Su Yan made her move, instantly incapacitating several members of the Yelu family.
Her current strength had reached the late-stage Grandmaster level.
There was still some distance to go before becoming a Martial Sovereign.
However, Su Yan wasn’t afraid of the Yelu family’s ancestral elder.
Although the opponent was a genuine Martial Sovereign,
this Martial Sovereign was simply too old.
Now at the age of 120,
it was practically certain he didn’t have many years left to live.
Su Yan was afraid he might die of old age before she could act, so she struck first.
Outside the conference room door, elderly figures filed in one after another.
Each of them possessed the strength of a Grandmaster.
Their gazes toward the Yelu family members were as if they were looking at the dead.
One of the elders, tears welling in his eyes, said,
"Brother Shan, I’ve come to avenge you!"
The other elders poured in like a tide,
carrying out a one-sided massacre of the Yelu family.
At this moment, the Yelu family
only had their three remaining elders at the Grandmaster level.
The only one who could still put up a fight was their ancestral elder.
But this Martial Sovereign was simply too old.
Facing over a dozen Grandmasters from the Devouring Heaven Club,
he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.
He knew the Yelu family was finished.
He just never imagined it would end like this.
By now, the Yelu family headquarters had been completely slaughtered by the Devouring Heaven Club members.
The final battle in the conference room was nearing its end.
One by one, the Yelu family members lost their lives in terror.
Their immigration plans,
their dreams of a better life,
their fantasies of family revival—
all turned to dust in this moment.
In the end, only the ancestral elder remained in the entire Yelu family.
Su Yan had never attacked him,
and the elder hadn’t made a move either.
For him, the timing of his strike no longer mattered.
The fall of the Yelu family was inevitable.
Seeing that every last member of his family had perished,
the elder slowly rose to his feet, preparing for the final battle of his life.
But Su Yan simply looked at him with a faint smile.
"We won’t kill you," she said.
"After all, someone needs to bury the dead."
With that, the Devouring Heaven Club members departed one after another.
The Yelu family elder stood amidst the wreckage of the conference room, his mind blank.
In the corridor outside,
Su Yan’s icy voice echoed one last time before she left:
"Upload the footage of the battle—especially the part where the Yelu family used the Star-Swallowing Technique—online."
Her command lingered in the conference room,
ringing in the ears of the 121-year-old Martial Sovereign.
Slowly, he sat back down in his seat,
closed his eyes in desolation,
and never opened them again.
A few minutes later,
shocking news exploded across all major media platforms in Great Xia.
The entire internet was in an uproar!
For a time, it even overshadowed the news from Kunlun Mountain.
...
At the same time,
in the ancestral lands of the Kunlun Remnants,
a system notification
roused Chen Feng from unconsciousness.
[Congratulations on achieving the Mentor milestone.]
[Fourth disciple has annihilated a top-tier family.]
[Reward: 300 points of Qi and Blood for the master.]
Chen Feng groggily opened his eyes.
What was going on?
At first, he was completely baffled.
Staring at the system prompt in his mind,
he couldn’t make sense of it.
His fourth disciple had wiped out a top-tier family?
His mind flashed to the hunched figure of Su Yan.
"Auntie Su Yan destroyed a top-tier family?"
"What the—did the system glitch?"
"Or did some senior citizens’ club take out a square-dancing granny troupe?"
But that wasn’t the important part.
Chen Feng soon noticed something even more shocking.
Another system prompt appeared:
[Reminder! The Qi and Blood rewarded by the system cannot be repurposed!]
Checking his stats:
[Martial Rank: Peak Warrior]
[Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms – Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Tathagata Divine Palm – Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Heavenly Cripple Kick – Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[North Darkness Divine Skill – Realm: Unity of Heaven and Man]
[Qi and Blood: 1100]
Originally at 800,
his Qi and Blood had now risen to 1100—
100 points above the Kunlun Mountain limit.
Chen Feng was stunned.
Even the rules of Kunlun Mountain couldn’t strip him of his Qi and Blood.
Did this mean
that the next time Kunlun’s gates opened,
he could unleash a crushing blow on everyone who entered?
Before he could celebrate,
Chen Feng realized something was off about his current situation.
"Where am I?"
Looking down, he saw
his wrists and ankles shackled,
with thick chains connected to the stone wall behind him.
Memories of his last moments before blacking out resurfaced.
Zhang Bowen’s relentless fists pounding into him,
ending with him being mercilessly frozen.
The thought of Zhang Bowen sent a chill down Chen Feng’s spine.
Even with his Qi and Blood now exceeding Kunlun’s limits,
he had no confidence in defeating Zhang Bowen.
That man was simply too formidable—
terrifyingly so.
Not only did he master numerous top-tier techniques,
but his comprehension of their realms was also incredibly advanced.
From their clash of martial domains during the fight,
Chen Feng could clearly sense that every technique Zhang Bowen used
had reached the eighth realm—Peak Mastery.
Most importantly, the man knew too many techniques.
His speed, defense, and offense were all flawlessly coordinated.
"No wonder he’s Great Xia’s most wanted, with a billion-yuan bounty."
"Rumors say he’s lived over 300 years."
"Who knows if he ate some divine herb or cultivated some forbidden art."
Chen Feng sighed inwardly.
Now fully alert,
he carefully surveyed his surroundings.
It was a massive stone chamber,
completely empty except for the chains binding him.
To his right was a stone door,
but from his angle, he couldn’t see outside.
Chen Feng channeled his Qi and Blood,
then abruptly yanked at the chains with all his might.
BANG!
The chains strained taut with a deafening clang,
digging painfully into his wrists and ankles.
Inspecting them, he found not even a scratch.
"Alright, that was naïve of me."
"Guess Zhang Bowen doesn’t make rookie mistakes."
The noise seemed to have alerted someone outside.
Footsteps approached,
and soon a slender young girl walked in.
"You’re awake!"
"Are you hungry? Would you like some water?"
Chen Feng looked up.
Before him stood a girl in ancient-style robes,
her long hair cascading to her waist.
Her fair skin and delicate features were striking,
but her slender frame hinted at frailty.
Then he noticed her eyes—
beautiful peach-blossom eyes that should have been lively,
yet held no light at all.
She was blind.
Hearing her crisp, youthful voice,
Chen Feng couldn’t help but feel the contrast was jarring.
"This is one of the Kunlun Remnants?"
"I thought they were supposed to be dangerous and xenophobic."
"Since when do prisoners get treated this well?"
"First thing she asks is if I’m hungry?"
Before he could ponder further,
a system notification chimed in his mind.
[Detected 100% compatibility with "Seven Extremes Qin."]
[Name: Gu Qianqian.]
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
