The Xuanyuan Family's Furious Rage

Xuanyuan Qingfeng led a group of retainers, slowly making their way up the mountain. Their faces were ashen, and with every step, the soles of their shoes made a rustling sound against the mountain path.

Patriarch Xuanyuan Guoqi's heart skipped a beat when he heard of their return.

Upon learning that Wang Ritain had not only slaughtered several experts of the Xuanyuan Family but also killed Xuanyuan Jingxuan, whom the Ancestor highly valued, his face instantly turned deathly pale. His lips trembled, and after a long while, he managed to choke out, "This… this is simply outrageous! That rebellious son, Wang Ritain, is openly slapping the Xuanyuan Family in the face!"

Saying this, he clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force. Veins bulged on his forehead, clearly showing how furious he was. He knew all too well that the Ancestor, Xuanyuan Dapan, was temperamental on a good day. With Wang Ritain's current audacity, the Ancestor would undoubtedly fly into a thunderous rage, and he, as the Patriarch, would likely not escape blame.

"Qingfeng, you will immediately go to Great Snow Plain and report everything to the Ancestor, word for word! Not a single detail is to be omitted!"

Xuanyuan Guoqi looked at Xuanyuan Qingfeng, his eyes filled with worry and anxiety, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng's body trembled slightly, a flicker of fear crossing her eyes. She knew too well how terrifying the Ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan was. Taking such dire news to him was undoubtedly like throwing herself into a fiery pit. But the Patriarch's command was not to be defied. She could only take a deep breath, suppress the panic in her heart, and with her retainers, make her arduous way towards Great Snow Plain.

On Great Snow Plain, the cold wind howled like knives, whipping their clothes into a frenzy. Xuanyuan Dapan sat like a statue atop a massive boulder, his eyes closed, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura. His white hair, like snow, fluttered in the wind, making him appear like an immortal detached from the mortal world at first glance. But the subtle killing intent emanating from him at this moment sent shivers down everyone's spines.

"Qingfeng, why such haste?" Xuanyuan Dapan slowly opened his eyes, his gaze like two cold beams shooting directly at Xuanyuan Qingfeng. His voice was deep and powerful, echoing through the valley.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng hurried forward, bowed respectfully, her voice trembling noticeably. "Ancestor, something terrible has happened. That villain Wang Ritain killed Lord Xuanyuan Jingxuan, and Wang Shengwu and others..."

"What?" Xuanyuan Dapan abruptly stood up, his formerly calm expression instantly changing, his eyes burning with rage. In an instant, his Great Celestial Phenomenon aura surged skyward, a terrifying pressure like a tidal wave sweeping outwards. Everyone felt an invisible mountain pressing down on them, their legs giving way, causing them to collapse to the ground, unable to move, hardly daring to breathe.

The clouds in the sky were also churned into chaos by this powerful aura. The originally gloomy sky grew even darker, as if the end of the world was imminent. Xuanyuan Dapan's figure, amplified by this terrifying aura, appeared even taller and more majestic, like a demon god emerging from hell.

After a long while, Xuanyuan Dapan slowly reined in his aura, his expression gradually returning to calm, but the icy killing intent in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest. "Tell me in detail, what exactly happened?" he said coldly, looking at a trembling retainer beside him.

The retainer swallowed, trying to steady himself, then recounted Wang Ritain's actions to Xuanyuan Dapan, leaving nothing out. From the sharp methods Wang Ritain used to kill Xuanyuan Jingxuan to the terrifying strength he displayed fighting Wang Shengwu and the others, the retainer spoke in great detail, afraid of omitting even the slightest detail.

Xuanyuan Dapan listened quietly, his face growing increasingly grim. When he heard that Wang Ritain had actually threatened to take his own life, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, followed by another surge of anger. "Good for you, Wang Ritain! When has my Xuanyuan Family ever been so humiliated by a mere retainer? He actually dares to try and kill me, he's dreaming!" Xuanyuan Dapan roared, his voice filled with authority and rage.

"Ancestor, please calm your anger. That Wang Ritain is just a clown, not to be feared," Xuanyuan Qingfeng said cautiously, trying to soothe Xuanyuan Dapan's emotions.

"A clown? He could kill Jingxuan and severely injure Wang Shengwu and the others. How can he be compared to an ordinary clown?" Xuanyuan Dapan snorted coldly, disdain in his eyes. "It has been a long time since I, Xuanyuan Dapan, have descended the mountain. Today, I will personally go down and slay this brat who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanyuan Dapan's figure flashed, shooting into the sky like lightning. He instantly tore through the sky, becoming a blur, and disappeared from sight. Everyone stared in the direction Xuanyuan Dapan had left, their faces filled with shock and awe. They knew in their hearts that a storm of blood and gore was about to erupt in the martial world.

