"I shall shake Kunlun."
The Snowy Plateau was engulfed in a storm, wind howling, thunder roaring, lightning tearing through the skies.
Xuanyuan Jingcheng and the clan's patriarch, Xuanyuan Dapan, clashed fiercely. The very foundations of Huishan trembled beneath their battle.
Meanwhile, Xuanyuan Jingxuan—the younger brother who had once lusted after his sister-in-law's dumplings—had already been struck dead by a single palm from Xuanyuan Jingcheng.
Xuanyuan Qingfeng arrived at the Snowy Plateau.
Watching her father locked in a life-and-death battle with the ancestral patriarch, worry filled her heart, yet she was powerless to help.
The torrential rain drenched her clothes, revealing her graceful, curvaceous figure.
Tears welled in her eyes.
Rain and tears blended into one.
Memories of her father's poetry and writings surfaced in her mind:
"Cultivate the self by straightening the heart."
"Do not say scholars lack courage; we dare to make the heavens and earth sink into the sea."
"To achieve greatness, one must not only have talent but also an unyielding will."
She had once looked down on her father.
After all, her mother had despised him. She had even become the ancestral patriarch's furnace (dual cultivation vessel).
And Xuanyuan Jingcheng? He had remained a pathetic coward, hiding away in his study, burying himself in books.
Such a weakling wasn't fit to be her father.
He was her shame.
But now she understood—
She was wrong.
Her father was no coward.
He was no bookish fool.
Forty years of reading, enduring a thousand humiliations—yet in a single step, he had ascended to the Heavenly Phenomena Realm. And with one strike, he sought to shake Kunlun!
"Does the ant think it can topple the great tree? Foolish and audacious?"
"If a scholar cannot even sweep his own house, how can he hope to sweep the world?"
This clan was too filthy.
It needed to be cleansed.
"The heavens hang a thousand signs, the earth carries all things—O sovereign heavens and boundless earth, Xuanyuan Jingcheng kneels before you and begs for death!"
"Xuanyuan Jingcheng invites the ancestral patriarch to die with him!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng burned his very life force in exchange for power. He ascended to the Land Immortal Realm—
A scholar transforming into a Sage of Literature.
A thousand bolts of divine lightning raged like the very wrath of the heavens, illuminating the world, purging the clan of its filth.
"No—!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng screamed in desperation, trying to stop her father from perishing alongside the ancestral patriarch.
But at that moment, no one noticed—
A tall, elegant figure had silently appeared before Xuanyuan Jingcheng.
With a casual lift of his hand, he blocked the descending purple lightning, stopping the divine judgment in its tracks.
Xuanyuan Dapan and Xuanyuan Jingcheng froze in disbelief.
Someone had dared to intrude upon their battlefield—
And more shockingly, had effortlessly deflected the heaven-sent thunderbolts that could threaten even a Land Immortal!
"It's him!"
Both Xuanyuan Jingcheng and Xuanyuan Dapan instantly recognized the newcomer.
Wasn't this the same Frivolous Immortal who had recently taken the world by storm—
The one and only Zhou Yi?
Rumor had it that before plundering the Northern Liang Royal Mansion, Zhou Yi had first paid a visit to the Jing'an Prince's estate—
On the night of the prince's wedding, he had entered the bridal chamber, taken the princess, and disappeared.
Later, during the battle at Northern Liang Royal Mansion, he had defeated the Sword God Li Chun'gang,
Kidnapped Prince Xu Xiao's two daughters,
Taken away the prince's countless maids,
And even snatched away the Zijin Tower's courtesan queen.
Among them—
Was the red-robed beauty whom Lu Zu had pursued for three lifetimes.
Lu Zu had been so enraged that he reincarnated in a fit of fury, stormed the Immortal Realm in search of Zhou Yi, found nothing, and had to descend once more in pursuit.
"So handsome!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng's eyes lit up with excitement as she gazed at Zhou Yi, her heart pounding with admiration and gratitude.
"Xuanyuan Dapan greets the esteemed senior and welcomes your honored presence."
Xuanyuan Dapan hurriedly spoke up, his voice ingratiating.
"I know that the esteemed senior has a fondness for beauties. Our Xuanyuan Clan has many stunning women for your pleasure. For example—my great-granddaughter, Xuanyuan Qingfeng. If senior does not mind, I offer her to you as a gift!"
Zhou Yi was a man who dared to steal even Lu Zu's woman.
How could Xuanyuan Dapan possibly hope to be his match?
Zhou Yi had only appeared twice—
Both times, it was to steal women.
If he was here at the Xuanyuan Clan, it could mean only one thing.
"Young Master Zhou, don't listen to his nonsense!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng rushed forward anxiously.
