Ancestor Ruhong held a crystalline spear, exuding an awe-inspiring presence, as he thrust it downward with great force. Strands of Primordial Water Profound Energy gathered at the spear’s tip. The spear tip quivered intensely. The highly condensed energy burst forth like a ferocious dragon, lunging vehemently at the demon cultivator with the surname Li. "Water Dragon Spear!" The demon cultivator with the surname Li looked utterly terrified and cried out in shock. This was the ancestral spiritual artifact of the East Port Chen Family, the Water Dragon Spear, with extraordinary power, especially formidable in aquatic battles, able to sweep up waves for attacks. However, that didn’t mean it lacked power on land. The demon cultivator hastily activated the demon artifact short blade in his hand, infusing it with demonical profound energy, causing it to tremble violently and emit an eerily sharp howling, akin to the bloodthirsty screams of evil spirits and vengeful ghosts. It seemed to chill to the soul, inducing an involuntary shudder. The swirling demonic qi brewed to its peak in an instant. He suddenly swung the blade, unleashing a highly condensed, pitch-black demonic qi sword aura that cut towards the Water Dragon. The demonic sword aura harshly collided with the Water Dragon, sending black and white energies scattering everywhere, violently shaking the air, splitting sound waves, and forming a clear shockwave ripple in the sky. Ancestor Ruhong’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he shouted, "Everyone be careful, this demon blade has a malicious effect that can influence the Divine Soul, don’t be caught off guard." Both Ancestor Mang and Ancestor Ming Sheng grew more cautious. Ancestor Ming Sheng was the first to act, waving a hand to produce a crimson foldable fan. The crimson fan opened, and a surge of scorching fire qi rose swiftly. He soared through the air with graceful ease, gently shaking the fan. If not for his worn sheepskin coat, he could have been mistaken for a scholarly sage gliding towards them. In mere moments, Ancestor Ming Sheng ascended into the sky, and with a flick of the fan. His crimson fan ignited, its flames elegantly dancing. The flames transformed in the blink of an eye into the shape of a firebird, vividly real, crying clearly as it spread its wings and flew rapidly towards the demon cultivator, leaving trails of fire that seemed to ignite even the air. The Fire Crow soared above the demon cultivator, spewing flames as it dove. The demon cultivator dodged repeatedly, then swung his blade to slice the Fire Crow into two. "Boom!" Chapters fırst released on 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔢~𝔫𝔢𝔱 The explosion of the Fire Crow’s flames mixed with shock waves threw the demon cultivator into embarrassment, igniting many parts of his robes, even blowing off his hood, revealing an old, withered, unsightly face. But Ancestor Ming Sheng had no intention of stopping, continuing to wield the fan, releasing more Fire Crows. Ultimately, five Fire Crows flew in the sky, singing as they circled the demon cultivator, spewing flames. Having suffered once, the demon cultivator dared not explode the flames at close range and could only flee in distress, enraged. "Good! Truly worthy of the Lu Family’s ancestral artifact, the Li Fire Fan." Ancestor Ruhong couldn’t help but praise. The Yingxiu Lu Family’s clan’s spiritual artifact, a treasure passed down from the first Ancestor of the Lu Family. This was the profound heritage of some ancient noble families. Despite the Lu Family currently having only one Spirit Platform Realm Ancestor, their ancestors also prospered, leaving such clan spiritual artifacts for future generations is quite normal. If this spiritual artifact were used in the Withered Forest, it wouldn’t be surprising even to set an entire mountain ablaze. Ancestor Mang could only smile bitterly, his eyes envious, as Ancestor Ming Sheng’s strength was comparatively weaker. Yet, with the Li Fire Fan in hand, Ancestor Mang knew he couldn’t compete. Spiritual artifacts, oh spiritual artifacts! At this moment, he dreamed of having a spiritual artifact. The Gongsun Family naturally had an ancestral spiritual artifact, but with two ancestors in the family, it never came to Ancestor Mang’s turn to use it. No spiritual artifact? So be it. Ancestor Mang thought that his War Body was unparalleled. He could rely solely on his physical body and fists to exhibit the prestige of an ancestor. Immediately, he roared loudly. A faint golden light emanated from his body, and he threw himself into the battlefield, each punch and kick imbued with golden profound qi, strong and fierce, like a Vajra from the Buddhist Sect descending upon the scene. The demon cultivator repeatedly blocked but was continuously forced back by the punches. With a withered appearance, his physical strength was naturally inferior