Cultivation of immortality begins with an eighty-year-old eunuch.

The Kingdom of Cultivation of Great Yu, Youzhou.

This place is the ancestral home of the Wang family.

This is the foundation of the Wang family's millennia-long history. Their territory stretches for hundreds of miles, with pavilions and towers nestled amidst the beautiful mountains and rivers. The protective array of the clan is open year-round, shrouded in spiritual light, making it impossible for ordinary cultivators to approach.

Chen Fan's figure appeared silently in the sky outside the Wang Family Mountain Gate.

There was no movement of his escape light, nor any spatial fluctuations; it was as if he was meant to be there all along.

He looked down, his gaze calmly sweeping over the imposing complex of buildings below. His divine sense spread out imperceptibly, like a gentle spring breeze, and in an instant, he had taken in the entire situation inside and outside the Wang family.

Two Nascent Soul cultivators, one in the mid-stage and the other in the early stage, are currently in seclusion in their forbidden cave dwellings in the back mountains. There are seventeen Nascent Soul cultivators, over a thousand Core Formation and Foundation Establishment disciples, and countless servants and vassal cultivators.

The clan-protecting formation is of a high grade, enough to withstand the fierce attack of a Nascent Soul cultivator. Several top-grade spirit stones are embedded in the core of the formation, with spiritual light flowing continuously.

"This is it," Chen Fan murmured to himself, his tone so flat that it revealed no emotion.

He did not deliberately conceal his aura, but the peak of the Tribulation Transcending realm was too transcendent. His Daoist charm flowed naturally around him, merging with heaven and earth, which made the formation and cultivators below completely unaware of it.

Until he raised his right hand, his index finger gently touching the pale golden protective shield below.

There was no deafening roar, no surging spiritual energy. The clan-protecting formation, which would give even a Nascent Soul cultivator a headache, spread out like a stone thrown into water, with ripples spreading silently from the point Chen Fan pointed with his fingertip.

Wherever the ripples passed, the complex and profound array runes melted and vanished silently, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

In the blink of an eye, the protective barrier that had enveloped the Wang family for hundreds of years completely vanished without a trace, and even the top-grade spirit stone that served as the core of the formation turned into dust at the same time.

The Wang family members at the mountain gate were the first to notice the anomaly. The spiritual light of the mountain-protecting array suddenly went out, and the flow of spiritual energy in the world stagnated.

Several Core Formation cultivators on duty looked up in astonishment, their pupils then contracted sharply as they saw the gray-blue figure standing with his hands behind his back in the sky.

"Who dares to trespass on the Wang family property..." The stern shout was abruptly cut short.

Chen Fan's gaze fell upon it.

It wasn't directed at anyone, just a calm glance. Yet, how heavy is the gaze of a cultivator undergoing tribulation?

The Core Formation cultivators, along with dozens of lower-level disciples nearby, didn't even have time to feel fear before their bodies suddenly stiffened.

Then, like a weathered sand sculpture, it silently crumbled away, turning into the finest dust, mingling with the mountain wind, leaving no trace.

True fear, like a plague, began to spread across the Wang family's ancestral land. Alarm bells rang, streaks of light shot up from all directions, and shouts, screams, and panic filled the air.

The auras of the Nascent Soul cultivators erupted one after another, attempting to lock onto the approaching enemy. However, their divine senses vanished without a trace as soon as they touched three feet around Chen Fan.

The backlash caused several Nascent Soul cultivators to groan and bleed from the corners of their mouths.

In the forbidden area behind the mountain, two powerful Nascent Soul auras suddenly erupted, the stone door of the cave exploded, and two figures filled with shock and anger soared into the sky. They were Wang Zhenyue and Wang Zhennan, the two current ancestors of the Wang family.

Both men had their beards and hair bristling, their spiritual power surging. The natal magic weapons they summoned were a crimson fire cauldron and an azure flying sword, their spiritual light dazzling and their pressure shaking the surrounding area for dozens of miles.

