The game of national destiny, I am a reincarnator for a hundred lifetimes.

Cangxuan Continent.

In the heart of the continent, lies the small world of the Leaf Clan.

Ye Wushuang, heavily pregnant, frowned in pain: "Child, you have made your father the laughingstock of the clan for three years, and the gossip has spread like wildfire throughout the Central Plains." Only the higher-ups of the family remained eerily silent.

He was once hailed as the most handsome man in Cangxuan.

Born into a prominent family, he belongs to one of the top powers in the Cangxuan Continent, known as the Nine Clans and Three Sects. Among them, the Ye Clan is the irreplaceable overlord, surpassing all living beings and leading the other eight clans and three sects. He is also the eldest son of the current clan head. Three years ago, he married a top-tier rich and beautiful woman from another major clan.

On their wedding night, a "life-giving energy" and a "law of the Great Dao" from the very origin of the world simultaneously chose this couple with the most noble bloodlines. However, because the mother's bloodline was too domineering, it could not contain this "seed of the Dao" that possessed both creation and destruction, while the father Ye Wushuang's "chaotic body" became the best breeding ground.

Not long after, he became pregnant.

The entire clan was shocked. The current head of the Ye clan went so far as to awaken the ancestor and transfer the fetus, but the ancestor decreed that the fetus must be born and that the secret of heaven could not be defied.

"Husband, would you like something sweet or spicy today?"

A noblewoman with elegant court attire walked in with a charming smile.

She wore a long, elegant yellow dress, adorned with a phoenix feather hairpin, and held a bowl in her delicate hand. Behind her stood hundreds of beautiful and powerful women, dressed as maids, each carrying a piece of dragon liver and phoenix gall.

Ye Wushuang shook her head: "If the child is not born soon, could it be a stillbirth? Perhaps we should fast for two days and observe the situation."

Feng Qingyao crushed the jade bowl in her hand, her steps hurried: "Husband, please don't! Our child is extraordinary, full of vitality. Don't say that unlucky word again. Please insist, just for my sake, for the sake of this family."

Ye Wushuang's face suddenly turned bitter: "I think... he won't be born; he's completely lost all feeling inside!"

Tears streamed down Feng Qingyao's face as her heart sank into an abyss. Her delicate body trembled suddenly, and she took several steps back, staring in disbelief at the scene before her.

Before her eyes, her husband's face contorted in rage. He opened his mouth, and a mysterious, enormous wave of energy erupted forth. She recognized what it was. Only those who cultivated to the half-saint level possessed the accompanying ripples of the Great Dao, but their usual range was only a few dozen feet. How could it be as terrifying as this!

The giant avenue rippled outwards, spreading wildly.

"Who is it?"

"Such an unfamiliar aura. Who in our clan has recently attained sainthood?"

"How dare you! Which lurking demon dares to attain sainthood in our clan's ancestral land? How utterly disrespectful! Surrender and die at once!"

"Seal off the blood realm within the clan; not a single mosquito can escape!"

Countless noble members of the Ye clan, whether they were diligently cultivating, learning skills at a martial arts academy, honing their skills through competition, or refining elixirs, were all shocked and greatly shaken at this moment, unleashing powerful and domineering divine senses that swept towards the center of the ripples.

When they sensed Ye Wushuang's presence, their divine senses respectfully retreated, but without exception, they soared into the sky. Some set up various powerful restrictions, while others entered massive offensive magical treasures. Everyone clenched their fists to protect the birth of the new life.

"Knock knock knock..."

At the highest peak in the region, a large, bluish-gray cauldron rumbled loudly.

The Human Emperor Bell only rang twice in the Ye Clan. The first time was when the clan fell to the bottom of the abyss of extinction, and the second time was to celebrate reaching the top of the Cangxuan Continent. This third time was only to announce the birth of a fetus.

As the bell tolled, a cold, vertical pupil appeared in the void.

When it looked at Ye Wushuang, its expression softened. "Wushuang, this is the sound of a child being born. My true body is outside, and I have already embraced the entire Ye Clan's small world. No matter who dares to attack, they will have to get past me."

Feng Qingyao was startled and looked out. A huge, eight-armed, four-legged figure stood in the outside world, majestic and divine, as if supporting the heavens and the earth.

Ye Wushuang's abdomen shrank, and he exhaled a stream of rainbow from his throat.

The rainbow transformed into a ball, sparkling and dazzling, like a child of the heavens stretching across the sky. All the Ye clan members' eyes shone with light as they sensed a close and powerful aura emanating from it, far surpassing their own.

The moment a child is born is the instant when the "Tao Fruit" transforms from its invincible state of gestation to its most vulnerable physical state, the only time it may be destroyed.

"Who goes there?!"

The patriarch's furious voice echoed throughout the entire small world.

The black lightning outside connected and formed a hand, its shadow engulfing the patriarch's massive true body, slowly pressing down, like a king descending to glare at a rebellious minister. Destructive waves swept wildly around, this power did not belong to the eight clans or the three sects, nor to any force in the Central Continent.

A brand new evil, striking without warning.

