Amidst a certain patch of ruins.
The earth churned violently as a massive concrete slab was hurled into the air.
Grandpa Jin, covered in dust and grime, crawled out.
He was immediately stunned by the gray, hazy world before him.
But he quickly regained his senses.
He then dug out Yang Honghui from beneath the rubble.
Yang Honghui’s face was flushed red from holding his breath.
No sooner had he been pulled out than he gasped deeply, desperate to breathe the fresh air outside.
But instantly, he was choked by the dust.
He hurriedly covered his mouth and nose with his clothes.
Staring at the sky that looked like a sandstorm.
He was completely stunned.
He and Grandpa Jin had sprinted over a hundred miles.
Yet, they were still thrown down by a powerful shockwave.
Ordinary people would have been killed instantly by such a force.
Fortunately, the two of them—one a Martial Saint and the other a Martial Sovereign—
barely withstood the terrifying blast.
But the city, built over generations of human civilization,
had been utterly reduced to wasteland.
“This is the power of the Martial God!”
After standing there in shock for a long moment,
they set off again, fleeing northeast.
That was the direction of Daxia.
...
The news abruptly cut off.
But everyone anticipated what had happened.
Only the specifics remained unknown.
Jin Youxi held Shuangshuang tightly in her arms and looked toward her master, Chen Feng.
“Master, is there really no one who can stop him?”
“Not even junior sister Yin Hu?”
Chen Feng sighed deeply.
“He’s too powerful!”
“With over one hundred thousand vitality points, combined with the Realm of Unity between Heaven and Man,”
“I’m already comparable to a flood dragon before it transforms into a true dragon, yet I can’t even withstand a single casual palm strike from him.”
“Even Yin Hu is strong, but she might not be able to defeat Su Yuanshan.”
“Besides, if they were to fight, who knows how many cities would be destroyed.”
Jin Youxi noticed a crucial detail.
Her master’s vitality had somehow surged past one hundred thousand.
She recalled what Su Yan had told her before leaving.
If a disciple dies, Chen Feng’s strength would increase dramatically.
“Could it be that Master has practiced some dark art that sacrifices disciples?”
“No, that’s impossible. Master is so kind-hearted.”
“His accomplishments today are definitely his own true skill.”
...
Though she couldn’t understand why her master’s vitality had grown so extraordinarily,
Jin Youxi firmly believed that he would never intentionally harm them.
After hearing her father’s words,
Shuangshuang also realized just how terrifying her grandfather really was.
But her mother was so gentle—why was grandpa so violent?
Then, in the next moment,
her most feared grandfather appeared right before her.
“He looks a lot like Xiaoyan when she was little.”
“Those big eyes are really beautiful.”
Su Yuanshan rarely smiled.
According to intelligence reports,
he had easily sensed that blood connection all the way in the capital of Daxia.
Without any introductions,
he immediately recognized his granddaughter.
Su Yuanshan’s sudden appearance
made everyone in the villa’s living room break out in cold sweat.
Shuangshuang was so frightened she clung tightly to Jin Youxi, barely daring to breathe.
Su Yuanshan chuckled warmly:
“Don’t worry! Grandpa doesn’t like to eat children.”
Upon hearing Su Yuanshan’s awkward joke,
Shuangshuang somehow felt that this buzz-cut young man wasn’t so scary after all.
But the next words from Su Yuanshan...
Shuangshuang’s fondness for her grandfather instantly soared.
“Grandpa has even prepared a gift for you to celebrate our reunion.”
“But you’ll have to wait until this day next year.”
“By then, your grandmother and the second grandfather will bring your mother back from the Underworld.”
The moment she heard the word “mother,”
Shuangshuang’s eyes reddened, and she looked up expectantly at the towering Su Yuanshan, who stood nearly six feet three inches tall.
“Is that really true?” she asked.
Su Yuanshan crouched down and gently wiped away the tears at the corner of his granddaughter’s eyes.
“Of course it’s true.”
“Unless the ancient clan brothers have already abandoned the Great Xia they built with their lives.”
“Anything your grandpa sets his mind to is almost impossible to fail.”
“Next year on this day, I’ll personally take you to welcome your mother and grandmother back.”
Shuangshuang nodded eagerly.
At that moment, for her,
Whether this tall grandfather was a good person no longer mattered.
As long as she could see her mother again,
Even if her grandfather was a great villain, she had already chosen to believe in him.
Jin Youxi and Liu Weiwei stood nervously to the side, too afraid to speak.
Chen Feng couldn’t help but speak up when he thought of the devastated Southern Continent:
“Why did you have to involve the entire Southern Continent when all you had to do was kill Aiden?”
Su Yuanshan looked at Chen Feng with surprise.
With a puzzled expression, he asked,
“Why? Why what?”
“Am I not the big villain in your eyes?”
“Aren’t you the ones who saw me as the bad guy and tried to stop my resurrection?”
“And now you’re asking a villain why he did something bad?”
Su Yuanshan sneered with disdain.
“In the world of the strong, there is no ‘why.’”
“It’s only you foolish weaklings who should be reflecting.”
“If you hadn’t tried to stop my resurrection and killed my daughter back then,”
“The Southern Continent wouldn’t have been destroyed.”
“And my wife and daughter would have been reunited with me.”
“Tell me, who is the real culprit?”
Chen Feng was left speechless.
Su Yuanshan turned to Shuangshuang and said,
“Shuangshuang, remember this: never trust hypocritical good people.”
“Those kinds of people keep chopping down trees to make paper, yet write on that paper about protecting the forests and how it’s everyone’s responsibility.”
“And they’ll never admit they’re the real culprits—they’ll just accuse others of wrongdoing.”
Shuangshuang looked at her father, then at her grandfather, confused and silent.
Chen Feng clenched his fists.
Su Yuanshan’s words shattered his mental defenses.
“Could it be that I was wrong from the very beginning?”
“If we hadn’t deliberately stopped Su Yuanshan’s resurrection, the Southern Continent wouldn’t have suffered this catastrophe, and Su Yan wouldn’t have died.”
“Yes! All of this was because of our wishful thinking.”
“Our naive desire to protect the world is the original sin behind all this.”
Su Yuanshan ruffled his granddaughter’s hair.
“Grandpa still has things to take care of, but before I go, I need to remind you of something.”
“You must never be like your father, tamed by a mindset of slavery, turned into a slave of this world.”
“No matter good or bad, your family and friends will always be your family and friends.”
“No matter good or evil, your enemies will always be your enemies.”
“Just like in the future, whether you’re a good kid or a bad kid, you will always be the child your mother loves most.”
“Remember that!”
Su Yuanshan gently tapped Shuangshuang’s temple.
Then, in an instant, he vanished.
Shuangshuang felt that what her grandfather said might actually make some sense.
But she didn’t dare to voice it.
Because she knew that if she did, her father’s pride would likely take a hit.
After all, her grandfather was an elder.
It was only natural for him to scold her father.
Still, she wanted to spare her dad some face.
Nearby, Jin Youxi racked her brains, trying to comfort her master.
But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t think of a way to refute Su Yuanshan’s words.
Because deep down inside her heart,
no matter whether her master was good or bad,
she would always stand by him.
After a long moment of thought,
she timidly said to Chen Feng,
“Master, I suspect your father-in-law’s philosophy might be a bit… off.”
“Maybe even a little extreme.”
Chen Feng sighed.
Then, he slumped back onto the sofa in defeat.
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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?"
