Volume One, Chapter One: The Inheritance of Invincibility!

"Chu Tianxing, you must have heard the rumors, haven't you? I have already become Dao companions with Bufan—there is nothing left between us."

"You are not worthy of being my husband!"

Outside the Sacred Land of Demon Slaying, in the courtyard of the outer disciples, a stunning young woman gazed coldly at a handsome youth.

This youth was Chu Tianxing, Crown Prince of the Chu Kingdom and the senior among the outer disciples of the Sacred Land.

"I came to see you today to urge you to return to Chu. Advise your royal family to cease resisting. Surrender the throne of Chu quietly—it's the only way your royal family will survive. This is your last chance."

"If you refuse, I will slaughter every male in your household and send the women to the brothels, regardless of age!"

Chu Tianxing’s face remained expressionless, betraying no emotion. Yet inside, rage threatened to consume him.

"Mu Yuyao, you are not capable of this, and neither is Xing Bufan."

Mu Yuyao was Chu Tianxing's fiancée, the Crown Princess of Chu. Years ago, while traveling, Chu Tianxing had been moved by her apparent innocence and kindness, accepting her pursuit and raising her status to the envied position of Crown Princess. He even granted her family exceptional favor, elevating them from obscurity to the ranks of Chu's elite houses.

Only now did he realize that Mu Yuyao’s sweetness was nothing but a façade.

"I am not capable?" Mu Yuyao declared arrogantly, "The three of us entered the Sacred Land as disciples together. Two years have passed, and you remain a useless outsider, unable to cultivate. But Bufan and I have already advanced into the core academy, even winning the favor of all four main lineages. Before long, we'll become personal disciples."

"Personal disciples are the pillars of the Sacred Land's future. When that day comes, seizing your Chu Kingdom will be as simple as uttering a word!"

No sooner had she finished than a man's voice called from outside, "Yuyao is right."

Chu Tianxing looked to the doorway. Standing there was a young man dressed in black, with unremarkable features—Xing Bufan.

"You’ve cultivated among the outer disciples for two years and remain at the mortal level. It’s proof you’re not suited for the martial path. You should return to a normal life," Xing Bufan said indifferently. "If you behave yourself, Yuyao and I will ensure you live out your days in luxury."

"So, Xing Bufan, you finally dare show yourself. I thought you’d lost the courage to face me," Chu Tianxing narrowed his eyes.

Xing Bufan sneered, "From now on, you will call me Senior Brother Xing. Someone of your worthlessness is not fit to call me by name."

Chu Tianxing laughed coldly, "When you were a starving, sickly beggar on the streets, where was this arrogance? You were only eight years old. I tended your wounds, brought you into the palace as my page, promoted you, and gave you a life of luxury. We grew up together for ten years, yet you shamelessly betray me with her?"

"Chu Tianxing, is this your attempt at psychological warfare because you lack the cultivation and status we now possess in the Sacred Land?" Xing Bufan scoffed. "Everything you say is true, but so what? In this world, the strong rule."

"He doesn’t understand, Bufan," Mu Yuyao giggled derisively, "There’s no point explaining to someone who can't cultivate. All we need to tell him is that might makes right."

"Reputation is only the weak comforting themselves. Do you think a true powerhouse cares about reputation? Even if I were the vilest villain, so what? History is written by the victors. Good or evil is ours to decide!"

Suppressing his fury and the urge to kill, Chu Tianxing replied coolly, "Since you’ve come to persuade the royal family to surrender, it means you two still aren’t personal disciples, and your family’s military strength isn’t enough to defeat the Chu royal family quickly. Otherwise, you’d have waited until you were personal disciples before proposing the abolition of Chu. Am I wrong?"

In an instant, the faces of Xing Bufan and Mu Yuyao turned cold; he had struck a nerve.

"From what I know, without the Sacred Land's aid, your family would need at least half a year to breach the capital," Chu Tianxing continued, his tone severe. "I am still a Crown Prince—once, I was your lord. Do you think I’d be cowed by two traitorous servants?"

