Back on Earth, I am the only cultivator.

"senior?!"

Li Zhenyue opened his eyes wide and subconsciously wanted to kneel down to pay his respects.

"Alright, stand up."

Wu Fan didn't turn his head, his tone indifferent.

Li Tiancheng's heart pounded as he watched, and he couldn't help but gasp softly:

"They really are seniors! That's wonderful!"

"Tiancheng, don't be impolite!"

Li Zhenyue suppressed the metallic taste in his throat and rebuked in a low voice.

But the ecstasy in his eyes was impossible to hide.

Zhao Wuji, standing opposite him, felt as if he had seen a ghost.

He gripped the ancient bronze sword tightly with both hands, his withered face filled with terror:

"This is impossible! Who are you? How could you possibly catch my sword strike with one hand?!"

"Your sword is quite interesting."

Wu Fan did not answer his question, but lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the ancient sword held between his fingers.

Under the scan of his divine sense, he could clearly feel that the sword contained a kind of spiritual energy that, although mixed, was different from the internal energy of the mortal world.

"Hmph, this is a bronze divine sword passed down from my Zhao family ancestors. It can cut through iron like mud and contains the divine power of heaven and earth!"

Zhao Wuji spoke with a fierce but inwardly weak expression, trying to use words to cover up his inner panic.

"Boy, don't be arrogant! Even if you are powerful, don't think you can escape unscathed from the Zhao family's strength!"

"A bronze divine sword? A profound secret?"

Wu Fan's lips curled into a mocking smile.

"It's just a low-grade magic weapon."

"Although it was crudely made and even the most basic artifact patterns were incomplete, it is still somewhat useful to me now."

Originally, Wu Fan was at home helping his younger sister, Wu Xi, consolidate her newly achieved first level of Qi Refining.

After carefully instructing his younger sister on the Qi circulation method of the "Primordial Profound Ice Technique," he let her meditate and cultivate on her own in her room.

He himself followed the clues Zhao Xingye had revealed the night before and arrived at the Zhao family's old house.

Under his divine sense scan, he happened to see the Li family being suppressed by Zhao Wuji with the help of the ancient sword, and Li Zhenyue's life hanging by a thread. Since the Li family had submitted to him, there was no reason not to save them, so he showed himself.

"What low-grade magic artifact? What nonsense are you spouting!"

A strong sense of foreboding rose in Zhao Wuji's heart, and he subconsciously wanted to draw his sword and retreat.

"Give it to me."

Wu Fan casually pulled him.

The ancient bronze sword, which the Zhao family treasured, suddenly broke free from Zhao Wuji's control and ended up in Wu Fan's hands.

"My sword! No! How is this possible?!"

Zhao Wuji exclaimed in surprise, feeling the faint connection between himself and the ancient sword being forcibly erased in an instant.

"What kind of sorcery did you use?!"

Looking at his empty hands, Zhao Wuji realized the possibility and felt all the strength drain from his body in an instant, causing him to kneel down helplessly.

"Begging for mercy? Too late." Wu Fan said indifferently.

"Senior, spare my life! It's all Zhao Xingye's fault, I'm willing..."

Before Zhao Wuji could finish speaking, Wu Fan casually pointed a finger, and a faint gust of wind pierced through Zhao Wuji's brow like lightning.

His voice stopped abruptly, and a bloody hole appeared in the center of his forehead.

His eyes bulged out in terror, and then he fell backward, dying instantly.

One of the strongest in the city, Zhao Wuji, the patriarch of the Zhao family at the peak of the Heaven level, died and disappeared!

In the courtyard, an old tree rustled in the wind.

Han Zhen watched as the "ancient relic" that the Zhao family regarded as their trump card was casually snatched away, and then looked at the indifferent young man. The last string in his mind snapped completely.

"The supreme realm!" Han Zhen's heart was in turmoil.

He was just now brazenly discussing "moral rules" at the Zhao family's house.

Now it seems that in the face of absolute power, those rules are nothing more than a piece of paper that can be torn apart with a single tear!

"thump!"

