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

Hou Yuxiao nodded his head. On the way here, he indeed discovered quite a few hidden guards, with at least five grandmasters among them, plus over a hundred martial artists in the Gang Qi Realm. Such strength was more than enough to guard against any ulterior motives from ordinary powers. Although first-class forces did have martial artists in the Yuan Dan Realm, they were akin to the pillars of their powers and would not be dispatched casually to gather intelligence. As for Earth Level and Sky Level powers, they currently seemed to have no interest in the Hou Clan.


As he delved deeper into the camp, rows upon rows of soldiers clad in black armor suddenly came into view, and the sounds of drills were ceaseless. The rich vitality he had sensed earlier was now experienced firsthand even more vividly.


271, it's a bit troublesome_3