Starting as the young master of a medicine shop, he practiced swordsmanship for twenty years

Inside the dim room, the bright candlelight flickered gently in the breeze.

The seemingly refined man was dressed in a light cyan robe.

The man's face held a hard to hide hostility, and he was the infinitely glorious imperial son-in-law during the reign of the late emperor, the husband of Princess Xingyue—Wen Mocheng.

The Wen family, as a distinguished family in the Eastern Region, was already a deeply rooted existence.

And the Wen family's ancestor, Wen Fengyuan, was an even more remarkable figure.

Wen Fengyuan was once the head of the Great Xia Academy.

At the same time, Wen Fengyuan also held the official position of Jianzheng(监正: Supervisor) of the Great Xia Guozijian(国子监: Imperial College), making him a dual peak figure in the Great Xia Dynasty's court and martial arts.

His influence had even spread throughout the Great Xia Dynasty, with at least one-fifth of the officials in the Great Xia court having intricate connections with Wen Fengyuan.

Whether they were his students or his old friends, this vast network of relationships made the Wen family's prominent position in the Great Xia Dynasty as stable as Mount Tai.

As for his martial arts cultivation, Wen Fengyuan's martial arts realm was even more unfathomable.

More than a decade ago, during the late emperor's reign, he was already a martial artist in the Great Accomplishment of the Divine Mansion realm, a Yuanshen(元神: Primordial Spirit) True Person, a veritable towering giant.

Finally, the late emperor highly recognized Wen Fengyuan's achievements, and when he retired to his hometown, he personally issued an edict bestowing upon him the title of Great Xia Rong Guogong(荣国公: Duke Rong of the State).

This Rong Guogong peerage not only symbolized Wen Fengyuan's personal merits but also represented the Wen family's position in the Great Xia imperial family's heart.

Because Rong Guogong is one of the highest titles in the dynasty, only imperial relatives or veteran ministers with generations of prominence and outstanding achievements can receive this honor.

Therefore, even though Wen Fengyuan had retired to his hometown, his prestige could still deter all directions.

And ten years ago, after Wen Mocheng, the eldest son of the legal wife of the Wen family, became the imperial son-in-law of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The reputation of the Eastern Region Wen family reached its peak, and its status in the entire Great Xia Dynasty was second only to the eight great families.

In this Eastern Region, the Wen family's power was at its zenith, and even most of the State Herdsman of the various states in the Eastern Region had to consider the Wen family's wishes.

Take the State Herdsman of Wentai State, for example, as a high-ranking regional official in charge of a state, didn't he still have to personally visit every now and then.

Bowing and scraping to Rong Guogong Wen Fengyuan, respectfully greeting him, with a very low posture, for fear of offending or neglecting him in the slightest.

Therefore, Wen Mocheng, as the eldest son of the legal wife of the Wen family and the future heir to the Wen family, was naturally the center of attention.

He not only carried the expectations of the family but also enjoyed unparalleled glory and martial arts resources under the attention of the Wen family's ancestor, Wen Fengyuan.

Today's Wen Mocheng, at only around thirty years old, has already cultivated to the realm of Inner Qi Perfection.

This is still because Wen Mocheng himself has slightly insufficient martial arts talent.

Otherwise, with the help of the Wen family's massive resources, he would have already been able to aspire to the realm of a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

"Bitch, you just stay here obediently for me!"

Wen Mocheng's voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, icy and bone-chilling, with every word wrapped in thick hatred.

His venomous gaze was directed straight at the woman on the bed, as if he wanted to cut into a thousand pieces her in the next second.

"After half a year, the Wen family will become the new eight great families."

"Those families have already promised our Wen family that once the great event is accomplished, they will bestow upon us that legendary thing."

"Ten- pattern Sun Artifact!"

Ten- pattern Sun Artifact!

As the future head of the Wen family, Wen Mocheng naturally knew some of the important secrets of the Great Xia Dynasty.

The ten- pattern Sun-level sacrificial artifact is the ultimate power of the Great Xia Dynasty, without exception.

The Great Xia imperial family, the eight great families, and the five transcendent forces can stand at the top of the Great Xia Dynasty all by relying on the vast power of the ten- pattern Sun Artifact!

If their Wen family successfully obtains this legendary ten- pattern Sun-level sacrificial artifact.

At that time, the Wen family's ancestor, Wen Fengyuan, can use the power of the ten- pattern Sun Artifact to completely stand at the top of the Great Xia Dynasty's martial artists.

And as the future head of the Wen family, in the future, he may also get a glimpse of the power of that ten- pattern Sun Artifact.

Wen Mocheng outlined in his mind the illusion of himself in charge of the ten- pattern Sun Artifact, the more he thought about it, the more engrossed he became, and a greedy desire instantly ignited in his eyes.

