The Entry-plundering Demon Hunter

Yi Nanshan’s words silenced all six old men in the conference room.

They exchanged glances with one another.

At this moment, they all understood that a war between Yi Nanshan and Old Yao was about to begin.

Whoever spoke first at this juncture, regardless of whose side they took, would be choosing a side.

Every one of the seven old men present was the patriarch of a prominent family in the New District.

Their connections, resources, and family influence spread throughout every corner of the New District.

Among them, the most distinguished were the Taigu Yi Family, the Langping Yao Family, the Dongshun Gu Family, and the Xingtai Zhao Family.

Their influence permeated every city in the New District.

And the number of smaller families clinging to them was simply countless.

The lesser families under the Yi Family, in particular, held considerable weight in the New District.

Even the other six great families were unwilling to cross them lightly.

Besides, behind these smaller families stood the Yi Family.

Therefore, under these circumstances, none of these old foxes would choose a side so easily.

Every last one of them was impossibly shrewd; between the seven of them, they had eight hundred different plots brewing.

After a long silence,

Old Yao chuckled. "Lao Yi, no matter what, we’re all doing this for the New District, for all of humanity!"

"The alliances from other countries have all stated their positions!"

"They will all go to great lengths to resist this catastrophe that threatens to engulf all of humanity!"

"Now, we’re the only ones who haven’t spoken up. Isn’t it just because the Martial God hasn’t been chosen yet?"

"Our Martial Arts Alliance defends the entire New District. We should set an example. I don’t think it’s a bad thing for us to cultivate the future Martial God ourselves!"

"We can pour all of our resources into him so he can ascend to his rightful place as quickly as possible. That’s not necessarily a bad thing, right? Hahaha..."

After Old Yao finished his speech, the other five men just sat there, not even twitching an eyebrow.

Yi Nanshan, however, glanced back at Old Yao.

"Talk is cheap. ’Cultivate’ a Martial God? More like stunt his growth by forcing it."

"Even if the Martial Arts Alliance piled all its resources onto him, what would be the point?"

"All of you are paragons of the Martial Arts. You should naturally understand that a Martial God propped up by elixirs would be nothing but an empty shell!"

"Besides, even raising a Martial God with elixirs isn’t something that can be done overnight!"

"Don’t tell me you plan to put him under house arrest? To turn him into a puppet Martial God who only answers to you?"

Yi Nanshan’s words made Old Yao’s expression change drastically.

Several other old men in the conference room also had a slight change in expression.

They shot a displeased glance at Yi Nanshan.

However, they suppressed their anger and chose to remain silent.

Old Yao said with a grim face, "Lao Yi, we all already know that the boy, Lin Yi, is your grandson!"

"His talent, comprehension, and fated fortune have all been revealed!"

"You kept it a secret before because you dote on him... but what we’re doing is for our future, too!"

"If he can truly become the White Tiger Martial God, it will only bring benefits to your Yi Family, no harm!"

"In the future, who in the New District would dare to oppose your Yi Family?"

"Wouldn’t your Yi Family become the sole authority? Why wouldn’t you be happy with that?"

BANG—

The moment Old Yao finished speaking,

Yi Nanshan slammed his hand on the table in a fury.

"Since you know Lin Yi is my grandson, how dare you still have designs on him?"

"Old Yao, it seems you have no respect for me whatsoever!"

"I’ll make myself clear today. It’s true that Lin Yi is my grandson. If anyone dares to have any ideas about him, they’ll have to get through me, Yi Nanshan, first!"

"I don’t care if he’s a Martial God or not. Whether he can become one in the future is not that important either!"

"All I know right now is that he is my, Yi Nanshan’s, grandson, my daughter’s child!"

"As long as I have a breath left in my body, no one should even think about harming him!"

As soon as the words left his mouth,

Old Yao’s expression grew even more sullen.

A few of the other old geezers who were on good terms with him could no longer hold back either.

Just as they were about to speak—

BOOM—

The doors to the conference room were violently thrown open.

Then, two elderly men were seen walking in, one after the other.

