Chapter 174: If You Survive My First Punch, Then Take Another! (Requesting Monthly Votes)

Jiangxi of Jianzhou, the ancestral seat of Long Hushan.

"Xuan Yuan Dapan! Come out and face death!!"

The booming voice, accompanied by immense spiritual pressure, spread in all directions, naturally encompassing Long Hushan, also located in Jianzhou.

The Daoist priests within the mountain all turned toward Huishan, their faces filled with astonishment.

Xuan Yuan Dapan… isn't that the name of the Xuan Yuan clan's ancestral patriarch?

This man is a figure on par with our own several Celestial Masters; it is said his cultivation has long reached the Tianxiang realm of the First Rank, just one step away from the legendary Earth Immortal.

Even across the entire realm, this Xuan Yuan Patriarch stands among the supreme peak martial experts—let alone in Jianzhou, the Xuan Yuan clan's stronghold, where countless experts dwell; united, even a First Rank martial artist would struggle to escape unscathed.

So who is this bold soul daring to provoke him here? Does he not want to live?

At that moment, a sigh emerged from within Long Hushan, followed by four streaks of light appearing in midair, revealing four figures clad in purple Daoist robes—none other than the four current Celestial Masters of Long Hushan, each possessing cultivation beyond the First Rank's Zhi Xuan realm.

"Such formidable spiritual pressure! Such domineering intent!"

Zhao Xiyi, the eldest and most powerful among the four Celestial Masters, gazed toward Huishan and murmured, a faint hint of concern in his expression.

"It seems our neighbor is in for misfortune—again, I wonder who he's angered this time to be directly assaulted at his door."

A middle-aged Daoist with a long beard chuckled, his face plainly gleeful.

"Father, should we aid Xuan Yuan Dapan?"

Zhao Danxia, one of the four Celestial Masters and the current abbot of Long Hushan, asked Zhao Xiyi.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort came from Zhao Danping, the last of the four Celestial Masters, his face flushed with anger: "Jianzhou is the ancestral seat of Long Hushan. No matter the reason this man seeks out Xuan Yuan Dapan, his actions are a direct provocation against our Celestial Master's Mansion—this cannot be dismissed lightly!"

Zhao Xiyi frowned, about to speak, when his expression suddenly shifted.

Instantly, the other three Celestial Masters also felt the surrounding heavens and earth tremble slightly, as strange phenomena slowly surged through the void.

At the same moment, from the direction of Huishan, a scream of unbearable agony rang out.

……

Moments earlier, deep within Huishan's Great Snow Terrace.

At that time, the Xuan Yuan clan's ancestral patriarch, Xuan Yuan Dapan, was engaged in intimate games with a concubine of one of his nephews.

Just then, the voice "Xuan Yuan Dapan! Come out and face death!" pierced his ears, causing him to shudder and instantly go limp, cutting the act short.

Furious and humiliated, Xuan Yuan Dapan hastily threw on a robe and flew outside, determined to see who dared speak such words on his territory.

But as soon as he looked up, he saw a pale fist expanding infinitely in his vision.

A crushing pressure, like the sky collapsing, sent icy dread through his heart.

I will die!!

The thought flashed through his mind, and his body reacted before his mind could catch up.

His hair and beard bristled as he let out a low roar; the vast spiritual energy accumulated over nearly eighty years surged forth like a boiling cauldron, finally concentrating in his right arm, which he thrust forward with full force to meet the expanding fist.

Zhum zhum zhum————

Great sound is silent, without ripples or waves.

In an instant, the snowstorm blanketing Huishan froze as if time had paused—until the sound of cracking bones echoed, and time resumed.

Simultaneously, with a thunderous boom, dust erupted across the distant ground, only to be instantly swept clean by gale-force winds, revealing a sunken crater over a hundred meters in diameter.

"Puh!"

At this moment, the Xuan Yuan clan's patriarch—the man who had always ruled supreme in Jianzhou's Jiangdong—knelt half-bowed in the crater, his right arm dangling uselessly, vomiting blood profusely.

