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

Those waiting at the city gate were all martial artists with substantial cultivation; though it was still a few miles away, they could immediately see the riders atop the two steeds—one red, one black.


Atop the red steed sat a young man in white, his demeanor scholarly and refined, his lips curled in a faint smile. His handsome, gentle face easily endeared him to onlookers, radiating an air of a scholar despite the longsword hanging at his waist—as if he had stepped right out of a painting.


The young man riding the black steed wore dark red clothes. Though handsome, he rarely smiled, his somewhat grim gaze lending his visage a softer yet colder aspect. Tall and imposing, his eyes often flashed with a cold light, making those he looked upon feel distinctly uncomfortable.


The two shared a similarity in appearance to about seventy percent, but their auras were worlds apart.


209. The Overly Polite Prefect Zhou_3