Asura Mad Emperor

Just as Qinchuan and his companions reached the Thousand Fox Mountain, Qin Xiaoyu and her group had also arrived outside the gates of Thunderous Holy Land. "Chen Wu, where are you? Come out and meet your death!" Qin Xiaoyu's shout rumbled, her aura shooting straight into the sky, as the myriad Laws stirred and surged with her angry bellow, echoing throughout the entire Thunderous Holy Land. Chen Wu's life had recently been quite comfortable. His Thunderous Holy Land was originally just a small sect in a remote corner, suppressed by the Chou Family a few years ago, and beaten down to a point where elders and even the sect leader had run away, leaving only a handful of elders and a few hundred disciples struggling to support it. Back then, when he was appointed as the sect's Saint Heir, even though it was only for a down-and-out small sect, the first few months made this cultivator who climbed up step by step from the Mortal World extremely happy and proud. But as time passed, he realized that the sect was becoming more and more difficult to sustain, until in the end, the entire sect was left with only his Dao Palace Realm master and a few dozen disciples. His master would often murmur into his ears that the heavy responsibility of reviving the sect had fallen onto him, and that the sect's future advancement depended on his leadership. Whether he was somewhat elated by the flattery or his mindset had undergone a great change after experiencing the sect's downfall, he actually managed to break through to the Spirit Martial Realm. Since then, his master incessantly cajoled him, urging him to take a chance in the Spirit Martial Great Tomb. Although the persuasion was mostly fluff, his master pleaded with tears in his eyes, speaking with great indignation and passion. Without much thought, he resolutely entered the Spirit Martial Great Tomb. Little did he know that as soon as he entered the Great Tomb, he was possessed by a Yin Spirit, which almost claimed his life on the spot. But then, in the nick of time, a martial artist named Qin Zhan appeared and saved his life. He was initially very grateful to Qin Zhan, but during a serendipitous moment, he saw endless spiritual treasures and valuables in Qin Zhan's storage bag. Evil intentions sprang from within his guts, and on a fortuitous occasion, he attracted a Yin Spirit. Qin Zhan was possessed by the Yin Spirit, and in the end, he was slain by a single sword stroke from him. "I'm sorry, I should have been grateful to you, but you were truly too rich." After plundering Qin Zhan's spoils from the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, Chen Wu did not utter another word and immediately left the Great Tomb. The treasures he brought back were extremely abundant for the down-and-out Thunderous Holy Land, even far exceeding the entire collection of the Treasure Pavilion during the sect's heyday. His master made rapid progress with the help of the medicinal treasures, successfully breaking through to the Life Spring Realm, and wiping out the enemies of the sect. With the abundance of sect resources and the Sect Leader's successful breakthrough, the disciples and elders who had fled also returned one after another, leading the Thunderous Holy Land onto a path of positive development. And he, as the sect's greatest contributor, could say that without his "brave incursion" into the Spirit Martial Great Tomb, the Thunderous Holy Land would have vanished. Thus, his status in the sect rose meteorically, transforming from Saint Heir to Elder, becoming the youngest elder in the sect, and in no time, he also became a highly sought-after figure within the sect, surrounded by beautiful women, indulging in revelries night after night, with countless female disciples wishing they could climb into his bed at midnight. This lofty status incited the envy of many disciples, which he thoroughly enjoyed. But today, as he was engaged in cultivation with a beauty, he suddenly heard a furious shout, presumptuously calling him out by name. "What brash young girl has come here? How dare she run wild at my Thunderous Holy Land? She even has the audacity to directly call this Elder by… name!" Chen Wu stormed out of the mountain gate with anger, but his words softened halfway through. At the entrance stood two beautiful women, one tall, the other petite. The taller one had curves in all the right places, graceful and poised. Her aura was especially chilling, resembling an ice flower, with skin translucent as ice, tender and smooth as cream, her complexion so delicate it seemed almost cloyingly soft, truly a peerless beauty in the human world. Although the younger one's face was still childishly tender, and she bore an angry expression, it couldn't hide her charm, promising that she would grow up to be no less stunning than the older one! He suddenly felt that the women beside him were mere vulgar painted faces, while these two in front of him were the true immortals. Lust sparkled in his eyes as he scanned Qin Xiaoyu and Zhou Xi. "I am Chen Wu, an elder of Thunderous Holy Land. May I ask why the two immortals are seeking me?" Chen Wu bowed with hands clasped, his lecherous smile betraying his thoughts. "I have never met you two before, so could there be some misunderstanding here?" "This is not the place to talk. Why don't the two immortals come with me to the mountain gate for a rest? We can delve deeper into this and clear up any misunderstandings." "You are Chen Wu?" Qin Xiaoyu's face, which had been filled with anger, now turned calm as she faced her adversary, her expression chilling completely, a cold indifference emerging on her youthful cheeks: "Do you know Qin Zhan? He is my father!" "What?" Chen Wu had always remembered the name Qin Zhan, and now, hearing Qin Xiaoyu mention it, his complexion changed drastically. He knew that his deeds of the past had been exposed. Even though he didn't know how the other party had learned of it, the fact that they had come to him directly, naming him plainly, meant they were undoubtedly here for revenge. "Hmph, so you're the daughter of old Qin. Who would have thought that not only was that old man a majestic and handsome warrior, but his daughter also turned out to be quite the beauty," Chen Wu said. Since the truth was out, he dropped all pretenses and his face twisted with malice, while lasciviousness shone from his eyes, and he licked his lips. "Since you've come to me on your own, don't blame me for not being polite." With these words, he extended his hand, claws outstretched, toward Qin Xiaoyu's shoulder. "Ah!!" Qin Xiaoyu let out a piercing scream, her aura surging like a rainbow, her black hair cascading like a waterfall. From her small frame radiated a terrifying murderous intent, her merciless glare emotionless and sharp, making Chen Wu feel as if he were plummeting into an icy abyss. With a single delicate hand, she struck out, and in the void, a Law Palm Imprint condensed. "Boom!" With just one palm, just one, Chen Wu was sent flying backward, crashing heavily in front of the gate of Thunderous Holy Land. This spectacle was witnessed by numerous disciples who had rushed to the scene, and they cried out in shock. "What? How is this possible?" "Elder Chen is already a strong practitioner of the Dao Palace Realm, while this young girl is only at the Ninth Layer Realm of Spirit Martial. How could she send Elder Chen flying with a single palm strike?" The disciples were stunned, while two female disciples, swaying their bodies coyly, helped Chen Wu to his feet, their voices dripping with seduction: "Elder Chen, are you alright?" Meanwhile, Qin Xiaoyu pressed forward again, aiming another palm strike at Chen Wu. "Everyone, attack together! Seize these two wretches. I only want the older one for myself; whoever catches the younger one can have her!" Chen Wu shouted loudly upon seeing this. At his words, the eyes of the disciples of Thunderous Holy Land lit up. Even though Qin Xiaoyu was young and appeared innocent, it was still clear that she would grow up to be a beauty. Hearing Elder Chen's words, the disciples clamored and surged toward Qin Xiaoyu.