At dusk.

Gui Pu hurried out of the tavern, and everyone in the street had closed early, doors shut, almost deserted.

"Tonight is the last night of the ghostly outbreak."

He murmured.

Tomorrow will be the Red Sun, now it's the darkest before dawn.

This night will be the coldest in the past one hundred and fifty years!

The city is filled with gusts of yin winds.

The darkness at this moment is like eternal night descending, obscuring the daytime clamor and brilliance, the temperature between heaven and earth suddenly plummets.

As if the whole world suddenly arrived at a frozen tundra, with a bleak chilly wind blowing.

A thick and hauntingly cold aura, like that of a deep abyss or hell, envelops the entire Nine-State, immersing the world in a quiet and mysterious ambiance.

"Must act on the city while confusion reigns."

Gui Pu looked up, gazed afar into the eternal night sky that had lost its stars:

"Tomorrow morning, the Saint will grant amnesty to the world, the heavens will clear, no more muddy qi... the three ancestors of my Zhang Family will also be removed."

His entire back straightened like a ramrod, revealing a trace of long-lost tension.

He left his hometown, and at this special moment, remembered those three kindly ancestors.

Three figures patiently instructing descendants, gently resolving doubts.

The history of the Zhang Family was written by them, they are monumental in the ancient genealogy, songs of praise moving forward amidst roars, now they too will scatter with the dust of history today.

Like all direct lineage of the Zhang Family, he grew up under the teachings of these three, reading, solving queries, leading to his achievements today.

They are the monuments of history, and the elders whom the descendants look up to.

"Family... it's all gone."

He carried the long sword on his back, wrapped his coat tighter, suddenly feeling especially cold today, worthy of a winter that comes once in a hundred and fifty years.

"Ancestors, rest assured and leave, the future will have me."

When he lowered his head, his expression was already as usual.

"Let's go." He muttered: "We will launch a night attack on this city."

It's not that he doesn't want to save, it's that he can't save.

With the ancestors gone, the Zhang Family might still make a comeback.

If he were to extract the three ancestors, everyone would know Gui Pu is from the Zhang Family, who could tolerate them?

"Are you truly going to be okay?" The Sword Fairy quietly asked.

"Sometimes, only by letting go of the past can you have a future." Gui Pu's face showed a hint of self-mockery.

"Can you speak of the current Saint?" The Sword Fairy suddenly asked.

Gui Pu smiled, suddenly becoming interested:

"In human history, there is a towering spire, he sits atop the pinnacle of wisdom, the greatest hero in history."

"He is the current Saint, ruling the Jiushui Dynasty for hundreds of thousands of years, enduringly prosperous."

"Without exaggeration, the human ability to embark on the Three Flowers and tread the Immortal Path is all thanks to him leading a group of sages, sampling countless herbs, initiating the current epoch of the Three Flowers Immortal Path. He conceptualized the initial notion of the Five-Body Realm."

"In the Ancient Era when humans couldn't cultivate, he countered ideals with wild fantasies, planting a Spiritual Root in himself, exploring the Path Opening theory of growing Three Flowers on one's head, proving the hypothesis of an unending reincarnating great cycle within, and over these hundreds of thousands of years, driving the iterative development of Spiritual Roots, leading to today's brilliant achievements."

"He overthrew the cannibalistic old Dynasty from hundreds of thousands of years ago, established a new regime, allowing all under heaven to be equal, cultivating Spiritual Roots."

He gazed at the sky, softly said:

"He is the hero among heroes, a living epic, the most dazzling star in human great history... the greatest seeker."

"At his feet, lie countless tombstones, countless ancient heroes transformed into tombstones, yet he alone remains alive, proceeding solo in a cemetery full of companions."

The Sword Fairy felt a tremor within.

This is the true mythological immortal martial world steeped in history!

Vast powers converge upon oneself.

The strength of one person can suppress the antiquity, continually opening up a glorious epoch, his existence is a mythological era extending for hundreds of thousands of years.

Even the history of dragons spans over a hundred million years, this immortal martial world without hundreds of thousands of years is but a joke.

It's far more than just hundreds of thousands of years.

Before that lies the so-called old Dynasty, an even more distant mythological era now hard to trace.

Yet now, after countless eras of development, it is recognized as the pinnacle era of the Immortal Path!

Even a Cultivator of the Five-Body Realm is so outrageous, living for eight hundred years, just imagine how many iterations and updates have occurred.

After all, the era advances on the shoulders of countless greats, not retreating!

This mythical Emperor, governing for hundreds of thousands of years, established the Nine-State named after spirit plant flora.

And in every city, built the Red House—local public cemetery.

It is precisely because of this facility that there is a measure of balance over the Great Noble Families, allowing young people to consult with the sages of the past.

Otherwise, with family 'private tombs' everywhere, ordinary people couldn't even have the qualification to contact ancestors, which would only solidify the social immobility for common people!

