My whole clan is a master, I have become invincible by investing in my clan members

Ye Feng frowned, "Wanquan City... I've never heard of this name..."

Yuntian stood aside, his eyes flickering, as if he had thought of something, but hesitated and did not speak.

Ye Feng glanced at him and said, "Brother Yun, you..."

Yuntian shook his head. "I have some guesses, but I'm not sure yet. Let's go a little further in and see."

Ye Feng nodded slightly and walked towards the city gate first.

Seeing this, Yuntian followed closely.

As soon as you step into the city gate, the first thing that catches your eye is a stone tablet.

The words originally engraved on it have long been worn away by wind and sand and become blurred, but a few words can still be vaguely recognized.

Yuntian walked forward, slowly stretched out his hand, and traced the blurred words on the stone tablet with his fingertips. His brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and he murmured softly: "In the Human Emperor calendar...year...melee...death..."

With every word he read, his expression became more solemn.

Ye Feng had a look of astonishment on his face: "Wait! This stone tablet actually mentions the Human Emperor?!"

After saying this, he looked around and speculated, "Could it be that this Wanquan City is an ancient city from the Human Emperor's era? Was it trapped in this space due to some irresistible force or a catastrophic event, and has been preserved until now?"

At this time, Yuntian's voice came: "It seems that my previous prediction is correct. This place... should be the Wanquan City that I remembered."

Ye Feng looked surprised, "Brother Yun, what do you know?"

Yuntian withdrew his hand, slowly turned around and looked at the empty and quiet street.

"Brother Ye, do you know Zhuge Zi?"

Upon hearing this, Ye Feng immediately nodded and said, "Of course I have heard of it."

"It is said that Zhuge Zi was the third literary saint during the Human Emperor era. Not only was he highly accomplished, he also founded the Hundred Saints Academy, which has survived to this day."

"However, this is all I know about this senior."

"Brother Yun suddenly mentioned him, is it related to Wanquan City?"

Yun Tian sighed and said slowly, "Brother Ye, you also know that my Liuhuo Sect has a long heritage. The founder of the sect was a great saint. Therefore, many ancient books are preserved in the sect."

"Coincidentally, I have had the opportunity to read some records about Zhuge Zi."

"After the death of the Human Emperor, the Five Realms were in turmoil. Many powerful individuals, driven by their own selfish desires, launched endless slaughter, causing great suffering and devastation to the people. It was a period of history so dark it was suffocating..."

Ye Feng remained silent, waiting for the other party to continue.

"In that chaos, Senior Zhugezi tried to prevent the disaster with his own strength."

"He founded the Baisheng Academy to pass on the teachings of literature and Taoism, attempting to influence the world with Confucian and Taoist ideas and quell the war."

"However, the world is so vast and the chaos is so deep, how can it be reversed by the power of one person?"

"Even though Senior Zhuge Zi possesses extraordinary talent, he is still insignificant in the face of the dark torrent."

"After years of fruitless efforts, this senior perhaps grew disheartened, or perhaps tired of this endless struggle. So, after handing the Hundred Saints Academy over to his disciples, he returned to his hometown, exhausted."

"Since then, he has never set foot in this world again."

"And his hometown is called—Wanquan City!"

Ye Feng stood in place, his fists slightly clenched, a hint of shock in his pupils.

"Brother Yun...you mean, this is most likely the place where Senior Zhuge Zi passed away?"

Yun Tian took out his folding fan and said in a deep voice, "Based on the current clues, this is indeed very likely the place where Senior Zhuge Zi passed away. And this independent space was probably set up by him personally."

Ye Feng's eyes lit up, "So, maybe there's still something of Senior Zhuge Zi's legacy left in this city?!"

You know, that is the inheritance of the literary saint from the Human Emperor period!

If the news gets out, who knows how many people will go crazy!

Yuntian nodded slightly, "Yes, that is indeed a possibility."

"If you want to understand all this, perhaps the answer... is just ahead."

Ye Feng took a deep breath and looked into the depths of the city with burning eyes, "Then let's find out what's going on!"

Then, the two of them no longer hesitated and walked towards the depths of the city.

Soon after.

They arrived at the center of the city and were deeply attracted by the scene before them.

There, two statues stood proudly.

The statue on the left holds a scroll, looking elegant and calm.

The statue on the right is tall and imposing, which makes people feel awe.

However, the faces of these two statues seem to have become blurred due to the erosion of time.

And at the feet of the two statues.

A golden skeleton was sitting there.

The skeleton exuded a faint golden glow, as if it was made of gold, and exuded a faint aura of majesty.

