video clips of Yin Hu eating their competition dishes and saved them like treasures.
Even if they were eliminated due to low scores from Wang Hao and the other judges.
Once they returned home, they could rely on the video clips of Yin Hu to make their restaurant's business explode.
Very quickly, people sniffed out the business opportunities within this.
Various small restaurants and roadside stalls all signed up to participate.
The internet also resounded with all sorts of speechless teasing.
"The pork trotter rice shop downstairs from my house actually entered the competition too, and they even said the Martial God loves eating the fatty parts!"
"What's the deal with that stinky tofu vendor? You're going to feed the Martial God that?"
"The Martial God looks so cute, but it's a bit hard to stomach how he eats an entire roasted cow without spitting out the bones."
"Are you kidding me? Why is a milk tea vendor joining in the fun?"
...
Compared to the bustling noise of the Heaven Capital.
In the silent Kunlun Mountains, a quiet mound of earth suddenly exploded.
A massive stone slab shot into the sky.
Looking closely, it was actually a giant coffin lid.
It had been seven days since that Martial Sage of the Ancient Clan entered the Ghost Tomb.
At this moment, the coffin lid of the Ghost Tomb was thrown open again, and a white-haired old man crawled out from within.
He looked at everything before him in shock.
He couldn't help but grab a handful of dirt and stuff it into his mouth.
He chewed it vigorously and then swallowed.
"I'm really back! The resurrection through a corpse was a success!"
"Hahaha... They said the soul would return in seven days, but I waited a full seven years."
"Thank goodness I didn't give up!"
"As expected of me! Such perseverance! Hahaha..."
The old man had a head full of curly white hair and an aquiline nose characteristic of the Western Continent.
His golden eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time.
He took a deep, excited breath.
And then let it out with immense enjoyment!
"I finally don't have to face that madman Gu Sanliang anymore, or that tyrant Su Yuanshan!"
"Hahaha..."
The old man's laughter echoed throughout Kunlun.
The next moment, he stepped into the void, walking up into the sky as if treading on solid air.
"Southern Continent! Your emperor has returned!"

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”