Lastly.

The current Red Sun also makes the entire Nine-State flow like living water, extracting those stubborn diseases relying on ancestral graves to barely survive, giving new positions to future generations.

Various governance measures, balancing Great Noble Families, gatekeeping, Major Sects, and religions, are full of detail.

Moreover, using heavy punishments and severe penalties to govern the world, such as being torn by five horses, ripping apart by chariots, beheading... the punishments vary depending on the cultivators.

This allows the Court to govern the world with heavy laws, not being too resisted among the family clans, and at the same time suppressing cultivators from violating prohibitions to the greatest extent, protecting the civilians.

These details are all reflected.

This Saint who leads humanity forward has been balancing various forces, opening many eras, bearing heavy responsibilities for the people under Heaven, which is why we have today's era of the Immortal Path!

The Sword Fairy murmured:

"It really seems like a vast and enormous Ghost Path world, with its own punishments, rules, flawlessly self-consistent, truly worthy of being the greatest era."

Originally, she thought the greatest era was just an illusion, after all, although the people had opportunities to read, they still suffered hardship.

But now, seeing the mysterious and perilous cultivation system of this world, it was inevitably impossible to be perfect.

Achieving this level is already very good.

Even the so-called disaster of the Red Sun, making countless people homeless, was also to maintain the inevitable order of life and death reincarnation, a sacrifice to send away most of the fierce ghosts.

Gui Pu sighed,

"Yes, being born in this dazzling era of stars and witnessing all this glory is the greatest blessing for all of the Human Race!"

He smiled lightly: "It's time to act."

With a swoosh, he suddenly entered the clan's territory in a city district.

"Who?!"

Soon a mixture of shock and anger came.

The voices of several Three Elements Realm cultivators from the clan resounded in anger: "You are the wanted Demon Cultivator! How dare you do this? Taking advantage of the situation to loot?"

"Just say if you have what I want!" Gui Pu's wild laughter echoed throughout the winter night.

There was a long silence on the other side, "This medicine, yes, take it!"

"Farewell!"

Gui Pu took the storage ring, glanced inside, and revealed a satisfied smile.

Suddenly, he swung his sword to chop.

Pfft!

The massive sword shadow almost cleaved the entire vast ancestral ground in two, with countless people perishing within, shakily transforming into scarecrows standing up.

"How audacious!" a voice mixed with shock and anger came: "Quickly, save the people, kill those scarecrows, to prevent them from spreading, increasing in number, and exterminating my clan."

The entire clan acted all around, the sounds of slaughtering arose, extinguishing fires everywhere.

"On to the next family."

Gui Pu showed a hint of a smile.

The Red Sun is the best time for him to loot.

All the major Three Elements Realm cultivators were held up.

In a normal situation, he would struggle to provoke a major city clan, let alone all the family clans in the entire city!

He took advantage of their inability to act.

"Won't others just be like us, being bandits, taking advantage of the Red Sun to loot?" suddenly asked the Sword Fairy.

Gui Pu shook his head: "Other Great Cultivators who can reach the Three Elements Realm, don't have ancestors themselves to suppress? Even Righteous Path, Demon Path, everyone is very busy, there's no time to loot other families."

The Three Elements Realm must all have family clans.

Wild cultivators simply cannot reach the Three Elements Realm.

This requires the foundation of a major clan in the city, needing at least a few million magic coins in resources, to support a Three Elements Realm cultivator.

Where would a mere Loose Cultivator get such resources?

The best a Loose Cultivator can do is save up a few thousand, tens of thousands of magic coins, barely breaking through the Four Viscera Realm.

To advance further, you must join a family clan and become a tributor.

If you have more astonishing qualifications, then you enter the Court, like Jian Xin.

"So, basically, no one will loot other clans during the Red Sun! Of course, there are exceptions, like me who has no elder pressure, taking advantage to loot."

Gui Pu laughed,

"But ordinary bandits could hardly wound them."

"Only my hand holds a Divine Weapon, with immense lethality to their lower-level cultivators, skilled in viral infections, turning into a natural disaster, capable of killing 800,000 people in one night, that's why they fear me."

The Sword Fairy found his explanation reasonable.

If it's ordinary bandits, what are they afraid of?

A normal Three Elements Realm ambushing, even if the entire family clan is held up, they have the capability to fight back!

But it's precisely the scarecrow sword that specializes in killing small fry!

I can't take down your family's major Three Elements, so I'll target your family's juniors; just say if you'll give the money or not!

Otherwise, you'll be left as a bare commander.

They feared ending up like the three great clans of Pingchang City next door, left only with a bare commander overnight.

That's why they bled profusely.

"Let's go, move on to the next family."

Gui Pu laughed: "I'm just afraid the Court has an emergency! Jian Xin really hasn't appeared, not fishing for me, I must visit more families before the Red Sun ends tomorrow; once it passes, I must run."

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