However, the most eye-catching thing is between the skeleton's palms.

There, there was an ancient seal.

The seal was dark gold in color, with mysterious runes carved on the edges, and it was obviously no ordinary object.

At this moment, Ye Feng glanced at the statue holding a scroll on the left and said to Yun Tian, ​​"Brother Yun, this statue should be of Senior Zhuge Zi, right?"

After saying this, he couldn't help but wonder in his heart who the statue on the right was.

How can a dead object still make my heart tremble?

If this were a living person, what kind of terrifying and unparalleled cultivation level would he possess?

Just thinking about it is scary enough.

Unexpectedly, Yuntian did not respond.

His eyes were always fixed on the golden skull, or to be more precise, on the seal held between its hands.

Seeing this, Ye Feng asked softly, "Brother Yun, that seal... can you tell where it came from?"

Yuntian came back to his senses, narrowed his eyes, and slowly uttered three words: "Hundred Saint Seal."

"Hundred Saints Seal? What is this?" Ye Feng scratched his head, obviously confused.

Yuntian put away his reflection and patiently explained, "The Hundred Saints Seal is Senior Zhugezi's life-saving magic weapon, and its grade is as high as the Saint Rank!"

"According to records, this seal contains the wise sayings of literary sages throughout the ages. Every rune and every mark is filled with righteousness, representing the pinnacle of literature..."

Ye Feng took a deep breath, "The most precious treasure of literature and art? A holy-grade one?"

He looked at the golden skull, his eyes filled with shock. "If this is Senior Zhugezi's life-saving magic weapon, then this skull... could it be him?"

Yuntian narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze moving back and forth between the golden skull and the Hundred Saints Seal, "Very likely."

"But why..." Ye Feng's voice trembled a little, "Why did such a great literary saint die here? And even left his life-saving magic weapon in his hands?"

Yuntian shook his head and said casually, "It's been so many years. Who knows what happened back then?"

Ye Feng looked at the golden skeleton in silence for a while.

He immediately turned around and said to Yuntian, "Brother Yun, although there are many suspicious points here, we can't just stand here. If this skeleton is really Senior Zhugezi, then the clue to leaving this place may be on his bones."

Yuntian was silent for a moment, then nodded slowly, "Brother Ye, be careful."

Ye Feng took a deep breath and slowly stepped forward.

Every step seemed extremely heavy, as if he was carrying a heavy burden.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The moment he stepped within three steps——

boom--!

The earth suddenly shook violently, as if a sleeping giant beast suddenly woke up, yellow sand flew into the sky, and a storm raged!

Ye Feng and Yun Tian's expressions suddenly changed, and their bodies instinctively stabilized, but cracks appeared on the ground beneath their feet.

"what happened?!"

Yuntian exclaimed and suddenly opened his folding fan to protect the two of them.

Ye Feng's face was pale, his eyes fixed on the golden skeleton.

The Hundred Saints Seal on the skeleton's palm began to tremble violently.

Strands of righteous energy surged out from the seal, as if trying to break free from its restraints and break through the sky!

at the same time--

outside world.

The sky suddenly changed color and a strong wind swept across the earth.

The originally peaceful sky was torn apart by a powerful force.

The space distorted, and the shadow of a huge city slowly emerged, like a mirage!

Such a strange phenomenon instantly detonated the entire five domains!

..........

A holy place in the Central Region.

The three Saint Kings in Taoist robes all raised their heads, their gazes penetrating through the layers of clouds and mist, looking at the phantom of the city floating high in the sky.

An old man with white hair and a youthful face spoke in a trembling voice, his face filled with horror: "This ancient aura, another ruin from the Human Emperor era has appeared in the world!"

The other middle-aged man's eyes were sharp, and his expression was extremely solemn. "The aura of the Confucianism is so strong, it must be related to a certain literary saint from the Human Emperor period. I wonder which of the literary saints, Han Mingzi, Gongyangzi, or Zhugezi, left this message."

The third Sage King slowly exhaled and spoke in a deep voice, "No matter what, this ancient city from the Human Emperor era must be hiding unimaginable opportunities! Send the order, gather the disciples, and prepare to seize this opportunity!"

..........

Central Region, Baisheng Academy.

Several powerful auras burst out from the depths one after another.

An old man with white hair and beard walked out of the grave and looked into the distance.

His eyes flickered, as if he saw the shadow of Wanquan City, and his expression was shocked.

"Wanquan City! This is actually the Wanquan City where the founder Zhugezi lived in seclusion!"

"Hahaha, my literary virtues shouldn't be extinct!"