Han Zhen knelt down directly on the ground, his forehead pressed against the ground, and said in a trembling voice:

"Junior Han Zhen of the Mencheng Martial Arts Alliance pays respects to Senior!"

Wu Fan ignored Han Zhen, who was kneeling on the ground.

He turned around and looked at the excited Li Tiancheng.

"The rest is up to you."

Li Tiancheng trembled, and exclaimed with wild joy:

"I will obey your orders, Senior! I will thoroughly eliminate the remaining members of the Zhao family and will not cause you any trouble!"

Wu Fan nodded slightly.

He originally came to the Zhao family to retrieve the ancient artifacts, and destroying the Zhao family was just a side effect. Since the Li family was willing to take over, he got straight to the point.

Wu Fan withdrew his gaze and glanced at the rusty bronze sword in his hand.

With a flick of his finger, a wisp of spiritual fire instantly enveloped the ancient sword.

"Sizzle"

Under the scorching heat of the spirit fire, the rust on the surface of the ancient sword quickly melted away, revealing its true, unadorned nature.

It was a thin, translucent sword, trembling slightly in the firelight.

Wu Fan nodded slightly: "The material is acceptable; it's barely enough to extract a wisp of Geng metal energy."

Before he finished speaking, he activated his magic power at his fingertips, and the bronze sword was completely melted down in a few breaths, turning into an extremely pure dark golden stream of energy.

Wu Fan opened his mouth and inhaled, drawing the wisp of Geng metal energy into his body.

The nine-colored golden pill in his dantian trembled slightly, and a trace of incomparably sharp spiritual power immediately appeared in his meridians.

After doing all this, Wu Fan scanned the area with his divine sense again, directly locking onto the secret chamber deep underground in the Zhao family's territory.

"Looks like there are quite a few good things."

Under the shocked gazes of Han Zhen and the Li family father and son, Wu Fan's figure flashed and disappeared from the spot in an instant.

An underground chamber.

The stone gate here was incredibly thick, but it was practically useless in front of Wu Fan.

His figure appeared out of thin air in the center of the secret room.

On the stone platform, three exquisite wooden boxes were neatly arranged.

Wu Fan stepped forward and casually waved his hand, causing the lids of the three wooden boxes to fly off simultaneously, revealing the contents inside.

A warm, smooth jade pendant with cracks, a thousand-year-old blood ginseng, and a fist-sized, jet-black bead that feels icy cold to the touch and has a chilling power flowing inside.

Wu Fan played with the black bead, a satisfied smile appearing in his eyes.

"Although the yin energy in this bead is mixed, after refinement, it is just right for Xiaoxi to consolidate her cultivation of the Primordial Yin Body."

Without any hesitation, he waved his hand and pocketed the items.

Then, Wu Fan's figure flickered again and completely disappeared from this ancient secret chamber.

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forecourt.

A cold wind blew by, and the smell of blood lingered for a long time.

Zhao Feihu slumped to the ground, his face ashen, staring at his ancestor's already cold corpse, as if he had lost his soul.

He knew that the Zhao family's fate was sealed, and the Zhao family was finished.

"Li Tiancheng, your Li family really has some tricks up your sleeve," Zhao Feihu said with a bitter laugh.

Li Tiancheng looked at him and said, "The victor is king, the loser is villain. It's all your son's fault for messing with the wrong person, and your Zhao family has chosen the wrong path."

Han Zhen slowly stood up, patted the dust off his knees, and a complex look flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head, looked at Zhao Feihu on the ground, and his tone became cold:

"Zhao Feihu, you are suspected of colluding with foreign forces and attempting to subvert the social order of Mencheng. Come with me."

"Han Zhen! Didn't you just promise the Ancestor?!"

Zhao Feihu suddenly raised his head and stared at Han Zhen in disbelief.

"Hmph! When has this minister ever agreed to a traitor colluding with foreign enemies?!"

Han Zhen rebuked Zhao Feihu with righteous indignation, directly interrupting him.

With a wave of his hand, several elite members of the Martial Arts Alliance immediately stepped forward and held Zhao Feihu, who was powerless to resist, firmly under their control.