News quickly spread throughout the Xuanyuan Family, causing an immediate uproar. "The Ancestor himself has descended the mountain? Who exactly is this Wang Ritain to have angered the Ancestor to this extent?"

"I heard that Wang Ritain's strength is terrifyingly extreme; even Xuanyuan Jingxuan of the Finger Profound Realm died by his hand."

"Yes, with the Ancestor making a personal move this time, Wang Ritain is likely doomed."

Disciples of the family gathered, discussing animatedly, their faces filled with shock and curiosity. They could never have imagined that a seemingly insignificant retainer could stir up such a massive storm.

In less than half a day, the news of the Xuanyuan Family Ancestor Xuanyuan Dapan descending the mountain spread like wildfire throughout the entire martial world, even reaching neighboring dynasties. The appearance of a Great Celestial Phenomenon level expert was a world-shattering event. The martial world immediately exploded, with everyone discussing it fervently.

"Xuanyuan Dapan has descended the mountain? That's a Great Celestial Phenomenon level expert! What is the purpose of his descent this time?"

"I heard it's for a young man named Wang Ritain. That brat killed members of the Xuanyuan Family and even threatened to kill Xuanyuan Dapan."

"What? What kind of ability does this Wang Ritain possess to make Xuanyuan Dapan personally descend the mountain?"

Everyone was filled with curiosity about Wang Ritain, and at the same time, full of anticipation for the upcoming confrontation. They all wanted to know how capable Wang Ritain truly was and whether he could escape from Xuanyuan Dapan's clutches.

Those martial artists who had personally witnessed Wang Ritain's killings were now deeply unsettled by the news. "Wang Ritain, oh Wang Ritain, you've truly stirred up a tempest. Now that Xuanyuan Dapan has personally descended, how will you cope?" an old man said with a worried expression, sighing.

The younger generation of experts, upon hearing the rumors about Wang Ritain, were filled with shock. "At the realm of Half-step Grandmaster, to kill a Finger Profound Realm expert? This Wang Ritain is simply a monster!"

"Indeed, with such strength, he is among the top of the younger generation. It's just a pity he's encountered Xuanyuan Dapan."

"Xuanyuan Dapan, that's a top figure, a Half-step Land Immortal. No matter how strong Wang Ritain is, he has absolutely no chance of surviving under him."

Although the younger generation of experts were shocked by Wang Ritain's strength, they were all convinced that Wang Ritain would ultimately perish at Xuanyuan Dapan's hands. In their eyes, Xuanyuan Dapan's strength was like an insurmountable, towering mountain that no one could shake.

Meanwhile, in the study at Huishan, Xuanyuan Jingcheng's expression became extremely complex upon hearing the news of Xuanyuan Dapan's personal involvement. He sat at his desk, his brush unconsciously stopping, a deep worry in his eyes. "Wang Ritain, oh Wang Ritain, with this stunt of yours, you've thrown the entire Xuanyuan Family into turmoil," Xuanyuan Jingcheng murmured to himself.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng actually had a good impression of Wang Ritain. He knew well that the Xuanyuan Family was rotten to the core, and Wang Ritain's appearance gave him a glimmer of hope for change. However, with Xuanyuan Dapan now descending the mountain personally, Wang Ritain's situation was precarious. "My strength is too weak; I can't stop the Ancestor at all. With the Ancestor descending the mountain this time, I fear it will stir up a storm of blood and gore," Xuanyuan Jingcheng sighed, a hint of helplessness in his eyes.

Xuanyuan Jingcheng knew clearly that what Xuanyuan Dapan was about to do would make the entire martial world tremble. And he himself had to be fully prepared, even if it meant mutual destruction, to solve this problem. He looked up, gazing out the window. The sky was still gloomy, as if heralding the coming storm. Xuanyuan Jingcheng shook his head, withdrew his gaze, and buried himself in his books again. He knew that in this chaotic world, he had to find a way out, a path that could save both the Xuanyuan Family and himself.

At the same time, Huang Longshi, who knew of events spanning hundreds of years, sat in a quiet room, staring intently at the chessboard before him, his brow furrowed into the character "川" (chuan). He held a chess piece in his hand but hesitated to place it. Huang Longshi's divination skills were unparalleled; the past and future seemed to hold no secrets for him. Yet, at this moment, he encountered a problem – Wang Ritain's fate. He had calculated countless times but could not discern Wang Ritain's future. This left him filled with doubt and unease. "Wang Ritain, who exactly are you? Why can't I calculate your destiny?" Huang Longshi muttered to himself, confusion in his eyes.