Transforming into a stunningly beautiful fox spirit, leaving a scar on the heart of a prodigy.

The wind in the ruins of the fallen god has stopped.

On the dark red wasteland, disciples from various sects were taking stock of their final spoils.

Chen Xuan stood on a boulder, with various demon cores piled up at his feet. The interplay of light made the faces of those around him flicker between light and shadow.

Su Chang'an sat next to him, holding an account book in his hand, fiddling with the abacus while popping candied fruit into his mouth.

"Four hundred and twenty third-tier demon cores, one hundred and eight fourth-tier cores, and fifth-tier cores... Tsk, you rebellious son, your bloodlust is a bit too strong."

She closed the ledger, stretched, and glanced around at the awe-inspiring cultivators.

"But this championship is practically secured."

Chen Xuan didn't say anything, but simply reached out to shield her from the blowing sand.

In the distance, the Grand Elder was holding a jade slip and loudly announcing the votes.

"Chen Xuan of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect has gained 38,000 points!"

"Li Manzi of the Blood Fiend Sect, 12,000 points."

"The Gate of Ten Thousand Beasts..."

The gap is so large it's despair-inducing.

Li Manzi stroked his bald head and chuckled foolishly, "Senior Brother Chen's sword is too fast, I, Old Li, am convinced."

Luo Qingxue stood in the crowd, looking at the figure in black robes from behind, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

Just as the Grand Elder was about to announce the final result, an unexpected change occurred.

"boom!"

An immense and unparalleled aura erupted from the Great Qian Dynasty's camp without warning.

That aura was extremely domineering, carrying a supreme pressure that instantly swept across the entire area.

The elder, who was still counting the votes, turned pale and almost dropped the jade slip in his hand.

Everyone instinctively turned to look.

Beside the luxurious golden chariot of the Great Qian Dynasty, a young man had appeared out of nowhere.

The boy looked no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, wearing a spotless white robe embroidered with cloud patterns.

He stood with his hands behind his back, wearing a pair of cloud-stepping boots, and a purple jade pendant hanging from his waist. He exuded an air of nobility that seemed completely out of place in this bloody battlefield.

Before him stood Ji Changkong, the once arrogant prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, now bowing low, his head drooping, his whole body trembling slightly.

"Who is that?"

"Ji Changkong is a prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, how could he perform such a grand ceremony towards a mere youth?"

Whispers arose from the crowd.

Chen Xuan's pupils suddenly contracted.

His hands, which were resting on his knees, clenched instantly, his knuckles turning white.

Su Chang'an noticed his unusual behavior, followed his gaze, and frowned slightly.

The young man had a faint smile on his lips, his gaze fixed on Ji Changkong in front of him, without looking at the people around him.

"Cousin Changkong."

The boy spoke, his voice clear and bright, yet carrying an undeniable coldness.

"Transfer all the demon soul points you have to me."

Ji Changkong froze, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

He raised his head, his face extremely pale, his voice hoarse: "Young Master... this is against the rules."

"This is the Northern Region Grand Competition; everyone must rely on their own abilities..."

"Snapped!"

A crisp slap interrupted Ji Changkong's words.

Ji Changkong was sent flying by the blow, crashing heavily into the chariot. Half of his face swelled up instantly, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

The entire room fell silent.

That's a prince of the Great Qian Dynasty!

He was actually slapped in the face in public?

The boy withdrew his hand, took out a silk handkerchief from his pocket, and slowly wiped his fingers as if he had just touched something dirty.

"rule?"

He chuckled and casually tossed the handkerchief onto the ground.

"The Great Qian Dynasty is nothing but a dog raised by my Chen family. When the master wants something, does the dog have the right to talk about rules?"

Upon hearing this, everyone present changed their expressions.

The Chen family?

The Chen family, an imperial clan of Central Continent!

Ji Changkong covered his face, his eyes filled with humiliation, but he dared not resist in the slightest.

He gritted his teeth, trembling as he pulled out the points jade slip from his robes and presented it with both hands.

The young man took the jade slip, glanced at it without looking at it, and casually tossed it to an old servant behind him.

"With all of this, is that enough to be number one?"

The old servant took the jade slip, scanned it with his divine sense, and respectfully said, "Young Master, with Prince Ji's points added, it just surpasses Chen Xuan by one hundred points."

The boy nodded, then lazily glanced around.

"This kind of place is dirty and chaotic, and the air you breathe smells of poverty."

He covered his mouth and nose, his brows furrowed.

"If it weren't for that good-for-nothing, I wouldn't bother coming to this barbaric land."

"You want to hunt down demon souls yourself? That kind of dirty work is only done by the lowest of the low."

These words were extremely harsh.

Which of the disciples from various sects present wasn't a proud and arrogant prodigy?

Who could tolerate being called a low-class person right now?

"presumptuous!"

A loud shout rang out.

Li Manzi of the Blood Fiend Sect could no longer hold back.

Although he admired Chen Xuan, it was only because he was beaten into submission.

What is this pretty boy in front of me?

"Where did this brat come from, daring to cause trouble in the Northern Region!"

Li Manzi's blood surged, and with one step, the ground cracked.

He swung his fist, sending a whistling sound as he smashed it straight at the boy.

"Shut up!"

This punch was powerful and heavy, enough to split mountains and shatter rocks.

however.

The boy didn't even lift his eyelids.

He simply extended a finger and tapped it lightly.

"Noisy."

His fingertips touched Li Manzi's fist.

There was no earth-shattering collision.

There was only one crisp "snap" sound.

Li Manzi's arm, which was thicker than a normal person's thigh, twisted and deformed instantly, and the bones shattered inch by inch.

"ah--"

Li Manzi let out a scream and was sent flying backward, crashing into a pile of rocks in the distance. His fate was unknown.