"Well said, Lao Yi! Well said!"

"I’d like to see just how capable you Martial Arts Alliance people are, that you dare to meddle with a Martial God’s destiny?"

"You want to trap this boy and raise him as your puppet Martial God? You’ll have to ask my Town Martial Department for permission first!"

All eyes turned to the two men who had just entered.

At the sight of them, everyone’s expression, including Old Yao’s, changed drastically.

They naturally recognized these two men.

One was the current head of the Town Martial Department, Old He, He Jianshe.

And the man beside him was the Elder Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, Elder Mu Ru.

The powerful aura radiating from the two men was so overwhelming that Old Yao and the others were utterly terrified.

Although Old He was only at the Six-Star Realm, not even having reached the Seven-Star Realm,

he was in charge of the entire Town Martial Department.

Within the Town Martial Department, there were countless high-realm masters.

There were dozens of Seven-Star masters, and more than twenty who had reached the Star Tempering Realm.

Above the Star Tempering Realm, it was said there were as many as seven or eight.

This was a department that even the Martial Arts Alliance and the Demon Hunting Bureau dared not provoke lightly.

As for the other man, the Elder Celestial Master of Dragon Tiger Mountain, even less needed to be said.

He was originally a man detached from the world, uninvolved in such mortal affairs.

As such, he lived in seclusion outside Dragon Tiger University, dedicated to closed-door cultivation.

He rarely involved himself in such trivial matters.

But today, this old Daoist had personally descended the mountain and come to the Martial Arts Alliance.

How could these old geezers present not understand the reason?

The Town Martial Department alone was enough to make them wary.

And now an Elder Celestial Master on top of that...

"Elder Mu Ru? Old He, what are you two doing here?"

Yi Nanshan smiled as he glanced at them.

Even Yi Nanshan was somewhat surprised by their visit.

Old He withdrew his icy gaze from Old Yao and the others.

He and the Elder Celestial Master walked over to Yi Nanshan and sat down beside him.

Only then did he speak with a light chuckle, "My Town Martial Department has always been under the command of the Martial God!"

"Ever since the Vermilion Bird Martial God began roaming the cosmos, the Town Martial Department has been without a leader for hundreds of years.

I (He) am unworthy, but I was able to serve as the Director of the Town Martial Department thanks to everyone’s trust!"

"Now that the White Tiger Martial God has appeared, a matter concerning the safety of the people in both the old and new districts, how could the Town Martial Department simply stand by and watch?"

"Lao Yi was right just now. The reason a Martial God becomes a Martial God is by growing through one experience after another, relying on their own talent and comprehension to break through every shackle. Only then can they become a true Martial God!"

"If you create a Martial God propped up by elixirs, as you just suggested, how could they even be called a Martial God?"

"It would be more fitting to call them a Medicine God!"

"I (He) did not come here today to start something with the Martial Arts Alliance!"

"I just want to inform you all that anyone who has designs on the Martial God is provoking the Town Martial Department!"

"I don’t care which family it is, what kind of martial arts they practice!"

"I guarantee I will make you disappear from this world!"

"Even if it means exhausting the full power of the Town Martial Department, we will ensure the Martial God’s safety!"

"If any of you don’t believe me, you are welcome to try!"

Old He’s calm and unhurried words were nonetheless filled with a palpable threat.

Though he was only at the Six-Star Realm, wherever his gaze fell, the old men averted their eyes.

Not a single one of them dared to meet his gaze.

Even Old Yao had no choice but to shy away from his intensity.

For a moment, the entire conference room fell deathly silent.

It was so quiet you could hear each other breathe.

Finally, the Elder Celestial Master spoke up with a smile, "Well then... allow me to say a few words as well!"

"Just now, Old He and Lao Yi both expressed their thoughts!"

"It’s understandable. Lao Yi is Lin Xiaozhi’s grandfather, so of course he’s protective of his own. Old He represents the Town Martial Department, which is subordinate to the Martial God!"

"However, my Dragon Tiger Mountain is different from them. We don’t get involved in these matters!"

"Whether there’s a Martial God or not has nothing to do with this old Daoist!"

