My Silly, Sweet Wife

Chapter 1474: Chapter 1387: Red Wolf Army

Many young disciples were not very familiar with the Meishan Ancestor and started whispering to each other.

"Who is the Meishan Ancestor, and why does it feel like the people from those sects are so apprehensive of him?"

"You actually don’t know who the Meishan Ancestor is?" An elder’s eyes flashed with a hint of dread: "The Meishan Sect resides in the northwestern frontier on Meishan, where every sect leader is called the Meishan Ancestor. It’s said that the Meishan Sect has existed for a thousand years, and the cultivation technique they practice is extremely peculiar, allowing them to revert to a youthful appearance. This generation’s Meishan Ancestor is supposedly over one hundred and fifty years old, yet look at him, he appears no older than his fifties."

"What? Over one hundred and fifty years old? Could that possibly be true?"

"It likely isn’t wrong. Moreover, as one’s cultivation level rises, this skill becomes even stronger. Now that the Meishan Ancestor has reached the Golden Core Realm, such abilities to regain youth have truly reached their peak. If he breaks through the Golden Core Realm and enters the Nascent Soul Realm, he might even appear as a mere teenager."

"Ah? In this world, such a miraculous cultivation technique exists? Then, what if one breaks through the Nascent Soul Realm?"

"That’s beyond knowledge. Forget about Nascent Soul Experts, we’ve never even had the chance to meet Golden Core Experts. Now that the Meishan Ancestor is a Golden Core expert, it seems we’re in trouble this time."

The people of Wan Jian Villa showed worried expressions.

Truth be told, fearing what’s feared has come.

A Golden Core expert, although only one tier above the Foundation Establishment Realm.

But the disparity in strength is vast.

It’s no exaggeration to say that a Golden Core expert dealing with a Foundation Establishment expert is like slaughtering chickens or dogs.

Hearing the discussions, the people of the Meishan Sect all raised their heads proudly.

Feng Jiuling looked grim.

"Meishan Ancestor, Mr. Ye has done great service to our Wan Jian Villa; we truly cannot hand him over." Seeing no retreat path, should it truly come to blows, Wan Jian Villa would indeed be doomed.

But this time, Ye Guichen was in seclusion, and no one could save Wan Jian Villa anymore.

There was no choice but to suffer financial loss as a means to avert misfortune.

Feng Jiuling gritted his teeth, seemingly making a huge decision, continuing, "Ancestor, will you consider this: I offer the Spirit Grass, elixirs, and Spirit Stones of Wan Jian Villa among everyone as compensation, what do you think?"

"What? Master Feng, what do you mean by this?"

"Exactly, are you trying to dismiss us with the wealth of your Wan Jian Villa, all for some remnants of the Yin Ghost Sect?"

"Heh heh, do you take us for beggars?"

"Outrageous! We’re here to hunt the remnants of the Yin Ghost Sect; are you treating us as beggars?"

"Feng Jiuling, I suspect you’ve been bewitched by that boy, or perhaps you’ve already slain him and secured the treasure, and are now just offering us a fraction to appease us?"

"Indeed, certainly so, huh, who would’ve thought that your Wan Jian Villa wished to hog it all!"

The Meishan Ancestor sneered, "Master Feng, I address you as Master solely out of respect for Feng Qiansui of your Wan Jian Villa, intending not to make things difficult for you. But what, are you giving face yet refusing it?"

"Heh heh, in earlier years, I knew Feng Qiansui, but now that old thing has been missing for many years, likely having turned to dust long ago. I offer him a face, but what are you, Feng Jiuling? You dare negotiate with me?"

"If that’s the case, then don’t blame me for being discourteous!"

The aura of the Meishan Ancestor suddenly surged as he lifted a palm, striking directly at the plaque behind Feng Jiuling inscribed with Wan Jian Villa.

Crack!

Alongside a crisp sound.

The plaque shattered instantly into fragments.

Feng Jiuling hadn’t anticipated that the Meishan Ancestor would act the moment he spoke, his eyes halted, and he became agitated, "Meishan Ancestor, don’t push me too far!"

That plaque was the pride of Wan Jian Villa.

It had existed since the establishment of Wan Jian Villa.

For several hundred years, no one could so much as budge it.

But now, it was smashed by the Meishan Ancestor.

This was simply a humiliation to Wan Jian Villa.

No!

Not merely a humiliation, but stamping Wan Jian Villa underfoot, trampling it thoroughly.

After this incident, fearing Wan Jian Villa would cease to exist.

"Meishan Ancestor, you’re going too far!" All the people of Wan Jian Villa drew their swords one after another.

Especially Feng Jiuling, who initially intended to turn big issues into small, small issues into none, if suffering financial loss could avert the disaster, that would have been acceptable.

But now, they had no such intention at all.

They outright wanted to destroy Wan Jian Villa.

"Clang!"

Feng Jiuling also drew his sword, desperately suppressing the turmoil inside, pointing it at the Meishan Ancestor, bellowing, "Meishan Ancestor, we’ve had no grievances in the past nor hatred recently. You shattering the plaque of our Wan Jian Villa is a disgrace to our ancestors, you’ve gone too far!"

"Haha, haha, I’ve gone too far? Fine, since that’s the case, let me show you how far I’ve gone!

The Meishan Ancestor laughed arrogantly, and with a palm strike.