"Senior Brother Li!"

The Blood Fiend Sect disciples rushed over in alarm.

The boy withdrew his finger and blew away non-existent dust from his fingertip.

"Is this all the body cultivators in the Northern Region are capable of?"

He shook his head, his face full of disappointment.

"As expected, this is a barbarian land, utterly vulnerable."

The scene was deathly silent.

Li Manzi was a body cultivator at the peak of the Casting Cauldron Realm, with an incomparably strong physical body.

He was crippled by this young man with a single finger?

This young man's strength is unfathomable.

The elders of the Blood Fiend Sect stood on the high platform, their faces ashen, but they dared not lash out.

The Imperial Clan of Central Continent.

It was a colossal entity that surpassed all other sects in the Northern Region, except for the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect.

Any random member of a collateral branch could sweep across the Northern Region, let alone the one before them, who is clearly a direct descendant of the Chen family.

The boy seemed to enjoy the fear of being the center of attention.

He walked step by step toward the direction of the Supreme Forgetfulness Sect, with his hands behind his back.

The crowd parted automatically, and no one dared to block his way.

He walked until he reached the boulder and stopped.

His gaze swept over the crowd and landed on Chen Xuan.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

One was aloof and condescending, with a mocking look in his eyes.

One had an expressionless face, but deep in his eyes surged a boundless killing intent.

Su Chang'an sat next to Chen Xuan, and the dried fruit in his hand suddenly didn't smell so good anymore.

She looked at the young man in white, then at Chen Xuan beside her.

These two people even have a resemblance in their eyes and brows.

Chen Xuan's features were more rugged, exuding a coldness honed by wind and snow.

The boy, on the other hand, had a pampered and effeminate air about him.

"The Chen family..."

Su Chang'an's heart skipped a beat.

Chen Xuan's background.

The child whose supreme bone was removed by his family when he was a child, and who was thrown into the sealed land like trash.

The boy looked at Chen Xuan, a wicked smile curving his lips.

"Long time no see."

He spoke, his voice carrying a feigned surprise and affection.

"Brother."

The moment those two words were uttered, the entire audience erupted in uproar.

elder brother?

This terrifying young man from the Central Continent Imperial Clan actually calls Chen Xuan his elder brother?

Then wouldn't Chen Xuan be...?

Luo Qingxue covered her mouth, her eyes filled with shock.

Chen Xuan remained silent.

He simply stood up slowly, shielding Su Chang'an behind him.

His palm rested on the broken sword at his waist.

"Chen Tianyou".

Chen Xuan's voice was hoarse, as if he was trying hard to suppress his anger.

"You deserve to die."

The boy, called Chen Tianyou, burst into laughter.

"How could I die?"

He opened his arms, displaying the aura flowing around him.

"Thanks to my brother, that supreme bone is growing very well inside me."

"Look, I've already reached the Transformation Realm."

"And you..."

Chen Tianyou looked Chen Xuan up and down, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

"Still lingering in the Casting Cauldron Realm."

"What a piece of trash."

He shook his head, clicking his tongue in disapproval.

"Back then, your father threw you into that godforsaken place, thinking you would have long since become the excrement of monsters."

"I didn't expect you to be so tough; you actually managed to crawl out."

"but……"

Chen Tianyou changed the subject, his gaze falling on the pile of demon cores behind Chen Xuan.

"So what if you climb out?"

"Garbage is always garbage."

"I want the top spot too."

"I want your essence blood too."

He stretched out his hand, palm up, and beckoned to Chen Xuan with his finger.

"Give it to me."

"Just like when they gave me the bones back then."

"Hand it over obediently, and I might consider letting you live a few more days."

The air condensed.

Everyone held their breath.

This is a feud between wealthy families.

And it's the cruelest kind.

The hatred of having one's bones dug out, the resentment of having one's throne usurped.

Chen Xuan stood there, his figure as straight as a sword.

The wind blew up his clothes, making them flutter.

He looked at Chen Tianyou as if he were looking at a dead man.

"You've learned to enjoy life lately, even raising a demon pet."

Chen Tianyou smiled.

His laughter was cruel and ferocious.

"Wait until I break all your limbs, then I'll enjoy your demonic pet right in front of you."

"Let me show you that without the Chen family, you're not even worth a dog."

As he spoke, a terrifying aura suddenly erupted from his body.

Behind him, a huge illusory image of a Dharma body slowly emerged.

It was a golden deity, wielding a giant sword, exuding overwhelming power.

The Realm of Transformation!

The true realm of transformation!

It is several times more terrifying than the previous Ghost King.

The surrounding cultivators were forced to retreat repeatedly by this oppressive force, their faces turning pale.

Chen Xuan remained completely still.

He simply turned around and glanced at Su Chang'an.

Are you scared?

Su Chang'an threw the candied fruit in his hand into his mouth and chewed it with a crunching sound.

She patted the icing off her hands and peeked out from behind Chen Xuan.

She rolled her eyes at the arrogant Chen Tianyou.

"What's there to be afraid of?"

"The traitor."

She pointed at Chen Tianyou's nose.

"Give that brat a good beating."

"Cut it to death."

Chen Xuan smiled.

A hint of warmth finally appeared in those icy eyes.

"it is good."

He turned around to face Chen Tianyou and slowly drew the broken sword from his waist.

The sound of swords clashing rang out.

A murderous intent soared to the heavens.

There are poems:

The northern winds chill the ruins, while golden carriages and jade palanquins tread through the dust.

In the past, bones were dug up to create enmity and bloodshed; today, swords are drawn to slay the rebels.

Clad in white, with a heart as pure as ink; a broken blade, though blunt, holds a steadfast spirit.

Do not say that the imperial family is powerful; a fox fur coat can make even ghosts and gods bow down in anger.