Immediately afterward, Wen Mocheng raised his head and laughed loudly, his laughter sharp and arrogant, echoing endlessly in the silent room.

After laughing, Wen Mocheng flung his sleeves and strode away.

Wen Mocheng's extremely arrogant laughter had not yet completely dissipated.

At the doorway, a vague figure, like a ghost, quietly appeared.

That tall figure stood indifferently in front of Wen Mocheng without any warning.

All this happened too suddenly, Wen Mocheng didn't even have time to react.

The next second, a slap containing infinite power, wrapped in the sound of the wind, slammed hard on his face.

"Bang!"

A loud noise exploded, and the crisp sound seemed to break people's eardrums.

Wen Mocheng's entire body, under the impact of this powerful force, flew backward uncontrollably like a cannonball being fired.

The remaining power of that terrifying slap was unstoppable, and wherever Wen Mocheng's body went, the obstacles along the way were blown away.

Finally, Wen Mocheng's body was violently bounced back at the pillar next to the wall and fell heavily to the ground.

Wen Mocheng lay on the ground like a dead dog, convulsing in pain, enduring the pain all over his body.

On his originally handsome pale face, a palm print that was almost penetrating the bone red appeared.

That palm print was like a brand, conspicuous and dazzling.

At the same time, a thick line of blood slowly flowed from the corner of Wen Mocheng's mouth.

This line of blood dripped onto the clean and tidy ground, forming shocking blood stains.

Lying on the ground, Wen Mocheng slowly raised his head, and his originally angry eyes instantly widened, his eyes full of disbelief.

Just because the figure standing outside the door was someone he was very familiar with.

"Dad!" Wen Mocheng's voice sounded a little trembling, with a bit of disbelief.

"What are you doing!"

At this moment, Wen Mocheng was full of doubts and grievances, and he didn't understand why his father would be so cruel to him.

The middle-aged man standing at the door was Wen Mocheng's biological father, Wen Lingyun, the current head of the Wen family.

Wen Lingyun's eyes were full of cold light, his murderous intent surging, and his face was so gloomy that it seemed to drip water.

With every step into the room, Wen Lingyun's body carried a chilling aura.

Until Wen Lingyun walked in front of Wen Mocheng, his hands clenched into fists involuntarily.

The invisible terrifying power around him, at this moment, was like solidified white liquid, spreading in circles, making the air heavy and depressing.

In the blink of an eye, Wen Lingyun's eyes widened in anger, his eye sockets seemed to be splitting, and the veins on his forehead bulged, like winding little snakes.

He took a step forward, grabbed Wen Mocheng's collar, and lifted him up fiercely.

This distance was almost close to Wen Mocheng's face.

And Wen Lingyun didn't pay attention to these details now, and directly roared sharply.

"You little beast!"

"Do you know what you are doing!"

Wen Lingyun's angry tearing roar was like rolling thunder.

It exploded in Wen Mocheng's ears, shaking his eardrums painfully, his head empty, and his mind in a panic.

At this moment, Wen Mocheng, although he was a martial artist in the Inner Qi Perfection realm.

But in front of the menacing Wen Lingyun, he was like an ant, without any resistance.

He could only let Wen Lingyun's monstrous anger wantonly vent.

Wen Lingyun saw that his son Wen Mocheng did not respond to him.

His chest rose and fell violently again, trying to suppress his almost out-of-control emotions, but he still couldn't hide his rage, and continued to roar.

"Who allowed you to do this?"

"Also, who else is involved in this matter?"

Wen Lingyun's voice was low and cold, like it came from the Nine Nether Hell, with every word wrapped in severe coldness, as if it could freeze the air.

"How could I have given birth to such a evil creature like you!"

Wen Lingyun smiled in anger, a trace of determination and ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Alright, since you are so audacious and reckless, I will send you, this little beast, to see your equally extremely audacious slut!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Lingyun's aura surged, and his murderous intent permeated like a substance.

The " extremely audacious slut" referred to by Wen Lingyun was no one else.

It was Wen Mocheng's biological mother, the Wen family's mistress, who was Wen Lingyun's legal wife whom he married with great ceremony.

Obviously, Wen Lingyun believed that Wen Mocheng's actions were all instigated by his biological mother.

Therefore, Wen Lingyun attributed all the blame to his legal wife.

On the way here, Wen Lingyun had already taken action against his legal wife of many years in his room.

With just one palm, Wen Lingyun ruthlessly killed his wife.

It turned out that when Wen Mocheng was reckless, Wen Lingyun, as the head of the Wen family, was going to see some old friends and was not in Yuntai State.

During this period, he knew nothing about the outside world, only that a Cataclysmic strange event had occurred in the city of Haoran Prefecture.

