Half a pot of ginger water

The good-natured Hou Yuxiao arrived in a martial arts world clearly divided between good and evil with a magical dual-colored lotus flower and became the Family Head of a small, insignificant Demon Path family in a county town, overseeing three younger brothers and a sister.

The second brother was hot-tempered, the fourth brother was prone to fratricide, the youngest lived amongst the Demon Path but spent all day studying Confucian classics, and the only sister turned out to be a...

Looking at the four problematic children, Hou Yuxiao fell into deep thought!

It was a time of great contention,

with Dynasties desperate for virtuous talents, seeking to stabilize their reign over The World,

with sects dominating certain regions, aspiring to tower over all living beings,

with families carrying on centuries of legacy, aiming to pursue happiness forever,

with gangs reigning supreme, striving to build everlasting power,

with academies resolving doubts and imparting knowledge, hoping people would promote the practice of farming and reading to future generations,

...

Thousand-Faced Handsome Man Hou Yuxiao, Black Extinction Demon Blade Hou Yucheng, Nation-Topping Demon Consort Hou Yuling, Blood Sword of Sunrise Hou Yujie, and Saint-Overturning Demon Confucian Hou Yuduan...

Years later, looking back, the Hou Clan had already ascended to the pinnacle.

Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

An endless stream of bronze-colored longswords, like ferocious beasts unleashed from their cages, constantly flew out from within the city. No one could see exactly how many there were, only witnessing them relentlessly soaring out from the city without knowing the source, nor how many more swords would continue to fly out.


One hundred... two hundred... three hundred... one thousand... two thousand... ten thousand...


The ceaseless longswords still surged outwards, but after circling in the air for two rounds, as if commanded by some signal, they suddenly all stopped in place, motionless.


Only three breaths later, these longswords abruptly turned around, their blades unanimously pointing at the bloodied Yongzhou soldiers still fighting valiantly atop the western gate.


The first longsword suddenly slashed across the sky, drawing a coppery streak of light, heading straight for the closest black-armored soldier, piercing through him in an instant!


186, Siege is not easy