"I am willing to be your woman! I only ask that you kill him for me!"
"Alright."
Zhou Yi wasted no words.
He raised his palm—
And brought it down upon Xuanyuan Dapan's head.
"Senior, spare me—!"
Xuanyuan Dapan shrieked, trying to resist—
But resistance was futile.
Boom.
Xuanyuan Dapan's skull shattered.
He died on the spot.
"Pfft!"
Xuanyuan Jingcheng tried to speak but coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Forcibly ascending to the Heavenly Phenomena Realm, then stepping into the Land Immortal Realm—
Even if he had survived the heavenly tribulation, he wouldn't live for long.
"Father!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng caught him, her pleading eyes turning to Zhou Yi.
Right now, the only person she could rely on was him.
"Don't worry. With me here, your father won't die."
Zhou Yi casually pointed a finger—
A green light enveloped Xuanyuan Jingcheng.
As he watched that green light, Zhou Yi chuckled.
It suited his future father-in-law rather well.
After all, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's wife had loved the cross-dressing princess Wu Su from Northern Liang.
Upon learning the truth, she had suffered a complete mental breakdown—
And only then did she agree to marry him.
But she had only been willing to bear him one child.
And from that day forward—
She never let him step foot inside her courtyard again.
Yet she had volunteered to become Xuanyuan Dapan's furnace.
His own younger brother, Xuanyuan Jingxuan, had also wanted a taste of that dumpling.
What a mess.
But under the glow of Zhou Yi's green light, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's lost vitality miraculously recovered.
His cultivation stabilized at the Land Immortal Realm.
"Many thanks for senior's grace. I shall never forget this debt. If there is anything I can do, I will not hesitate, even if it costs my life!"
"No need to be so formal."
Zhou Yi smirked.
"After all, aren't you my father-in-law now?"
Zhou Yi turned to look at Xuanyuan Qingfeng. Her delicate face flushed red, and she lowered her gaze, shyly twisting the hem of her garment between her fingers.
"Senior, about Qingfeng—"
"Father, I'm willing!"
Xuanyuan Qingfeng suddenly spoke up, cutting off Xuanyuan Jingcheng mid-sentence.
She had a favorable impression of Zhou Yi, and besides, she had already given her word.
If Xuanyuan Jingcheng refused and angered Zhou Yi now, not even the gods could save him.
"Rest assured, Father-in-law—I'll take good care of Qingfeng."
Zhou Yi wrapped an arm around Xuanyuan Qingfeng's slender waist and, with a light chuckle, soared into the sky with her.
"Scoundrel, stop right there!"
"Give me back my Hong Yi!"
At that moment, an ancient sword streaked across the sky from a thousand miles away, followed by a young Taoist descending from the heavens, his eyes bloodshot with fury.
The newcomer was none other than Hong Xixiang.
For others, opening the Heavenly Gate was an arduous task. Entering was difficult, and returning even more so.
But for Lu Zu?
The Heavenly Gate was like the threshold of his own home.
The Immortal Realm was his domain.
He could come and go as he pleased.
Failing to find Zhou Yi in the Immortal Realm, he returned to the mortal world, continuing his relentless search.
Moments ago, he had once again sensed Zhou Yi's presence and immediately rode his sword to this very spot.
"Hong Xixiang… Lü Zu…"
Xuan Yuan Jingcheng gazed at the furious Taoist youth, his expression shifting. Lü Zu was a legendary figure, after all—revered as the greatest cultivator of the past five centuries.
"Lü Zu Dongxuan, why persist in your obsession? Xu Zhihu is doing quite well with me—her belly's already round with child. Why don't you just find yourself a new Hong Yi?"
Zhou Yi held Xuan Yuan Qingfeng close, gazing down at the sword-wielding Lü Zu reincarnation, Hong Xixiang, his voice light and persuasive.
"You wretch—I'll kill you!"
Hong Xixiang roared, his fury surging at the mere thought of Xu Zhihu carrying Zhou Yi's child.
Though Xu Zhihu had a tarnished reputation as a widow, the truth was that no other man had ever touched her. Any who tried met untimely deaths—whether by fate or by the misfortune of clashing with her destiny.
But Zhou Yi was different.
Zhou Yi couldn't be killed.
"Scram."
Zhou Yi had no patience for him. With a casual flick of his hand, he sent Hong Xixiang flying with a resounding slap.
Boom!
Hong Xixiang crashed to the ground before Xuan Yuan Jingcheng, struggling for a long time yet unable to rise.
"Alright, I'm off. No need to see me out."
Zhou Yi's lips curled into a faint smirk as he glanced down at Hong Xixiang. Lowering his voice, he added,
"Oh, and one more thing—"
"You have good taste."
"Your Hong Yi… she's exquisite."
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