"You!" Xing Bufan flushed with rage. The word "servant" pierced him like a knife.

"Bufan, he’s not worth our anger," Mu Yuyao soothed him, taking his arm. "He’s an ant compared to us; we’re not even of the same world."

She looked at Chu Tianxing, her expression turning icy. "You have three days to reconsider. If you remain stubborn, your nation and clan will be annihilated."

"And you—don’t think you’ll survive. Bufan and I are core disciples now; killing an outer disciple like you is as easy as crushing an ant!"

With that, Mu Yuyao left with Xing Bufan, arm in arm, exuding intimacy.

Once they were gone, Chu Tianxing’s carefully maintained composure collapsed, replaced by a chilling glare and murderous intent.

"At most, half a year until Chu falls. I must surpass them, or become a personal disciple within that time, if I am to turn the tide."

His whole body radiated killing intent. He lowered his gaze to the jade bead hanging from his neck.

"Father once said that only when I turn eighteen, when my destiny matures, can I remove this bead and awaken my bloodline inheritance."

"The time has come!"

With that, Chu Tianxing tore off the jade bead.

Crack—rumble!

In an instant, the bead shattered. Where once the sky was clear, darkness fell, thunder rolling across the land.

Everywhere, the world was plunged into shadow, the sky shaken by thunder.

Panic and dread swept across all living things.

But Chu Tianxing knew nothing of this. The moment he removed the bead, he found himself suspended high above a great imperial city.

"Where is this? The Chu capital?"

Chu Tianxing was shocked to discover himself standing in midair, with dragons twisting and phoenixes soaring below.

He could clearly see that every building matched the Chu capital exactly.

Yet above, dragons and phoenixes filled the sky; within the palace, the qilin reigned. At each of the four gates, the four ancient beasts—Taotie, Qiongqi, Taowu, and Hundun—stood guard.

Soldiers patrolled the city, clad in golden armor and bearing golden blades, their auras unfathomable.

Even commoners soared through the air; their strength was beyond belief.

"Is this… the Chu Kingdom in its prime, a thousand years ago? The greatest power on the continent!"

Chu Tianxing was utterly awestruck by the scene before him.

"At last, a descendant of the Chu family has awakened the bloodline inheritance."

"Indeed, we have waited a millennium."

"The time is near. In just two years, we will break the seal and return to the present world."

"I wonder how things stand in Chu now?"

"What does it matter? As long as we exist, as long as we return, Chu will reach its peak once more!"

"I wonder what legacy our descendant will inherit—which Emperor’s bloodline and technique?"

"If it’s the first ancestor's technique and bloodline, that would be best. Chu would become supreme among all!"

"Naturally. The first ancestor’s inheritance is unmatched—no one has awakened it until now."

Excited and wistful voices echoed around him. Chu Tianxing’s vision blurred, and he left that world behind.

At the same time, the darkness above the land lifted, the sky clearing, thunder fading away.

"Those voices…" Chu Tianxing panted, clutching his throbbing head.

As strange memories flooded his mind, his blood surged wildly in his veins.

"Undying, indestructible art… bloodline… physique…"

He gasped for breath. "It’s the physique and technique of Chu’s first emperor—a supreme from ten thousand years past!"

The first emperor of Chu had once dominated an era as its supreme being.

Yet no descendant had ever awakened his technique or bloodline since.

If they had, then even a thousand years ago, the Chu family would not have been merely a peak power—they would have been supreme!

"My spiritual energy…"

Suddenly elated, Chu Tianxing urgently began to circulate the Undying Indestructible Art.

Buzz!

As his spiritual energy soared, his martial cultivation rose in tandem.

Mortal Realm, Second Heaven, Third Heaven… Ninth Heaven!

Body Tempering Realm, First Heaven, Second Heaven… Ninth Heaven!

Spirit Guiding Realm… Ninth Heaven!

Spirit Adept Realm… Ninth Heaven!

Spirit Master Realm… Ninth Heaven!

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