This Dao Ancestor is too young.

Jiaoyuan City, East of the city, Shang Family Manor, inside the ancestral hall.

Several figures sat upright on the prayer mats, their eyes filled with fear.

"Since Shang Yuansi went to the city lord's mansion, he has been summoning the cultivators of his clan day and night, but not a single one has returned in more than half a month."

"The Tao family was destroyed by a mob, and their century-old business became food for those lowly people."

"Many women, children, and the elderly in the clan are coughing incessantly, and their flesh is festering. They must have been subjected to evil methods."

Three elderly men were talking in hushed tones around a one-armed middle-aged man, their voices trembling with unease.

"Master, the atmosphere in the city is strange and unpredictable. What should we do?"

The head of the Shang family remained silent, his gaze lowered to his empty left arm, feeling the faint stinging pain from the wound, a flash of hatred in his eyes:

"It's all because of that person. If he hadn't killed my Lian'er and forced the Shang family, why would Father have gone to the City Lord's Mansion and ended up in this situation where his fate is unknown?"

"That man deserves to die, we must..."

Ta-ta-ta~

The crisp sound of footsteps came from outside the door, drowning out the conversation of the others.

crunch~

The gate swung open to astonished gazes, and a tall, slender figure entered, sword at his side.

He was a young man with a handsome face and deep, unfathomable eyes beneath long, slender, and sharp eyebrows.

Zhang Yuanzhu sized up the old and disabled duo in front of him.

"You thief!"

The head of the Shang family stood up and sternly rebuked:

"What do you want by sneaking into the Shang family's residence?"

The boy tilted his head slightly, a playful look on his face, and slowly uttered two words:

"Exterminate their entire family!"

Clang!

Before the words were even finished, the magic sword was already drawn, its brilliant light illuminating the entire ancestral hall.

Stab it!

The head flew off, and blood gushed out like a spring, splashing all over the ancestral hall.

The head of the Shang family collapsed to the ground, lifeless.

The three elderly members of the Shang family stared blankly at the wreckage before them.

A Qi Refining Realm cultivator, who had once been able to fight the young man to the death, could not even withstand a single sword strike at this moment.

How could the other party be so domineering!

Zhang Yuanzhu casually tossed aside the blood-red stains on the sword, picked up the blue crystal sword, and walked to the front of the many spirit tablets, turning to face the three elders of the Shang family:

"I ask, you answer."

The voice was calm to the point of indifference.

Where is Shang Yuansi?

"You scoundrel, how dare you humiliate the Shang family like this!"

A flash of sword light, and an old head rolled to the ground, its cloudy and lifeless eyes staring at the many ancestral tablets at the head of the ancestral hall.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his foot and placed it on the head, his smile widening as he uttered each word clearly:

"I don't believe the Shang family are all tough guys."

His gaze swept over the surviving old man:

"Now, which of you can answer my question?"

Where is Shang Yuansi?

The ancestral hall fell silent. An old man rose shakily, pointed at the boy, and roared:

"Our ancestors are here; we will never be coerced."

"good!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the blue crystal sword was already pressed against the old man's neck, and he gently wrapped it around it.

puff~

The head rolled off, the headless corpse fell, and blood stained the ancestral hall red.

Zhang Yuanzhu raised his arm and pressed the sword in his hand against the last old man:

"Come on, let's continue!"

The old man was pale, staring at the wreckage on the ground, his eyes filled with terror.

"Don't kill me! Brother Shang was summoned by the city lord for a meeting half a month ago, and he hasn't returned since."

The boy's eyes flickered. If that was the case, the hidden demonic cultivator was very likely Lord Liu, or rather, acting in the guise of Lord Liu.

The magic sword in his hand was slowly raised, and he asked again:

Where are the Shang family's sacred objects, ritual implements, and scriptures stored?

A flicker of struggle crossed the elder of the Shang family's eyes, but when he saw the sword blade blocking his path, he finally spoke:

"It's in the ancestral hall, but recently, some cultivators from the clan have been going to the city lord's mansion and taking away some spiritual items."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yuanzhu's gaze swept over the many spirit tablets, while the Bodhi tree swayed deep within his heart, and a sense of unease welled up within him.

In the next instant, the long sword in his hand slashed upwards.

Boom!

The spirit tablet shattered, dust flew everywhere, and a storage bag, enveloped by the water, emerged from the dust and came to the boy's side.

Zhang Yuanzhu stretched out his hand, gently grasped the bag, and looked at the old man whose face was full of regret.

"Heh~"

With a soft laugh, the sword light exploded, shattering everything inside the ancestral hall into dust.

Amidst the billowing dust, a young man in a cotton-padded coat walked out slowly, a sword in one hand and a dusty bag tossed in the other.

Around the ancestral hall, figures rushed over: guards wielding swords, cultivators, and members of the Shang family...

"You scoundrel, where are the elders?"

Some roared in anger, while others charged out with swords and knives.

Zhang Yuanzhu had no intention of responding at this moment. He casually put the storage bag into his robes and walked towards the approaching enemy, sword in hand.

He looked relaxed, like a noble young master enjoying a spring outing. He swung his magic sword, splashing blood and taking away one life after another.

In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he killed all the enemies who were surrounding him, and then strode away, disappearing from the Shang family manor, leaving behind a chorus of wailing cries.

The young man did not kill them all; he only eliminated the ringleaders and those who surrounded and killed them, without implicating the innocent.

As for the resentment that the survivors feel because of this, let it come. Those beings who have been surpassed by him will only be able to watch his back recede into the distance for the rest of their lives, until he is out of reach.

This is the confidence he has gained through his spiritual practice!

After leaving the Shang family, Zhang Yuanzhu sped off towards the Qian family.

Soon, he arrived at a manor, which was vast and luxurious, no less so than the Shang and Tao families.

The vermilion gates were tightly shut, and the manor was deserted.

The boy's steps remained unchanged as he leaped into the manor.

Soon, roars, the clanging of metal, and mournful howls rang out.

Half an hour later, the young man walked out of the Qian family's house, clutching a storage bag.

Zhang Yuanzhu stopped in his tracks, turned around, and took one last look at the Qian family manor.

From this day forward, Jiao Yuan City will no longer bear the name of the three great families.

His only remaining adversary is the demonic cultivator hidden within the city lord's mansion.

He turned around and strode towards the Tao family's house.

At this moment, a large number of ordinary people had gathered around, and the pedestrians on the street looked at the boy with respect and fear.

A century-old family of cultivators has been destroyed just like that. Even if some people survived, it would be impossible to rebuild the family after such destruction.

All of this was done by the boy in the cotton-padded coat in front of us.

Ignoring the various expressions on everyone's faces, Zhang Yuanzhu headed towards the Tao family manor.

He moved extremely fast and soon arrived at a pavilion deep within the Tao family's residence.

The young man entered the hall and took out two storage bags from his robes.

His gaze lowered, his eyes filled with curiosity.

These are the spoils he obtained from the Shang and Qian families, and he shouldn't be disappointed.

He stretched out his hand, picked up the storage bag on the right, and gently shook it with the opening facing down.

wow~

Spirit stones, magical artifacts, and jade slips fell out.

Upon witnessing this, Zhang Yuanzhu's lips curled into a smile, radiating pleasure.

As expected of a cultivation family that has been entrenched in Jiaoyuan City for a hundred years, even though spiritual resources are scarce in this chaotic place, they have accumulated quite a lot over time.

Then, Zhang Yuanzhu picked up another storage bag and poured out the spiritual items.

There were even more spiritual beings among them, and various colors of light flickered in the hall.

"In this way, we are even more confident in killing the demonic cultivator."