Yesterday, after Wen Lingyun learned the news, he rushed back to Wentai State.

Without even taking a moment to rest, he rushed to the family's evacuation site—the city of Mingxin Prefecture.

Just after returning to the mansion not long ago, his confidant came in a hurry and secretly reported to him what Wen Mocheng had done.

He told him everything that had happened, including the causes and consequences, in detail.

Wen Mocheng, this evil creature, was really mad!

He even captured the maid who had accompanied Princess Xingyue since childhood, wantonly playing with, until she was tortured to death.

After that, this evil creature, he was afraid that Princess Xingyue would complain to the one in Tiandu.

Therefore, Wen Mocheng took advantage of her unpreparedness, suddenly struck a ruthless hand, and brutally killed Princess Xingyue.

Princess Xingyue, not only her martial arts cultivation was destroyed, but her limbs were also cruelly broken.

At this moment, Princess Xingyue was on the verge of death, barely hanging on to her last breath, her life hanging by a thread.

Wen Mocheng's eyes were his eyes were about to split, almost bursting open.

His body was already imprisoned by a strange force, and he could only watch helplessly.

Watching his father Wen Lingyun's palm, wrapped in terrifying Gang Yuan, ruthlessly plunder and kill towards his forehead like an eagle catching a rabbit.

In this world, no one knew his father's strength better than Wen Mocheng.

Wen Lingyun, a martial artist of the Outer Gang Grandmaster Minor Accomplishment, his power was already infinitely approaching the Outer Gang Grandmaster Great Accomplishment realm.

And he, now, was just a small Inner Qi realm Perfection martial artist.

Therefore, facing such a fierce attack from a near Outer Gang Grandmaster Great Accomplishment expert.

Wen Mocheng knew that he would only have one ending next, that is, ten deaths and no life, with absolutely no possibility of survival.

Just when Wen Mocheng was full of despair, closing his eyes and waiting for death.

A hunched figure had quietly appeared outside the door at some point.

Then, the old man slowly moved his steps, step by step, unhurriedly walked in.

Then, under Wen Lingyun's gaze full of horrified, he only stretched out a finger.

He gently resisted Wen Lingyun's palm, which contained great power and was advancing triumphantly grabbing towards Wen Mocheng's forehead.

In an instant, Wen Lingyun's originally unstoppable right palm seemed to have been cast a freezing spell.

At this moment, Wen Lingyun's right hand was completely stagnant in mid-air, no matter how hard he tried, he could not move forward even a bit.

At the same time, a faint pressure, which was almost imperceptible but heart-palpitating, overflowed from the old man's seemingly weak body.

This mysterious pressure, like the breeze in spring, gently and irresistibly smoothed all the chaotic signs in the room.

"Lingyun, wait!"

The old man finally spoke, his voice was not loud, but it seemed to carry a kind of majesty that Wen Lingyun could not disobey.

"Old Ancestor!"

Wen Lingyun recognized the hunched old man in front of him at a glance, he suppressed the shock in his heart, without the slightest hesitation.

After a "thump" sound, Wen Lingyun had already knelt down on one knee, respectfully kneeling at the old man's feet.

"Lingyun has met the Old Ancestor!"

Wen Lingyun changed his previous ruthlessness, his tone was full of awe.

Wen Mocheng, who had escaped from death, his legs were weak, and the whole person collapsed on the ground like a pool of mud.

After a while, he used his hands to prop up his body with difficulty, and moved to the old man's feet.

Wen Mocheng grabbed the old man's brocade boots as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"Old Ancestor!"

Wen Mocheng's tears streaming down his face, his voice was full of fear and despair, "He not only killed my mother, but now he wants my life!"

The identity of the old man in front of him was self-evident, almost out, it was Wen Fengyuan, the old ancestor of the Wen family.

Wen Fengyuan's gaze was deep and calm, overlooking Wen Lingyun kneeling on the ground, slowly opened his mouth.

"Lingyun, I have my own arrangements for this matter."

"You have been traveling and tired, so go down and rest for a few days."

"Three days later, you will come with me to meet the guests from those places!"

After a breath, Wen Lingyun suddenly raised his head, his face pale, losing composure.

Just a moment ago, the ancestor had secretly used the power of his primordial spirit to reveal the identities of those people to him.

What Wen Lingyun never expected was that the people the ancestor spoke of were actually from the Eight Great Families and those transcendent forces.

At this moment, Wen Lingyun looked dejected, his body slowly tilting backward, collapsing weakly onto the floor.

He was now filled with bitterness, his thoughts in a mess, but the answer in his mind was gradually becoming clear.

Wen Lingyun finally understood that the manipulator behind all of this was actually his own ancestor.

Why!

What on earth was this for!