I, a spoiled young master, conquered the Crown Princess right from the start!

"Heh, what arrogance. Since when has my Hundred Herbs Sect become a target for a mad dog to bark here?"

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears, as if it possessed a strange magic that instantly silenced the once noisy world.

Xue Zhenhai's pupils contracted, his gaze sharp as lightning, shooting towards the depths of the Hundred Herbs Sect.

Xue Yun was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage: "Which old bastard is speaking? Get out here and show yourself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blurry figure appeared beside Wen Changqing like a ghost.

The newcomer was none other than Wen Daoxuan, the Supreme Elder of the Hundred Herbs Sect.

His cloudy eyes glanced indifferently at Xue Yun.

"Noisy."

Before he finished speaking, he casually raised his thin, dry hand and waved it lightly across the vast emptiness.

Snapped--!

A slap that was louder and crisper than any before rang out again!

Xue Yun didn't even have time to react. It was as if he had been hit head-on by an invisible star. His scream was stuck in his throat. His body drew a miserable parabola in the air and crashed into a distant mountain with a loud bang. His life or death was unknown.

"How dare you, you brat!"

Xue Zhenhai's eyes were bloodshot, and he let out a deafening roar!

The four half-step Venerables behind him opened their eyes at the same time, and four terrifying auras that were enough to tear the sky apart suddenly erupted, ready to join forces to kill Wen Daoxuan on the spot!

However, Wen Daoxuan merely snorted coldly.

"Even a grain of rice can shine brightly?"

Within his gaunt body, a terrifying pressure, vast as an abyss and boundless as the sea, suddenly arose like an ancient dragon awakening!

The majesty of the Venerable One!

That oppressive aura was no longer a simple pressure, but an absolute suppression containing a trace of true law power!

At that moment, the air seemed to have turned into viscous amber.

The four half-step Venerables, who had just been so imposing, froze instantly, replaced by endless horror and fear!

They felt as if their bodies were being crushed by millions of divine mountains, their spiritual energy flow instantly stagnating, and their bones creaking under the unbearable weight.

Puff! Puff! Puff! Puff!

Four jets of blood spurted from their mouths simultaneously!

The four of them were forced to their knees from mid-air by this oppressive force, unable to even lift their heads!

The entire venue was deathly silent!

All the disciples of the Hundred Herbs Sect stared blankly at that withered figure, their minds completely blank.

Their Supreme Elder... was actually a true Venerable One?!

"A Venerable...Venerable Realm?!" Disbelief finally filled Xue Zhenhai's majestic face.

He never imagined that this old fellow, whom he had learned was already weakened and nearing the end of his life, would actually break through to this legendary realm!

Wen Daoxuan stood with his hands behind his back, his once cloudy old eyes now sharp and piercing. He looked at Xue Zhenhai, whose expression had drastically changed, and spoke in an icy voice.

"Our Hundred Herbs Sect has indeed declined since ancient times, and is no longer as glorious as it once was. But this is not something that you petty people can bully at will."

"Today, considering that your Xue family has endured for a long time, I will give you a chance to live."

He held up one finger.

"Cut off your own arm, then get out!"

overbearing!

Unparalleled dominance!

Xue Zhenhai's face turned pale and then red. He stared intently at Wen Daoxuan, his eyes filled with resentment and humiliation.

However, at that moment...

A deep voice, tinged with disdain and amusement, seemed to haunt the crowd above them like a ghost.

"Heh, a mere second-level Venerable Realm cultivator, yet you dare to spout such nonsense here?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure suddenly appeared in front of Xue Zhenhai without any warning.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in a dark blue brocade robe, with a handsome face but an extremely effeminate demeanor. He simply stood there quietly, yet seemed to be isolated from the entire world, existing in his own world.

"Elder Fang! You...you've come!"

Xue Yun, who had been dug out of the mountains, covered in blood and in a sorry state, suddenly felt a surge of joy, as if he had survived a disaster, when he saw the middle-aged man. He scrambled over to him.