"But I just want to say, I’ve taken quite a liking to that boy, Lin Yi!"

"And I intend to take him as my Closed-door Disciple... So, if anyone dares to have designs on my disciple..."

BOOM—

Elder Mu Ru, who had been grinning cheekily just a moment ago, slammed his palm down hard on the conference table.

Instantly, a palm print was left behind.

This was a solid wood table, and one made from special materials at that.

It was designed specifically to prevent these old geezers from breaking it whenever they felt like slamming the table during meetings.

After all, they were all paragons of the Martial Arts. Even without exerting force, an ordinary table could hardly withstand them.

And yet, this very conference table, forged from special materials, now bore the deep imprint of Elder Mu Ru’s palm from a single slap.

This made everyone present suck in a sharp breath of cold air.

None of them knew what level this old Daoist’s cultivation had reached.

He had rarely descended the mountain over the years, always remaining there to cultivate.

His realm had, as a result, become a mystery.

Ten seconds later, Elder Mu Ru retracted his icy gaze.

He became cheeky and cheerful again. "...just like this table..."

At this moment, the other six men, including Old Yao, all had faces as grim as still water. No one said a word.

They couldn’t afford to offend the Town Martial Department, and they dared not provoke the Elder Celestial Master even more.

As for Yi Nanshan... he was one of the seven great families of the New District.

Now, with the Town Martial Department and Dragon Tiger Mountain backing them,

the Yi Family had faintly become the number one family in the New District.

This being the case, who would still dare to provoke them?

Offending the Yi Family was now equivalent to offending the Town Martial Department and Dragon Tiger Mountain.

Never mind whether those old Daoists would get involved in worldly affairs or not,

the Town Martial Department alone was enough to make them disappear from the New District.

After all, the hidden Martial Arts experts of the Town Martial Department were on a level they couldn’t even begin to touch.

A single misstep could lead to the massacre of their entire family. Who could bear such a consequence?

After a long while, Old Yao forced himself to squeeze out an ugly smile.

"Director He, Elder Celestial Master, Lao Yi..."

"Please, calm down. The reason we’re all sitting in this conference room is to discuss matters, isn’t it?"

"Why must we be so hostile? There’s no need for it at all!"

"Since we can’t agree, let’s just drop the matter, shall we?"

Old Yao backed down.

He didn’t dare provoke the Elder Celestial Master or Old He either.

All he could do was put on a smile and admit defeat.

Lao Yi glanced at him. "This isn’t about right or wrong. We all understand that the Martial God is crucial to both the old and new districts. But if the method is wrong, then it’s simply wrong!"

"Even if I weren’t Lin Yi’s grandfather, I would not allow you to do this!"

Hearing this, Old Yao nodded.

Yi Nanshan glanced at them again. "If there’s nothing else, we’ll be leaving now!"

"Yes, there’s nothing else. The meeting is adjourned!"

Old Yao nodded with a smile.

And so, Yi Nanshan, Elder Mu Ru, and Old He,

rose and walked out of the conference room.

The remaining six old geezers also left one after another.

In the end, only Old Yao and two others remained.

They were both of one mind with Old Yao: one from the Beiquan Ning Family, and the other from the Fengcheng Han Family.

When only the three of them were left in the conference room,

Elder Ning said with a grim face, "Hmph, so that’s why Yi Nanshan dared to be so arrogant today. Turns out he latched onto those two outsiders, the Town Martial Department and Dragon Tiger Mountain."

"Elder Yao, are we really going to terminate our cultivation plan?" the other old man asked, unwilling to give up.

They had been plotting for this day for a very long time.

What surprised them was that the future Martial God actually had a connection to Yi Nanshan.

If not for that, they might have already spirited Lin Yi away to be cultivated in secret.

Now, things had come to this.

Old Yao and his allies were naturally unwilling to accept it. Controlling the future Martial God meant controlling the entire New District.

To expect them to give up so easily? How could they be willing?

After a long moment, a cold glint flashed in Old Yao’s eyes.

He let out a chilling chuckle.