Everyone: "Down with Father!"
Ji Kunpeng: "Oppose oppression!"
Ji Kunpeng: "I want freedom!"
The crowd’s sentiment was furious. Each one screamed their lungs out. Even six-year-old Ji Xiaoxiao was swept up in the emotion, raising his tender arms and piping up in a childlike voice, "Down with Father... I want freedom..."
Watching the situation unfold so smoothly, Ji Kunpeng’s heart soared with ambition.
Finally! After eight hundred years, I’ve finally reached this day! This is my moment, my glorious time to shine! The dark, sunless era of Ji Yan’s rule is gone, never to return!
However, just at that moment...
A clap of thunder exploded in the sky as the void was torn asunder. A figure slowly emerged, looking down at the scene below with an expressionless face. He was wreathed in lightning, his body suffused with a divine might, as if he were an unrivaled deity possessing the power to suppress everything in the world.
It was none other than Ji Yan.
Upon seeing their father appear, the unified chanting instantly died down. A deep-seated reverence filled everyone’s eyes. They shrank back and bowed their heads.
The incident at Limitless City had not been widely publicized by Dragon Head Peak. The disciples from the Sanqing Immortal Sect who had been mobilized at the time were all True and Chief Disciples who had been training in the vicinity of Limitless City. None of them were from the Thunder Sect.
Thus, the vast majority of people in the Sanqing Immortal Sect had no idea that Ji Yan had already returned. What’s more, he had returned as an expert of the Saint Manifestation Realm.
Ji Kunpeng was also stunned. He had never expected his father, who had been missing for so long, to return at this exact moment. He reflexively felt a pang of fear, but he quickly composed himself. This was not the first time he had plotted to overthrow his father.
His father had been stuck at the Ninth Heaven of the Emergence Stage for many years. And he, as an expert at the Seventh Heaven of the Emergence Stage, was confident that in a real fight, his father would not necessarily be his match, despite his slightly lower realm.
After all, I’m still young, and he’s already old.
So, he did not back down. Instead, he boldly addressed Ji Yan, "Father, my brothers and I have discussed it. You’re no longer fit to be the Chief of the Thunder Sect. It’s time for you to retire... The Thunder Sect should be handed over to us, the younger generation!"
Ji Yan looked at his eldest son and scoffed, "On what authority?"
Ji Kunpeng declared confidently, "Father, whether you admit it or not, you are old! I, on the other hand, am a rising star of the Thunder Sect. Rest assured, under my leadership, the Thunder Sect will achieve a glory that far surpasses its past!"
As his voice fell, a majestic and powerful aura erupted from his body, unmistakably revealing his cultivation at the peak of the Emergence Stage’s Seventh Heaven. Boundless lightning coiled around him, a veritable sea of thunder seeming to churn behind him. An aura of destruction that sent shivers down the spine emanated from his every move.
Ji Kunpeng stepped onto the air, his eyes blazing with lightning as he ascended step by step.
"Under your oppression, we lost our freedom, we lost our very selves!" he proclaimed. "Today, I will lead my brothers, step by step, step by step, step by step to the very top! I will be the Ji—"
Before Ji Kunpeng could finish his grand declaration, Ji Yan waved his hand from across the void. With a deafening crack, the high-spirited Ji Kunpeng was instantly slapped into the ground.
Ji Yan twisted his neck, looking completely bored. The next moment, he landed directly on Ji Kunpeng’s back, the terrifying might of his Saint Manifestation Realm on full display.
Everyone was aghast. Ji Kunpeng himself was completely stupefied.
What the hell! Father... when did he break through? So it’s true, you can’t beat experience! He actually had an ace up his sleeve!
Ji Yan snorted coldly, craning his neck to survey his other sons. "Who else? Come at me together!"
The grounds fell deathly silent.
With a uniform tremor, ninety-seven sons knelt in perfect unison, cupping their fists. "Father, don’t blame us! It was Big Brother who forced us!"
