Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

A burly man, walking with great vigor, appeared before everyone's eyes.

He was tall and strong, and his steps were heavy and powerful, and every step seemed to make the ground tremble slightly. His heroic momentum was like a gust of wind sweeping over, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Zhao Chenyang introduced him to Wang Qiye. "This is Hong Weiqing, the most proud grandson of the leader of the local sect Four Fists Sect. The one behind him is his sister Hong Xiuying."

This burly man was very arrogant. After entering the pavilion, he bowed to everyone and sat down opposite Wang Qiye and his group's table without caring whether anyone responded or not.

There was an arrogant look on his rough face, as if no one around him was worthy of his attention.

Soon, there was another shout from outside. "Prince Liu said."

"The real boss is here." Zhao Chenyang signaled to Wang Qiye.

A hint of nervousness and anticipation flashed in his eyes, and his body unconsciously looked towards the backyard door.

A noble young man dressed in jewels and jade and a beautiful woman dressed in gorgeous clothes appeared in front of everyone at the same time.

Their figures seemed to have walked out of a painting, with a brilliance that could not be ignored.

"Why is she back?" Zhao Chenyang secretly groaned in his heart.

His expression suddenly turned a little ugly, and his eyes were full of helplessness and worry.

The person who came was none other than Liu Yiwei's sister, Liu Jinyu.

The little princess's white dress was whiter than snow, her jet-black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she wore a simple and elegant hairpin on her head, which added a touch of elegance and refinement to her temperament.

Her figure was graceful and elegant, her waist was slender, as if it could not be grasped, but it contained a flexible strength. Her legs were straight and slender, her feet were full of air, and her dress fit tightly on her body, outlining her exquisite curves.

Her beautiful buttocks were round and perfect, trembling slightly as she walked, which made people imagine a lot. Every step was like a light dance step, full of temptation and charm.

That beautiful face, like a blooming spring flower and a bright autumn moon, coupled with her proud figure, is enough to attract the attention of any man.

Her eyes are as bright as stars, and her radiance is so dazzling that one cannot help but be drawn to them.

This woman is not only known as one of the four great beauties in Rencong Domain, but she is also incredibly talented. At a young age, she has already made a great name for herself in Qiyi Academy.

Among the four academies for nourishing the body and mind, Qiyi Academy emphasizes self-cultivation through skills and ranks first among the four academies.

The monks who came out of this academy, no matter how deep their cultivation was, were the most murderous.

She is indeed very capable, so she hates her brother the most for hanging out with these playboys all day long.

Whenever she was in a bad mood, she would take it out on them. Everyone in this small circle had been punished by her, so everyone was a little afraid of her.

Thinking of the scene where they were taught a lesson by her, everyone couldn't help but shudder, their hearts filled with awe and fear.

"Greetings to the Crown Prince and the Princess." Everyone stood up and saluted. Their voices were uniform and respectful, and they bowed slightly to show their respect.

"No need to be polite, we are all family, sit wherever you want." Liu Yiwei smiled and sat at the top. His smile was as warm as the spring breeze, and his tone was friendly and easy-going, making people feel relaxed.

Liu Jinyu sat next to him, and everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that she was in a good mood today.

It was as if a huge rock in my heart had temporarily fallen to the ground, and my originally tense nerves relaxed a little.

But it is precisely because of her presence that some of the projects tonight may not be able to be performed. Although everyone felt regretful, they did not dare to show it and could only regret it in their hearts.

The attendants began to bring plates of spiritual birds and fine wine, and soon filled the five tables. The dazzling array of dishes exuded an alluring aroma, and the mellow fragrance of the wine filled the air, intoxicating.

Wang Qiye took a quick look and saw that each table cost no less than 500 spirit stones, which was indeed worthy of their status. He was secretly amazed in his heart that only the children of the rich and powerful could afford such a luxurious occasion.

Among this small group, those in the court included the Wang family, those in the military included the Hong family, and those in the business included the Zhao family and the Dou family.

Wang Qiye also secretly admired Liu Yiwei. Although these young people were spoiled, their genes still allowed them to selectively move towards the side that was most beneficial to them.

As the saying goes, red flowers need green leaves to set them off, and the waterside pavilion is bustling with people toasting each other.

An open-air venue outside the water pavilion was also filled with fine wine and delicious food, but all of them together were only worth 1 spirit stone.

A dozen talented men and beautiful women were reciting poems and composing couplets here. They were all ordinary people without any background. From time to time, they looked into the waterside pavilion with their eyes full of expectation and desire.

They hope that the people in the pavilion will appreciate their talent and be called in to enjoy a glass of wine.

As for the beauty, if she could win the favor of someone in the water pavilion, she would be able to ascend to heaven in one step and become a phoenix by flying onto the tree branch.

The open-air venue is elegant, but the waterside pavilion is another world.