to Ancestor Mang with his Geng Metal War Body. In a pure contest of strength, he was hardly a match for Ancestor Mang. Moreover, Ancestor Mang was quite talented, originally struggling at the peak of the Spirit Platform Realm’s second layer for many years. Two to three months ago, under the careful guidance of Ancestor Longyan, Ancestor Mang’s bottleneck loosened, and after returning home, he broke through to the third layer of the Spirit Platform Realm in less than a month, greatly enhancing his cultivation and strength. The three ancestors displayed strange techniques and profound skills, surrounding the demon cultivator and attacking jointly. Despite the demon cultivator’s desperate counterattacks and repeated attempts to break out, he was repeatedly thwarted and found himself trapped in a bitter struggle. If not for the three ancestors being cautious of his desperate counterattacks, taking a careful strategy to slowly exhaust him, the demon cultivator might not have lasted many rounds. No matter how the demon cultivator screamed, pleaded for mercy, or tried to sow discord, the three ancestors remained unmoved, continuously wearing him down with their techniques. Wang Shouzhe observed this and realized that the battle was decided; the demon cultivator would not be able to stir up any trouble. However, what Wang Shouzhe did not anticipate was that among the ancestors, it was Ancestor Xiaohan, his sixth granduncle, who first achieved merit. His opponent was Zhao Bojun. Zhao Bojun’s strength was only at the mid-second layer of the Spirit Platform Realm. Though he relied on consuming a pill similar to a Frenzy Pill, which stimulated his potential and temporarily boosted his battle power significantly, such a pill surely had terrible side effects. Moreover, during its effect, he became more irritable and difficult to control. The successive failures of the Liu and Zhao Clans, coupled with Wang Shouzhe’s heart-piercing words, had already left him on the verge of an emotional breakdown. At this moment, his youngest grandson of the Dao generation, Zhao Daoyuan, who he had been proud of as a promising Spirit Platform Seed, was chased to him by a Tier Three Water Element Spirit Turtle, seeking his rescue, which he was powerless to provide, helplessly watching as the fierce turtle crushed him to death. Instantly, he spiraled into madness, recklessly charging at the Spirit Turtle. Ancestor Xiaohan seized the moment, wielding the Cosmic Palace Sword to cut Zhao Bojun in two at the waist. "Ancestor Zhou Xuan, Ancestor Qiong Yuan, my ancestors of the Wang Family," triumphantly roared Ancestor Xiaohan to the sky, "Did you see? Shouzhe avenged you, and Xiaohan avenged you. The Cosmic Palace Sword has fulfilled its mission, quenching itself with the old thief Zhao Bojun’s blood!" Saying this, he decapitated Zhao Bojun’s remaining half-body as it continued to crawl. Zhao Bojun’s eyes remained wide open, seemingly filled with resentment. But he could do nothing even if he was resentful; with his head severed, there was no coming back to life. The sole purpose of this head was to be preserved and taken back, becoming an offering in the ancestral hall as a tribute to the forefathers. Zhao Bojun’s death plunged the already demoralized remnants of the Liu and Zhao Clans into utter despair, leaving them without hope of survival. Meanwhile, the disciples of the Wang Family were all making achievements, routing the remnants of the Liu and Zhao Clans completely. "Ah~" Liu Shengye screamed miserably, "Bitch, you actually poisoned the Spirit Bees." His eyes appeared to have been invaded by the toxin, continually bleeding tears. At the same time, the remaining hundreds of Spirit Bees attacked him, stinging him relentlessly. Liu Shengye fell to the ground, rolling in pain and howling, his appearance unimaginably miserable. Wang Shouzhe inhaled sharply. Earlier, he had remarked that Wang Luojing was reckless. Little did he know, she had actually poisoned the Spirit Bees. As Liu Shengye swatted down one Spirit Bee after another, the toxin dispersed, eventually blinding his eyes. Only at the end did Wang Luojing emerge from hiding, calmly severed Liu Shengye’s tendons with a short blade and coldly said. "Fat pig, this is what you get for daring to insult my fourth brother and oppose him." Then, she ran to Wang Shouzhe with a sweet smile, saying, "Fourth Brother, that pig-headed Liu Shengye dared to insult you. I’ll sprinkle some honey on his wounds later and let the ants bite him to vent your anger." Even Wang Shouzhe felt a slight chill; among his younger sisters and nieces, Luojing might indeed be the scariest in the future! This girl’s character was somewhat extreme and ruthless at her core, and she certainly needed to be taught and guided properly. Nevertheless, whatever happens, she is Wang Shouzhe’s fifth sister. No matter what, he will always protect his sister.