The robe he had hastily donned had been reduced to dust by the violent spiritual force, exposing a powerful, surprisingly youthful physique.

Xiu xiu xiu——

Sharp whistling sounds followed one after another as numerous Xuan Yuan clan experts and guest masters rushed over upon sensing the commotion, only to witness the unbelievable scene before them, their faces frozen in stunned disbelief.

The Patriarch is injured! And beaten so badly he can't even keep a shred of clothing on?

"Heh…"

A calm, mocking laugh echoed above them.

Looking up instinctively, they saw three figures hovering in midair, surrounded by visible, immense spiritual pressure filling every direction, like a phantom ocean suspended in the void, crushing their breath.

And when they saw the young Confucian scholar beside Wu Xian, several of the arriving Xuan Yuan experts widened their eyes, their expressions shifting into a kaleidoscope of shock.

"Xuan Yuan Jingcheng… how is this possible!!"

The speaker was Xuan Yuan Guoqi, Xuan Yuan Dapan's eldest son and Xuan Yuan Jingcheng's biological father.

Like other elders in the clan, he had long given up on his lazy, unmotivated eldest son, ignoring him for years while focusing all his efforts on cultivating his two younger sons, slightly less gifted.

But now, seeing his father, the clan's Patriarch, wounded and kneeling, while the son he had abandoned stood beside the enemy.

A sharp sense of rupture surged through Xuan Yuan Guoqi's heart; he could not fathom how to react.

"Not bad. Surviving one-third of my power's punch means you're no weakling in the Tianxiang realm."

In midair, Wu Xian's lips curled slightly as he raised his right fist again: "Since you can take that, I'll add two more tenths—let's see if you can survive the next punch."

"Wait!"

Feeling the spiritual pressure lock onto him, Xuan Yuan Dapan's expression changed drastically; he raised his intact left hand to stop him: "Who are you, great sir? Why target the Xuan Yuan clan? Perhaps there is some misunderstanding—I can explain…"

"No misunderstanding."

Wu Xian raised an eyebrow. "I'll be frank: I'm here because your eldest grandson, Xuan Yuan Jingcheng, harbors treacherous ambitions—he sold himself into servitude to secure my killing every male of the Xuan Yuan clan."

Only then could he legitimately seize the clan leadership and take full control of Huishan."

Hearing this, Xuan Yuan Dapan and the surrounding Xuan Yuan clan members glared furiously at Xuan Yuan Jingcheng, as if staring at a cold-blooded, scheming tyrant.

Good, good, good! To gain power, he's willing to become a dog and exterminate his own blood relatives.

Never imagined you'd be this Xuan Yuan Jingcheng!

"…"

Sensing the fearful, astonished gazes around him, Xuan Yuan Jingcheng's lips twitched slightly—but he made no move to explain.

After all, he had already pledged loyalty to Wu Xian; his duty was to prioritize his master's interests, including preserving his lord's image.

Thus, facing his clan's furious stares, Xuan Yuan Jingcheng chose silence, accepting the black mark of "murdering kin and betraying ancestors" on his head, prepared to wear it for life.

"Well? Finished with your last words?"

"Wait just a moment!!"

Seeing Wu Xian raise his fist again, Xuan Yuan Dapan shouted frantically:

"No matter what Xuan Yuan Jingcheng promised, I will repay it tenfold, a hundredfold—only beg you to spare my life!"

"So you want to be my dog too?"

"Ah—"

Xuan Yuan Dapan's face stiffened.

What do you mean "be your dog"? Couldn't you use a nicer word?

Like submission or allegiance—could you at least spare a little dignity to a Tianxiang-level expert?

"Hmph, I see you're unwilling. Then die!"

Wu Xian sneered, ignoring whatever Xuan Yuan Dapan tried to say next, and finally brought down his fist, infused with half his power.

"Zum————————!!!!"

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