"My brother has only been following them around for the past few years, but he hasn't made any progress at the fifth level of foundation building. He has been led astray by them."

Halfway through the drinking, Liu Jinyu saw that these people were getting happier and happier as they drank, and gradually became dissatisfied.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, and there was anger in her eyes, but that coquettish look was quite charming.

Everyone's heart skipped a beat. "Princess, please don't wrongly accuse a good person. Who knows who might be the bad guy."

Of course, no one dared to say this. They could only secretly complain in their hearts, but they had to smile on their faces, for fear of making the princess even more unhappy.

Liu Yiwei could only laugh dryly. "Wang Hongliang, didn't you see that my sister is a little bored after eating? What about the program you arranged?"

Wang Hongliang was so confused that he didn't dare to go on the show. He might be beaten up by this little princess right after his performance.

At this moment, his forehead was covered with sweat, and his heart was in turmoil, not knowing what to do.

Zhao Linger showed a sinister smile. "How about letting my guard fight with the guards present here?"

Wang Hongliang, who was sweating profusely from anxiety and had no attention, suddenly brightened up and gave Zhao Linger a grateful smile. "This is great. Whoever wins will be rewarded with 100 spiritual stones as a prize today."

Liu Jinyu glanced at Wang Qiye casually, with a look of disdain on her face. "Sister Ling'er, your guard is only at the foundation-building stage. What's so interesting? Why not let two third-level cultivators take the field? Maybe the fight will be more exciting."

Hong Weiqing also looked at Liu Jinyu in a flattering manner. "Li Weixing is the best Jindan-stage cultivator of this generation of the Four Fists Sect. He can play."

Zhao Linger had disliked Hong Weiqing for a long time. If he wasn't a Nascent Soul cultivator, she would have turned against him long ago.

She snorted coldly.

"Don't be fooled by my guard's sinister disguise. This Taoist priest from Lingxi Valley is quite capable."

When everyone heard the word Lingxi Valley, they immediately became excited again. This time, they looked at Wang Qiye with extra seriousness, as if they could strip him naked.

Those gazes were like burning flames, full of curiosity and exploration.

Wang Qiye was really depressed. He was shot even when he was lying down. He was having a good meal, but Zhao Ling'er still made trouble for him.

He secretly complained in his heart, but there was nothing he could do.

He was now eating this bowl of rice from the Zhao family, and it was difficult for him to refuse. He could only pretend that he didn't hear or see it, and took a bite of the poultry leg in his hand.

The way he chewed with big mouthfuls seemed as if he was trying to use food to dispel the boredom in his heart.

"Since he is a disciple of Lingxi Valley, it can only be Ding Lingxun. Go and fight him for a few moves."

Wang Hongliang was quite expectant, and gave instructions to the guard behind him. His eyes were gleaming with excitement, as if he couldn't wait to see this exciting duel.

"Yes."

Ding Lingxun responded and flew out of the pavilion, standing in the middle of the lake.

His movements were quick and decisive, his figure was as light as a swallow, and he landed steadily on the lake, splashing tiny ripples.

Wang Qiye dropped the bird leg in his hand and gave Zhao Linger a helpless look, but what he saw was her gloating face, which made him even more depressed.

He also turned into a beam of light and flew into the center of the lake. A breeze blew up the corners of his clothes, and under the moonlight, his figure looked lonely and determined.

"I am Ding Lingxun from Feiyun Sect, thank you for your guidance." The cultivator opposite bowed.

He stood tall and straight with a serious look on his face. He looked at Wang Qiye firmly with his eyes, and his whole body exuded a fierce aura.

"Master Du Ya of Lingxi Valley, please let your horses come over here." Wang Qiye returned the salute.

His voice was steady and powerful, his face was calm, and he looked at Ding Lingxun calmly. He exuded a calm and composed aura.

After the two of them finished their ceremony, Ding Lingxun of Feiyun Sect summoned a flying sword and held it horizontally in front of him.

The flying sword flashed with a cold light, and a trace of spiritual energy lingered around the sword body, as if it could transform into a stream of light and shoot out at any time.

A long knife popped out from behind Wang Qiye and landed in his hand.

The handle of the long sword was inlaid with gold and jade, and the blade shone with a cold luster, exuding a compelling aura.

Wang Qiye's heart rang with a voice. "Fellow Daoist Raven, I hope you can show mercy. Let's just have a show."

He immediately understood that Ding Lingxun from Feiyun Sect seemed to be a veteran who knew the thoughts of these young masters and young ladies very well.

Since he said so, Wang Qiye knew how to fight next. After all, the talisman performance was developed by him.

The corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile, and he also sent a message in his mind. "Thank you, fellow Daoist Ding. The last 100 spirit stones will be split in half between the two of us."

This voice was full of expectation and tacit understanding, as if the two had reached some kind of unspeakable agreement.