The Downfall of the Ji and Gu Undying Aristocratic Clans

Before Qin Wangchuan could move, the people from the War God Hall hurriedly pulled Tuoba Kuang out.

In this kind of Prodigy Competition, there's no holding back; if someone dies, they're resurrected with Sacred Medicine.

What?

No Sacred Medicine?

Then you have no right to step into this conflict.

The Prodigy Competition is not only about strength and realm, but also about fortuitous opportunity, background, and foundation.

"You launched a sneak attack, how despicable!"

Before the disciple of the War God Hall could finish speaking, he suddenly felt the temperature around him rise sharply, as if he were in a furnace.

"Boom--"

A blinding Golden Flames exploded beside him, and nine Golden Crow phantoms circled and danced, the scorching heat forcing everyone to retreat.

With his crimson hair flying wildly, Yan Wujin walked slowly through the flames, each step leaving a charred footprint on the bluestone ground.

"The moment I stepped onto the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform— " he grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, "This is the battlefield."

The Golden Crow cries out, and waves of fire surge.

"On the battlefield, how can there be such a thing as a sneak attack?"

As the last word fell, the armor on the disciple of the War God Hall began to turn red and melt, burning him so badly that he screamed in agony.

The surrounding crowd fell silent, only then realizing the terrifying power of the Yan Clan's Golden Crow —it could incinerate gold and iron simply by getting close.

"So, you're saying it's okay to ambush you?"

Amidst the screams of the War God Hall disciples, a crimson dragon shadow suddenly tore through the heatwave and stood before Yan Wujin.

"Roar--"

The dragon's roar shook the heavens, its crimson scales gleaming.

Xiao Hongling had appeared in the center of the field at some point, her red dress fluttering in the wind.

The crimson dragon phantom swirling behind her had its eyes wide open in fury, and its Dragon Breath was aimed directly at Yan Wujin's face, but fortunately it was blocked by the Golden Crow.

"Since Young Master says this is a battlefield—" she lightly stroked the dragon horn with her fingertips, a dangerous smile curving her lips, "Then it's perfectly reasonable for me to ambush you now?"

Before Yan Wujin could speak, Xiao Hongling turned to look at Qin Wangchuan, who was sitting high up.

"Young Master Qin, it's not good to keep hiding like a coward, is it?"

She raised an eyebrow and sneered, while the crimson dragon circled and breathed behind her.

"A coward?"

Qin Wangchuan chuckled upon hearing this, his gaze lingering on Xiao Hongling for a moment.

That day at the Mystic Sound Immortal Pavilion, although this woman's zither skills were mediocre, she still possessed some talent.

But now, with such an arrogant attitude...

That's why I mentioned the Xiao Clan.

Before he finished speaking, the Void Divine Feather on his back suddenly unfolded, the purple wings rippling with spatial patterns in the sunlight.

Before everyone's eyes had even cleared, Qin Wangchuan's figure had appeared in the arena like a ghost.

Just as he was gathering spiritual light at his fingertips, a Shadow Figure suddenly flashed to Xiao Hongling's side.

It was an old servant in a gray robe, whispering something in my ear, before respectfully handing me Sound Transmission Dragon Talisman.

Xiao Hongling's expression changed drastically. She stared intently at the old servant, her eyes filled with shock and disbelief. "What did you say? The Gu family and the Ji Clan are wiped out?!"

"How is this possible!"

The outer observation platform of the Dayan Dynasty.

A hazy mist enveloped the area around the viewing platform. A group of low-level cultivators huddled together, standing on tiptoe to look at the distant Nine Heavens Cloud Platform, their eyes filled with envy.

"I heard that this Dao discussion has gathered all the Prodigy of the world. If we can catch a glimpse of a fortuitous opportunity, we might be able to break through our bottleneck..." a Rogue Cultivator murmured.

"Ha, you? You're not even qualified to get close." The person next to him sneered.

The crowd was buzzing with discussion, but no one noticed that a pale-faced boy was standing quietly in the corner, a strange smile playing on his lips.