The old man was crying and laughing wildly at the same time.

He immediately turned around and looked at the students who came to greet him.

"Quickly mobilize the forces and bring back the ancestor's legacy!"

As soon as the words fell, the white-haired students bowed their heads and said, "We obey the orders of the old dean!"

..........

In the Central Region, on a high mountain.

Ji Mingkong seemed to notice something and suddenly looked up at the sky.

Soon, the shadow of the magnificent city was reflected in her mysterious double pupils.

"The aura of a great sage, and such a strong aura of literature and Taoism, could it be Uncle Han Mingzi?"

"No, although the aura is similar, the essence is far superior to Uncle Han Mingzi, and it is more pure and powerful."

"Also, it's a bit strange. It seems that it doesn't come from one person, but carries the inherited will of countless powerful masters of literature and Taoism."

Ji Mingkong frowned slightly, with a faint smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

"Interesting, it seems this commotion is not simple..."

"It's a pity that Jiang Yi is currently participating in the competition at Cangwu Mountain. Otherwise, he could have gone and tried his luck. What a pity..."

..........

The top of Cangwu Mountain.

The crowd gathered under the seven huge scoring stone tablets.

All the clan members watched through the light curtain, watching the family prodigies display their skills, which often drew cheers.

In the crowd, Jiang Xuanji was holding his son, Xiao Jiang Yi, and looking intently at Jiang Ming's figure on the light screen.

Beside him, Bai Bingyun leaned lightly on his shoulder, her eyes soft and gentle.

But at this moment, little Jiang Yi, who had been very quiet, suddenly burst into tears without any warning.

The crying was so loud that Jiang Xuanji was stunned.

He quickly picked up little Jiang Yi and coaxed him softly, "Be good, don't cry, don't cry, Daddy is here."

Bai Bingyun immediately took the child and comforted him softly, "Be good, Yi'er, mother is here."

But the strange thing was that no matter how much he was coaxed, little Jiang Yi's crying did not stop at all, but became louder and louder.

At this time, relying on the fortune of Cang Ling country, Jiang Xuanji seemed to have noticed it.

He immediately raised his head and looked towards the sky. His eyes fixed on the sky and he said in a low voice, "Is this... the aura of Wen Dao?"

He subconsciously lowered his head and looked at his son's forehead.

The light golden rune mark on Jiang Yi's forehead became brighter and brighter, as if responding to the breath of literature and Taoism.

"Xuan Ji, what's going on with Yi'er?" Bai Bingyun was a little anxious.

Jiang Xuanji did not speak, but looked at the patriarch.

He believed that if even he could detect the abnormality, he would naturally not be able to hide it from the other party.

And the facts are not surprising.

Jiang Daoxuan raised his head slightly, his eyes flashing, as deep as the sea, as if he could see through the long river of time and look directly at the shadow of the city above the sky.

"Wanquan City... is truly a place worth remembering. I never expected that the might of time could not completely erase you. Instead, due to some special reasons, you have been preserved..."

With his profound understanding of the way of destiny, he knew the whole story in just a moment.

Then, he withdrew his gaze and looked at little Jiang Yi below.

Before his father Jiang Xuanji could speak, he raised his hand slightly.

In an instant, an invisible force emanated from the palm of his hand, instantly isolating the aura around Xiao Jiang Yi.

Soon, little Jiang Yi stopped crying.

He closed his eyes, his breathing gradually calmed down, and he fell into a peaceful sleep again.

Seeing this, Jiang Xuanji instantly breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, Jiang Daoxuan's voice rang out from beside his ear: "Xuan Ji, you don't need to worry."

"Yi'er was born with a connection to the Way of Literature, and his senses far surpass those of ordinary people. It's only now that the Way of Literature has appeared in the world that he has resonated with it. Furthermore, the child is still young and lacks sufficient cognition. He was frightened, which is why he keeps crying."

"Now, I have taken action to isolate it from the resonance, you just need to rest assured..."

Jiang Xuanji suddenly understood and said, "Thank you, clan leader."

Jiang Daoxuan nodded.

He immediately took out the Cangwu Order and prepared to notify Jiang Beixuan to go to Wanquan City to check the situation.

After all, because of the Seven Clans Competition, most of the clansmen have returned to Cangwu Mountain.

Nowadays, there are very few tribesmen left outside, and even fewer who are qualified to compete for this opportunity.

Among the Ten Heroes of Cangwu, he is the only one who did not participate in the competition.

Jiang Beixuan is undoubtedly the best candidate to seize the inheritance of the Sage of Literature.