They instantly saw Chen Fan high in the sky. His pale, beardless, and calm face left a deep impression on them!

"Chen...Chen Fan?!" Wang Zhennan exclaimed in shock, his voice sharp and filled with disbelief.

He remembered this person; back then, he was only a Nascent Soul cultivator, relentlessly pursued by the Wang family and the Eight Great Families, with nowhere to run or hide. Later, although he became a top-tier retainer in the Zhao Kingdom, he was still only a Nascent Soul cultivator. How could this be…

Wang Zhenyue's cultivation was higher, and his senses were more acute. He stared intently at Chen Fan, but his heart felt as if it had fallen into an ice cave.

He couldn't see through the other person's cultivation level; he only felt that the person standing there was one with the entire world, vast, profound, and immeasurable.

That calm gaze swept over him, causing his soul to tremble. His cultivation at the mid-stage of the Nascent Soul realm was like a candle flickering in the wind, leaving him unable to muster the slightest will to resist.

This is definitely not the Nascent Soul stage, it might even... surpass the Void Refinement stage!

"Fellow Daoist Chen... Fellow Daoist Chen!" Wang Zhenyue suppressed the turmoil in his heart, forcing out a smile that was more like a grimace. He cupped his hands and said, "I was unaware of Fellow Daoist Chen's presence. I have failed to greet you properly! What happened back then... was all a misunderstanding! My Wang family is willing to give everything to compensate you! I only ask that you be lenient..."

"A misunderstanding?" Chen Fan finally spoke, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching the ears of every Wang family member below, each word like an ice bead falling to the ground, "Back then outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, you and Wang Zhennan joined forces to intercept and kill our family, was that a misunderstanding? The assassination attempt at the Imperial City Inn, was that a misunderstanding? On the boundless seashore, you personally led the pursuit, was that a misunderstanding?"

With each question, Wang Zhenyue's face paled a little more.

Of course he remembered these things. At that time, Chen Fan was just a Nascent Soul cultivator with some potential, an enemy that the Wang family was determined to eliminate. They used every means at their disposal and showed no mercy.

Now that the other party has come knocking on his door, and their cultivation level has reached a realm he cannot comprehend, this is clearly the time for karmic retribution and reckoning!

Wang Zhennan was in even worse shape, his body drenched in cold sweat, his teeth chattering, and he stammered, "Senior Chen... Senior Chen! We know we were wrong! We are willing to offer up the Wang family's accumulated wealth over a thousand years, and submit to your disposal! We only beg... we only beg you to spare the Wang family bloodline..."

He has changed his form of address and adopted the most humble attitude.

Chen Fan looked at them quietly, his eyes devoid of sorrow or joy, hatred or anger, only a serene indifference that seemed to have seen through cause and effect.

"The path of cultivation is a dog-eat-dog world. Your attempts to kill us back then were your way. Today, we've come here to settle our karmic debts; that's also our way." He shook his head slightly.

"Begging for mercy is useless. You didn't give us a chance to beg for mercy back then either."

After he finished speaking, he said no more and gently pressed his raised palm down.

There was no dazzling magical light, no earth-shattering display. Just a slightly pale hand with distinct knuckles, pressing down lightly.

However, in the eyes of Wang Zhenyue and Wang Zhennan, this palm was expanding infinitely, as if it had replaced the sky and covered the four corners of the earth and the eight directions.

The palm lines transformed into mountains and rivers, and the fingerprints became the trajectories of stars, with the laws of the Great Dao flowing and changing within them. Their natal magic weapons, the Crimson Cauldron and the Blue Sword, could not even withstand the shadow of this palm for a moment before letting out a mournful cry, losing all their spiritual light, and shattering inch by inch.

The two roared, exhausting their life's cultivation, and their divine forms soared into the sky in an attempt to resist. But as soon as the forms solidified, they shattered like fragile glass under the invisible pressure.