Wen Daoxuan's pupils suddenly contracted to their maximum size as he stared intently at the middle-aged man, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

The middle-aged man didn't even bother to glance at him. Instead, he looked at the spiritually potent herbs within the Hundred Herbs Sect with the same appreciation he would give to a work of art, and spoke indifferently.

"Fang He, Outer Sect Steward of the Sacred Land of Taicang."

"From this day forward, the Xue family will reign supreme in this Hundred Herbs Starfield. Your Hundred Herbs Sect will serve as the Xue family's medicinal garden."

He pronounced the fate of the entire Hundred Herbs Sect in a statement of facts.

Then, as if remembering something, his effeminate eyes fell on Wen Daoxuan.

"As for you..."

He extended a finger and gently tapped Wen Daoxuan.

"Kneel down."

There was no earth-shattering power, but Wen Daoxuan's face turned ashen white in that instant!

He was horrified to discover that his proud Venerable Laws were instantly melted away by that single finger, like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun!

A more advanced and domineering force of law, like an invisible net, enveloped him tightly, making it impossible for him to even move a finger!

Pfft!

Wen Daoxuan, the Venerable Realm expert who was just now so imposing, suddenly had his legs go weak and uncontrollably knelt down in the void!

In an instant, Wen Daoxuan knelt on both knees, his wrinkled old face turning a deep purplish-red.

That wasn't because of fear, but because of the extreme humiliation!

He, a dignified master and the pillar of the Hundred Herbs Sect, who stood firm against all odds, was now like a dog, forced to kneel before his own sect's gate by a single word.

This is more painful for him than killing him.

"Supreme Elder!"

Wen Changqing, Wen Zhi, and the others cried out in shock, their eyes wide with horror, yet utterly helpless.

The middle-aged man named Fang He displayed strength that completely exceeded their comprehension. It wasn't a crushing defeat in terms of raw power, but rather an absolute suppression on a level of life and comprehension of the laws!

"Hahaha! You old fool! Weren't you so arrogant just now? Keep being arrogant!"

Xue Yun covered his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, and let out a maniacal and unrestrained laugh. He limped over to Wen Daoxuan, raised his foot, and was about to stomp hard on the old man's face.

"You dare hit me! You dare show off! Today, I, the young master, will stomp your old face into the mud in front of all your disciples and followers!"

However, his foot ultimately failed to land.

That's enough.

Fang He spoke calmly, his voice revealing neither joy nor anger.

Xue Yun froze. Although unwilling, he dared not disobey. He reluctantly withdrew his foot and turned to Wen Zhi not far away with a victor's posture. His eyes were filled with undisguised lewdness and possessiveness.

"Sister Zhi'er, now you should know who your true match is, right? Follow me, and you will be the daughter-in-law of the chief elder of the outer sect of the Taicang Holy Land. Your future will be limitless. If you remain obstinate..." He sneered, his threat clear.

Wen Zhi bit her lip so hard that her nails almost dug into her flesh, and her beautiful eyes were filled with despair and indignation.

The entire Hundred Herbs Sect fell into a deathly silence.

Everyone's face was ashen and powerless.

Even the Supreme Elder was defeated, so what hope do they have?

Xue Zhenhai regained his composure as the head of the family. He walked to Fang He's side, bowed respectfully, and then announced loudly, "I hereby declare that from this day forward, the Hundred Herbs Sect is officially merged into my Xue family!"

"All disciples of the Hundred Herbs Sect will become the Xue family's medicine slaves, cultivating spiritual herbs for the Xue family for generations! Anyone who disobeys will be killed without mercy!"

His voice, like the pronouncement of death, echoed above the Hundred Herbs Sect.

However, it was precisely in this suffocating atmosphere of despair that...

A voice, unusually calm, slowly rose from the depths of the herb garden.

"The Sacred Land of Taicang? Is it that amazing?"