The giant palm slammed down. The Ye Clan Chief could have easily dodged the attack, but he wouldn't expose the entire Ye Clan, and he also had to protect his newborn grandson. So he stood firm and took the hit head-on. The aftershocks annihilated all living things within a hundred thousand miles, leaving only a faint palm print on his back, which would dissipate in the wind.

"Hmph, I had a bad feeling when my son became pregnant three years ago. I wanted to find out what the source was, otherwise, how could the shameful affair of my Ye clan have spread to the Central Plains!"

All the leaders of the Central Plains forces were dumbfounded.

Is this even human?

Well, the head of the Ye family has transcended the realm of humanity and is moving towards standing shoulder to shoulder with the gods!

The leaders of the eight clans and three sects appeared calm on the surface, but their hearts were in turmoil. They were originally full of confidence that even if they couldn't defeat Old Ye in a direct fight, they could still surround and kill this Liao by attacking together. They witnessed the earth-shattering giant hand fall down, and Old Ye easily deflected it without even getting his clothes dirty.

The spirit of challenge is like the setting sun, sinking ever lower.

I always thought Lao Ye was a braggart, but it turns out he's actually a low-key and reserved person!

The Rainbow Dumplings create a whirlpool.

Countless golden phoenixes were drawn away, circling around eagerly, like a beautiful painting, obscuring all divine sense and vision.

The Ye clansmen all wore expressions of reverence.

This bird-beast is called Qingfeng, a cousin of the phoenix, but unlike the phoenix's relatives, it is proud by nature and has difficulty breeding. Because it is untamed, it is hunted relentlessly. Finally, a male and female pair were captured by the Ye family, but they did not submit and remained colder than an iceberg.

They have been breeding for generations, and it has always been this way.

It has always been this way, but something is wrong since this child was born!

After a short while...

As the phoenixes dispersed, a handsome young man clad in feathered robes, his eyes filled with curiosity and radiating intelligence, gradually landed amidst the joyful gazes of his clansmen.

"Son, you're already this big in my belly?" Ye Wushuang exclaimed proudly.

Feng Qingyao laughed heartily: "Qingfeng's most prized reverse feather was given entirely to my son to be woven into a hundred-feather robe! Such a sight is rare indeed..."

Hidden within those many friendly glances was a venomous resentment.

The master of the venomous resentment was a strange shadow standing on the ground in the distance. It began to dissipate, forming eight large characters: "The wicked son of the Ye clan, born safely." Then, just before the incomparably powerful divine sense could sweep over it, it vanished without a trace.

For three whole years, the Ye clan remained fiercely wary of newcomers.

This shadow was hidden in the shadow of an old guard who was presented as tribute by a branch of the Ye clan three years ago. The Ye clan always conducts rigorous screenings when hiring new people, thoroughly searching their souls and bodies. However, even the most meticulous plans can have a flaw, and this shadow contained an evil spirit.

Its aura and the Heavenly Evil Palm originated from the same source!

Who is manipulating everything behind the scenes? Who dares to plot to become the ruler of Zhongzhou? Who is willing to expose themselves to assassinate Ye Jiawa? And is there only one such shadow? Dark shadows silently envelop this once-prosperous family.

But the Ye family knew nothing about it!

The Ye clan rejoiced, celebrating the new blood.

Outside the small world, an uninvited guest arrived. A sharp greatsword hung horizontally, and a woman sat cross-legged, taking out a talisman. The Ye family head readily let them pass. At such a critical moment, it was only natural for the Ye clan to close its doors to guests, but this was an exception.

The woman flew freely, landing unceremoniously on the heads of the Ye family members gathered there.

Ye Wushuang coughed twice.

Feng Qingyao's eyes shone brightly.

Everyone's expression was unusually strange, as if they were trying to suppress a laugh.

This woman came with great force.

Ye Feng's head throbbed with pain, but a warm current surged in to ease the pain. Cangxuan Continent... Ye Family, had he transmigrated? Top-tier noble families, supreme ancestors—these fragmented memories all seemed to originate from a woman's voice, strangely familiar.

But she is definitely not the kind of woman who sits on a sword with a cold and arrogant expression.

Feng Qingyao said, "Son, when I was doing prenatal education, I forgot to mention to you that your mother has a good sister who is the deputy hall master of the Longevity Sect, which is on par with our Ye Clan. She has a daughter named Shen Qianqian, who is over three hundred years old, so I arranged a betrothal for her with her child."

Ye Feng replied casually, "We're not familiar with each other, just call me by my name, Ye Feng."

Feng Qingyao's pretty face froze, her smile forced and insincere.

Ye Wushuang hurriedly tried to salvage the situation: "Our child is truly extraordinary. Ye Feng, he even gave himself a good name at birth. In heaven and earth, throughout history, whose child is so heaven-defying? Qingyao, it's all thanks to the power of your strong bloodline."

Ye Feng extended his middle finger and pointed it towards the sky: "A three-hundred-year-old woman, you dare to covet me?"

Shen Qianqian flew into a rage, stomped her foot, leaned close to Ye Feng, raised her fist, and said with a cold, icy expression, "If you say 'old' again, I'll smash you to pieces."

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