Cui Family, Who Gave You the Courage!

Qingzhou, Yantaiwu.

A super-large fortress stood there. Though it was called a fortress, it could completely be regarded as a small city.

Its perfectly square walls towered into the clouds, with watchtowers arranged around them and layers upon layers of buildings within.

The walls were built from Dragon Bone Gold Stone, while the outer layer was carved with Cloud Pattern Phoenix Carvings. Clouds and mist swirled around them, making the fortress seem hidden in this place.

The four watchtowers were the eyes of four formations: the Wind Formation, Fire Formation, Lightning Formation, and Illusion Formation. Together, they formed a complex of multiple layers of formations.

Without permission, anyone who barged in would likely be unable to break through even the first layer of the Illusion Formation. They would become trapped, then be struck by the other killing formations and meet a grisly end without even a complete corpse.

This was the ancestral land of one of the Five Great Noble Families, the Cui Family—the Yan Tai Fortress.

After thousands of years of development, the Cui Family had long since made this place as secure as an iron fortress. Tens of thousands of clansmen lived here, forming a small city that was almost self-sufficient.

"Everyone, rest and recuperate here without worry. If you need any arrangements or supplies, just speak to the servants. We are all members of the Aristocratic Clans; your affairs are the affairs of our Cui Family."

On a drill ground in Yantaiwu, Cui Huai'an, the current head of the Cui Family, slowly spoke.

He wore a dark cyan brocade robe patterned with clouds, with a jade talisman hanging at his waist. His black-and-white hair, weathered by the years, was half tied inside a Dragon Pattern Crown, while the rest spilled over his shoulders. Faint golden Spiritual Light