Chapter 113: The Celestial Gate Closes, the Immortal Path Severs, No Immortals Remain in the World!

With a single roar, Jiang Yu unleashed his formidable true energy, sounding like a mighty thunderclap.

Qin Fenggu, standing at the forefront, bore the full brunt of it; his brain nearly rattled loose, as if a heavy hammer had struck his heart. In an instant, blood surged backward through his body, and every hair on his skin stood on end.

Not only him, but even Wang Donglai turned pale, swaying slightly. Fortunately, he managed to summon his inner strength to its peak just in time, barely maintaining his ground.

Qin Fenggu sneered with rage, “Very well. I hope you won’t regret tonight’s decision in the future.”

With a flourish of his sleeve, he turned and left, a group trailing behind him sheepishly, none daring to speak. Though anger simmered within them, recalling Jiang Yu’s ruthless methods in slaying the two flood dragons sent chills down their spines.

Chen Chuwan and her brother exchanged bitter smiles. Tonight, Jiang Yu had truly offended three major hidden clans. Especially the Qin family—those familiar with them knew this clan’s narrow-mindedness; they never let grievances go unpunished.

In the past, the great clans of China were largely left unchecked as long as they did not disrupt social customs. Moreover, these secluded clans were incredibly wealthy, with legacies spanning centuries—rich enough to rival nations.

In the late Qing dynasty, these worldly hidden clans controlled the era. At their peak, they could influence the entire realm. The revolutionary wave of 1911 was also largely orchestrated by these clans.

During the Republican era, with warlords vying for power, the greatest financiers behind them were these secretive clans. Almost every powerful family was backed by a vast clan influence.

However, with dynastic changes and various factors, these formidable worldly powers were greatly suppressed. Fearing a repeat of the late Qing turmoil, they were gradually weakened, forcing all hidden clans to retreat quietly to their own small territories.

Chen Chuwan once read a rumor in her ancestral hometown that the earth immortals of those clans had been jointly exterminated by the secret sects of China.

Without earth immortals, a clan is like a tiger without teeth.

Twelve years ago, the Qin family’s actions changed the entire nation’s view of these hidden clans. That year, in Beijing, a prominent family’s young master offended a member of the Qin clan—simply youthful jealousy over a famous actress.

Because that young master dared slap a Qin heir, the Qin family dispatched three master-level cultivators and a semi-expert, traveling thousands of miles overnight to the capital, ruthlessly wiping out that family.

China was outraged. The secret sects mobilized, killing two masters and six experts in total. Since then, the sects issued a ban: any expert from these hidden clans discovered must be slain on sight.

As a core member of the Chen family, Chen Chuwan knew these secrets better than anyone.

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