Feng Jiuling hastily responded.

But how could he possibly cope?

With a single palm strike, Feng Jiuling, along with his sword, flew out directly.

Yet another mouthful of old blood spewed out.

Pitiful was a dignified villa master, consecutively beaten to spitting blood.

Feng Jiuling only lamented his inadequate cultivation, incapable of even the slightest counterattack.

Meishan Ancestor completely ignored Feng Jiuling and waved his hand: "Go in and find the person. If anyone dares to stop you, kill without mercy!"

"Alright!"

"Alright!"

"Alright!"

Upon hearing Meishan Ancestor’s words, the thousands of sect members shouted in unison and rushed towards Wan Jian Villa.

The people of Wan Jian Villa were filled with anger but were still determined to fight them to the death.

Just at this moment, the ground started shaking, as if a large force was rapidly approaching.

Meishan Ancestor frowned, seemingly sensing something, and turned to look behind him.

At this glance, Meishan Ancestor’s expression became bizarre.

In the distance, a cloud of dust was rising, and it seemed that at least several thousand people were rushing this way.

With Meishan Ancestor’s keen eyesight, he quickly saw that there were at least a thousand wolves ahead.

These wolves were larger than normal, and each wolf carried a rider on its back.

Most notably, the wolves were wearing armor.

"Red Wolf Army?"

Meishan Ancestor’s face changed.

He quickly recognized that these were the Red Wolf Army of the Daqian Dynasty.

It is said that the Daqian Dynasty has an army that specializes in training beasts as mounts, and the Red Wolf Army is just one unit, totaling around ten thousand strong.

However, their combat strength is exceedingly high, as it is said that anyone who joins the Red Wolf Army must have cultivation above the fifth level of Qi Refinement.

Qi Refinement’s fifth level may be nothing in the eyes of an expert like Meishan Ancestor, but the fact that every member of the Red Wolf Army is above this level changes the entire concept.

It’s like even a ferocious tiger may be bitten to death if it is entangled by a pack of wolves.

For this reason, although there are not many experts in the Daqian Dynasty, not even close to the major sects, its army still makes the sects wary.

Moreover, Meishan Ancestor noticed that behind the Red Wolf Army were roughly another few thousand people.

They moved swiftly, all heading towards Wan Jian Villa.

"Why has the Daqian Dynasty’s army come here?" Meishan Ancestor pondered many thoughts but could not come up with an answer.

The originally tense and imminent battle scene was quickly attracted by the approaching noise.

Everyone turned to look into the distance.

Soon, most people saw the appearance of the Red Wolf Army clearly.

"What’s going on? Why has the Red Wolf Army of the Daqian Dynasty come?"

"Could it be that Wan Jian Villa colluded with the Daqian Dynasty, seeking help from Qin Cangqiong?"

"This can’t be right? Wan Jian Villa is just a small sect and has no connection with the Daqian Dynasty, and even if they were connected, it wouldn’t warrant deploying the Red Wolf Army, would it?"

"Indeed, to my knowledge, the Red Wolf Army is the Daqian Dynasty’s treasure and rarely deployed."

As they spoke, a figure rushed ahead of the Red Wolf Army, leading the way towards Wan Jian Villa.

In almost the blink of an eye, the person passed through the crowd and arrived outside Wan Jian Villa.

He was sturdy and powerful, carrying a sword on his back, with white beard and hair, appearing imposing.

Glancing at the now empty place where the plaque used to be, the old man’s face sank, and he turned to Feng Jiuling: "You rebellious son, as the master of the villa, how have you managed your household? You’ve even disgraced your ancestors!"

The person exuded an aggressive aura, filled with rage.

Feng Jiuling was stunned, looking up and focusing on the old man, his pupils contracting in disbelief: "You, you are Master Feng Qiansui?"

"What? Feng Qiansui?"

"The sect leader from two generations ago?"

"How is this possible? Wasn’t it said that Feng Qiansui is dead? How could he suddenly appear?"

"Is it a fake?"

The crowd broke into an uproar.

Even Meishan Ancestor was surprised as he glanced at Feng Qiansui.

At this sight, Meishan Ancestor’s eyes widened, and he exclaimed: "Are you really Feng Qiansui?"

Feng Qiansui finally looked at Meishan Ancestor, seemingly not recognizing him: "Who are you?"

"I am Huang Mei," Meishan Ancestor replied proudly, "now I’ve formed a Golden Core."

"Huang Mei?" Feng Qiansui was startled, clearly surprised.

Immediately, a look of realization appeared on his face: "No wonder I didn’t recognize you. You’ve formed a Golden Core; it seems your Meishan Sect is cultivating younger by the day. Haha, if you truly reach the Nascent Soul or higher realm, would you return to the womb?"

Upon hearing this, the surroundings erupted in laughter.

Everyone knows that the Nascent Soul Realm is not about becoming infant-like, but the comparison seemed highly sarcastic given Meishan Ancestor’s cultivation technique.

Feng Jiuling, disregarding his injuries, excitedly fell to his knees before Feng Qiansui: "Old Master, I never imagined you were still alive! It’s truly wonderful!"

With snot and tears, he nearly hugged Feng Jiuling’s leg and cried.

Feng Qiansui snorted coldly and said sternly: "What exactly is going on!"