Xia Naiwen flew over excitedly, preparing to hug his son, only to be pushed aside by the previous Emperor Xia.

Xia Qingyang used his cultivation to squeeze next to Xia Feng.

His palm patted Xia Feng's shoulder, and his face was smiling as broadly as a blooming old chrysanthemum.

"Xiao Feng, good, really good, you're even more impressive than your grandfather. Your family's lineage is truly remarkable."

Xia Feng, who was still sitting on the ground, was lifted up directly by Xia Qingyang.

He gave a bitter smile, "Ancestor, let's talk about this when we get back?"

Seeing Xia Feng's weak appearance, Xia Qingyang looked worried, "You didn't get hurt anywhere, did you?"

"That old Dongfang was despicable and shameless. He was already a Martial God and still bullied the young."

"But Xiao Feng was amazing, and directly killed him!"

He was originally worried about Xia Feng's body, but after a few words, he became happy again.

Xia Feng sighed and gave his father a look.

Xia Naiwen suppressed his excitement and took two steps forward, "Hey, Ancestor, Xiao Feng just finished fighting, let's head back to the Imperial Palace first."

Only then did Xia Qingyang restrain himself a bit, and he carried Xia Feng, flying swiftly towards the Imperial Palace of the Great Xia Empire.

Along the way, they passed a few cities, and even half of the Imperial Capital.

Seeing the figure flying through the sky, the Martial Artists below looked with a few hues of fanaticism.

That was the Emperor's Son, someone with the talent to kill a Martial God at the Demigod Realm!

Xia Feng felt slightly strange being looked at, and he glanced down at the crowd below.

As a result, the Martial Artists below became even more excited at this glance.

"Ah! The Emperor's Son looked at me!"

"Nonsense! The Emperor's Son was clearly looking at me!"

"Both of you stop arguing, that glance from the Emperor's Son must have been looking at me!"

After a few discussions, they seemed like they were about to fight.

"I wonder when I can become a Martial Artist like the Emperor's Son."

"Stop dreaming. The Emperor's Son is so exceptional, even if you get another chance at reincarnation, you wouldn't reach the heights of the Emperor's Son."

"Ah, I wonder if the Emperor's Son is still recruiting guards, it would be great to see the Emperor's Son up close every day..."

"The Empresses have all left the Emperor's Son, I wonder if the Emperor's Son needs a woman, if he does..."

Everyone's eyes turned uniformly to the woman who said the last sentence.

The woman did have a bit of beauty, otherwise, she wouldn't dare to have such ambitions for the Emperor's Son.

But compared to the Empresses, she was completely outclassed and hopelessly unattractive.

Seeing the sudden silence around her and all the eyes on her,

the woman's face turned pale, then, with a mix of embarrassment and anger, she spoke up.

"What's the matter, can't I dream?"

"Don't you also want to be the Emperor's Son's guards?"

"What's wrong with me wanting to be a palace maid!"

Everyone silently shifted their gaze away.

Xia Feng was somewhat puzzled by the commotion below and turned to look at Xia Qingyang.

"What's going on?"

Xia Qingyang squinted, smiling broadly.

"Xiao Feng, you don't know what an amazing thing you've done."

He carried Xia Feng straight into the Royal Palace and waved for the Imperial Physician to check Xia Feng.

Xia Feng said helplessly, "Ancestor, I myself am an Alchemist; these injuries seem severe but haven't really harmed my meridians."

He was careful with his actions, and he also had the Void Cauldron.

A mere Yellow Tier First Layer Martial God, if Xia Feng wasn't afraid he'd escape, just to intimidate him wouldn't even require using the Void Cauldron.

Xia Qingyang's face was full of smiles, "See, it's nothing serious. Oh, Xiao Feng, you're truly amazing..."

All the way here, Xia Feng had lost count of how many times Xia Qingyang had repeated these words.

Those former Emperor Xia who had been flying a little slower also caught up, gathering around Xia Feng's bed, each making exclamations of wonder.

Xia Feng felt creeped out by their stares and asked puzzled, "Ancestors, what exactly is going on?"

Xia Naiwen hesitated for a moment and whispered, "After your grandfather was taken, many Martial Artists lost their original intention for cultivation."

"Today, you, at the Demigod Realm, killed a Martial God, letting them know that Martial Gods can also be challenged, reawakening their direction for cultivation."

Xia Feng was taken aback. After his grandfather was taken, indeed, few of the past Emperor Xia returned to seclusion.

Were they worried that after their breakthroughs, they would be treated that way too?

Xia Feng thought for a moment, turned to look at his father, "Since we've already offended the Dongfang Clan, we might as well make it more thorough."

"Spread the news of Dongfang Le'an's death."

Xia Naiwen smiled, "Those who need to know already know, and I plan to erect statues of you in each city."

"If not for you, the entire Great Xia Empire might be wiped out after today."

Xia Feng frowned, just about to refuse, when the other former Emperor Xia surrounded him.

"Xiao Feng, Martial God..."

He came to his senses, looking at these elders of great-grandfather and even older generations.

"Rest assured, Martial Gods are not invincible. Although today I took advantage of the ten paths of cultivation, as long as one is strong enough, the Martial God is just a part of the cultivation path."

The former Emperors' expressions carried hints of joy, eager to return to seclusion and attempt breakthroughs.

However, considering Xia Feng was still lying on the bed, they felt embarrassed to leave immediately.

Xia Feng forced a smile, "Ancestors, please go ahead. I'm well aware of my injuries, and I'll be fine in a few days."

"Once I've recovered, I'll continue where grandfather left off and discuss breakthroughs with you."

Everyone's faces were filled with joy, knowing Xia Feng was politely asking them to leave, they departed one after another.

Xia Naiwen and Huang Xiaoqian stayed behind, looking at Xia Feng with a bit of concern.

"Are your injuries really okay?"

"And... you killed someone from the Dongfang Clan, I wonder if..."

Xia Feng smiled and looked at his parents, "We'll face whatever comes our way. If we're too afraid to move forward, then the path of cultivation is effectively broken."

He faintly sensed an inexplicable change in the layers of blood-colored mist within his body.

After saying a few words to his parents, he calmed down, focusing internally to inspect the changes in the blood-colored mist.

A moment later, he suddenly opened his eyes, his expression revealing a hint of joy.

The blood-colored mist seemed like sparks about to ignite, essential fuel for lighting the Divine Fire.

He had been worried that practicing the ten paths concurrently would make the path to igniting the Divine Fire incredibly difficult.

But he didn't expect to receive such good news at the outset, at least giving him a direction to strive towards.

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