"Hehehe..."

A low, hoarse laugh escaped his throat, only to vanish instantly amidst the cacophony of voices.

The boy—or rather, the being occupying this body—slowly licked his lips, a flash of crimson in his eyes.

"Having devoured the ants of several villages, I've barely recovered some of my strength..." he muttered to himself, "But it's far from enough."

His Daoist name was Xue Mingzi, and he was one of the High Antiquity powerhouses who perished while vying for the fortuitous opportunity the Heavenly Martial Emperor's tomb. In that earth-shattering battle, his physical body was destroyed, but he preserved a Remnant Soul with his unique <Soul Refining Great Method>, which remained dormant for tens of thousands of years.

Until more than ten years ago--

That day, a child with exceptional talent accidentally entered the Immortal Bone Treasure Land. He intended to possess another body and be reborn, but unexpectedly, several other Remnant Soul were also eyeing him covetously.

A single misstep led to someone else getting there first.

Fortunately, the momentary crack allowed him to escape and find a weak boy in a nearby village to possess.

Over the past ten years, he has devoured almost all the small villages surrounding the Imperial Capital.

As his power grew, those ants could no longer satisfy him.

Xue Mingzi's gaze pierced through the crowd, locking onto the distant Nine Heavens Cloud Platform, where the gathered aura made his soul tremble.

"My Prodigy... what a delicious tonic..."

"However, my body is still weak, and I have no chance of winning in a direct confrontation. Only a formation can save me!"

He said he had already come up with a solution.

First, draw Soul Refining Great Array in the Imperial City, then activate it under the cover of night, slowly devouring the Origin Source of those Prodigy in their dreams.

Even if a few people notice, swallowing a little bit is not a loss, swallowing two bits is a huge profit.

It doesn't matter if they're discovered, as long as the real entity stays far away.

"Soon... soon we'll have a feast... hehehe... cough!"

Xue Mingzi immediately took action, avoiding the crowd, and prepared to find a suitable array core.

Before long, he actually found a suitable place.

"This is it." Xue Mingzi glanced at the Nine Heavens Cloud Platform in the distance. Although it was secluded, it offered a direct view of everything on the platform.

"Wait for me..."

Just as I was about to say something grand and impressive, a voice suddenly reached my ears.

"Don't block the way."

He suddenly turned his head and saw an old man with white hair and beard lying lazily on a rattan chair, his cloudy eyes gazing at the distant Nine Heavens Cloud Platform.

The rattan chair was old and worn, but it creaked and groaned as the old man gently rocked it.

'How dare a lifeless ant disturb my important affairs?'

'Since there's no one around, blame yourself for coming to such a secluded place.' Xue Mingzi's Killing Intent surged, but he forced a fake smile onto his face.

"This old man..."

Instead of moving aside, he took another step forward, completely blocking the view.

Before the words had even finished --

Whoosh--!

An invisible force swept past, and before Xue Mingzi could even see what happened, he felt the world spinning.

His head had fallen into the old man's withered palm, but his body still stood in place, black energy surging from the severed neck.

"I told you not to block the way, not to block the way!"

"If you're going to possess Remnant Soul, then go away. Why do I have to do it myself?"

Just then, a figure flashed in—

"Qin Xuanji?"

Chu Qingyan stood not far from the old man, his eyes filled with shock.

He had been drawn here by that fleeting, familiar aura, but he never expected to see him here.

That's right, this person is Qin Xuanji.

I thought I'd found a quiet place to watch a show, but I never expected to run into an idiot.

"I've looked all over but haven't seen your Eldest Brother. Where did he go?" Chu Qingyan asked.

"My Eldest Brother?" The old man that Qin Xuanji was in disguise shook his head with a half-smile, a deep glint flashing in his cloudy eyes. He slowly lay back in the rattan chair, his withered fingers gently tapping the armrest.

"He went to punish a few disobedient minor Lineage."

"Judging by the time, they should be here by now."