Only little Ji Xiaoxiao, still clueless about what was happening, was still raising his hand and shouting, "Down with Father... Mmmph!"
He was silenced as Ji Jinglei, who was beside him, clamped a hand over his mouth and forced him to his knees, kowtowing with the utmost filial piety.
Hearing this, Ji Kunpeng’s mind went blank, and he almost fainted.
These brothers! Some ’brothers’ they turned out to be! Not a shred of loyalty among them!
Looking at the kneeling sea of his sons, Ji Yan was both annoyed and amused. However, having already overcome his Heart Demon, his state of mind was now far more tolerant and magnanimous than before. He had no real intention of punishing his own sons. After all, over the years, he truly had been lacking in the fatherly love he owed these brats.
Of course, a token punishment was still in order.
Ji Yan huffed, "Don’t say I didn’t give you a chance to atone for your misdeeds. I’ll give you a mission. Whoever completes it, I’ll let bygones be bygones!"
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"Father, leave it to me! I’m your biological son, after all!"
"Nonsense, who the hell isn’t?"
Everyone’s eyes brimmed with sincerity.
Ji Yan said, "It’s quite simple... Think of a way to poach Wang Xiu for our Thunderclap Peak!"
"Wang Xiu? That piece of scum from the Divination Sect?"
Ji Yan’s brow furrowed. "You’re the scum! Your whole family is scum!"
Ji Jinglei raised his hand. "Father! I’m all for Junior Brother Wang Xiu joining our Thunder Sect! The only problem is... he’s a disciple of Spirit Turtle Peak, and he has a master... Isn’t it a bit improper for us to be poaching him ?"
Ji Yan snorted. "So what if he has a master? That madwoman Luo Binglan just collects disciples without teaching them anything useful. A fine talent like him is being wasted under her! I’ll put it plainly. Even if Luo Binglan’s ancestors suddenly bless her from beyond the grave—no, even if her grave itself explodes—I’m not afraid of her! That woman is a disgrace to the younger generation! Don’t you worry about her. Just come up with a plan for me! Even if you have to kidnap him, you will bring Wang Xiu here to be your sister’s husband!"
In the crowd, Ji Zidian couldn’t help but cup her face upon hearing this, her eyes filled with joyful surprise.
Just then, a shiver ran through Ji Yan’s entire body. He looked toward Spirit Turtle Peak, his body turning rigid as he plopped down on Ji Kunpeng’s back.
Ji Zidian tugged at his sleeve. "Father, what’s wrong?"
Ji Yan swallowed hard, feigning nonchalance. "Me? I’m fine!"
Ji Zidian gave him a strange look. "Then why did you suddenly sit down? Stand up while you talk!"
Ji Yan patted his knees. "I’m a little tired, so I’ll talk while sitting. Now, where were we?"
Ji Zidian’s face flushed, but her eyes shone with excitement. "You were talking about kidnapping Junior Brother Wang Xiu and bringing him to Thunderclap Peak to be my husband!"
Ji Yan slapped his makeshift armrest and declared righteously, "Nonsense! Kidnap him? How could I, the distinguished Chief of the Thunder Sect, stoop to such a disgraceful act? Utterly improper... This matter is not to be mentioned again! I’ll beat anyone who brings it up!"
We didn’t bring it up. Weren’t you the one who mentioned it first, Father?
「Atop Spirit Turtle Peak.」
In the small courtyard, Jiang Yourong suddenly lifted her head.
Jiang Ling’er raised her little face, puzzled. "Master, what was that commotion just now? It sounded really powerful!"
Jiang Yourong scoffed. "What’s so powerful about it? It’s nothing. Just that wretched girl rising from the dead, that’s all."
Jiang Ling’er blinked and murmured softly, "That’s nice. It would be great if you could rise from the dead too, Master."
Outside the Blessed Land Secret Realm.
Another beam of destructive light descended. Desperation filled the eyes of the Yinshi Evil King; he had reached his limit. Unable to dodge in time, he was smashed straight into the ground, his upper body completely obliterated.