Chapter One Thousand One Hundred and Fifty-Four: This is the

ld spend tens of millions at will was definitely not someone this small business owner could afford to provoke.He bowed slightly and said with a beaming smile: "Hello, sir. Let me introduce myself. My...Seeing several people recover, Dongfang Jianye and Sima Pingcuo and the others all felt relieved.

No matter what, the Great Elder is the pillar of the family. Once they lose their military protection, these big families will be like little girls walking naked on the street. The consequences are self-evident.

"Xiao Fan, our Sima family thanks you here."

Sima Pingcuo has never been quite satisfied with the man his granddaughter chose as her husband. For one, he doesn't come from a noble family. And secondly, he seems to have too many women around him.

Now, it is a sincere appreciation. To be frank, this medical skill is absolutely invaluable.

They've consulted renowned doctors from all over the country these days, but none could figure out how to treat Sima Pinghu's injuries. In the end, another doctor cured him in minutes, showing a huge gap in their abilities.

Oriental Jianye also expressed its gratitude, but given his relationship with Ye Bufan, there wasn't too much formality.

After the three major masters, plus Elder and Ye Bufan, rushed to the secret room for a meeting, Qingye Shi Tai, being a Buddhist nun, went back to her room to rest. Leng Qingqiu and the other female disciples went to visit Ouyang Lan and Changsun Dongju.

After everyone sat down, their expressions grew heavy again.

As everyone knows, although the injuries of several people have healed, the situation is still not optimistic with Murong Chenglun, the Martial Saint, around. The predicament faced by the three major clans has not been resolved.

Sima Pingcuo, the oldest of the three main figures, spoke first: "Brothers, the Murong family has issued an ultimatum. What are your thoughts on this matter"

Changsun Wugong jumped in first, saying, "Nonsense! You really think that just because you've achieved the title of Martial Saint you are superior to everyone else Don't even dream of getting our Changsun clan to submit!"

Changsun Cangsong nodded in agreement: “Second Uncle is right. Our Changsun family is considered a top family in the Imperial Capital, and we cannot submit to anyone.”

Oriental Construction said, "Our Oriental family is the same. We will never live by looking at people's faces."

"On this, we agree. We would rather die than surrender."

Sima Pingcuo nodded in agreement, then his face grew troubled. “The problem now is that Old Man Murong Chenglong is simply too powerful. Even with the combined strength of our three families, we’re no match for him. I'm afraid this hurdle will be difficult to overcome.”

Sima Pinghu sighed: "You're right, the Murong family doesn't know what good luck they've had this time. Not only has Murong Chenglong become a martial saint, but even those two juniors, Murong Tian and Murong Hai, have reached the peak of the Heavenly Rank. This strength is indeed not something we can resist right now." After he finished speaking, the entire secret room fell silent. At any time, it was force that decided everything, whoever had the bigger fist had the right to speak.

At that time, when the Ximen family produced two Heavenly Realm Grand Completions all at once, they were so arrogant and conceited that they wanted to become the only super family in the imperial capital.

Now the Murong family has a Martial Saint along with two Heaven Tier Grandmasters. This level of strength is truly terrifying.

After a moment of silence, Changsun Cangsong spoke, "Can we think of other ways There's not just one Martial Saint in our Imperial Capital."

Ye Bufan sat quietly beside them, listening intently. He wanted to observe the attitudes of these prominent families and hear their opinions, unwilling to reveal his true strength prematurely.

Upon hearing my uncle's words, I was taken aback for a moment and then asked, "Wasn't it said that in the past, among the four great families of the Imperial Capital, Heaven Rank Grand Perfection was the strongest level of martial artist How could there be Martial Saints"

You are right, the strongest among the Four Great Families is at the peak of Heaven Rank, but the Four Great Families don't represent the entire Imperial City.

Orient Construction answered Ye Bufan's question, "Above Dragon's Teeth is an organization called Tiangong, very mysterious, but one thing is certain, they definitely have martial saint-level masters."

"The Palace in the Sky"

Ye Bufan was somewhat surprised. This was the first time he had heard of this organization.

Sima Pingcuo said: "You don't need to be surprised. Not many people in the entire empire know about the existence of the Heavenly Palace. Besides our core families, only a few old fellows from the Xuanyuan Pavilion know about it."

However, the Heavenly Palace holds a special status. It will not intervene unless China is in grave danger, nor will it interfere in our family disputes.

Dongfang Qitian nodded and said, "That's right. Over the years, I've never seen those old guys from Tiangong take action. According to the rules above, they generally don't interfere in the disputes between our families."

"Then it will be difficult." Changsun Cangsong said, "Now the Murong family's rise is known to all, and everyone also knows about the injuries of the three elders."

Those originally second-rate and third-rate families that belonged to us have started to waver, and some have even directly joined the Murong family's camp. If this continues, the situation will become increasingly out of control, and our strength will gradually weaken.

Longsun Wugong said: "As for me, I say we should just charge up again and fight to the death with Murong Chenglong."

The reason the Murong family decided to hold the family meeting three days later is that I guess that old geezer must have been injured too. He's using this time to adjust his injuries.

After all, we're not here to just sit around and eat. Besides, he had only just broken through recently. I saw with my own eyes how Master Qingye risked her injury and struck him on the back with a palm strike.

Sima Pinghu said, "You're right, Murong Chenglong was indeed injured. But after all, he is a martial saint. He could recover from his injuries in three days and be back to his former strength."

Below the ranks of saints, all are ants. Even a wounded Martial Saint is beyond our capabilities.

Longsun Wugong said angrily, "What are we going to do Are we just going to swallow our anger and endure this"

After he finished speaking, everyone fell silent again. Without outside help and with insufficient strength on their own, this was a completely unsolvable situation.

Ye Bufan saw that the fire was almost ready and said, "Actually, there's no need to worry, everyone. This is a good thing."

Through the pressure from the Murong family, we can see who among those around us are two-faced, who are fence-sitters, and who are truly loyal to our family. After this is over, we will settle accounts with everyone.

Changsun Cangsong wore a wry smile: "Xiao Fan, you think too simply. I'm afraid that in three days, our three great families will be gone. How can we settle accounts then"

Ye Bufan smiled: "Big Uncle, as I said, there's no need to worry about this. This way, let's divide the work. Leave the rest to you guys, and I'll handle Murong Chenglong."

All the others were taken aback. The reason he was brought to this meeting today was entirely because of his unique status. On one hand, he was the grandson of the Changsun family, and on the other, he was the son-in-law of both the Sima and Dongfang families.

As far as capability goes, no one expected him to be of any help.

Changsun Cangsong then frowned: "Xiao Fan, what time is it You still have the mood to joke around."

"Uncle, I'm serious. I mean it." To convince everyone, Ye Bufan looked very serious, "Leave Murong Chenglong to me. You guys handle the rest."

Changsun Chenggong glared: “You little rascal, you're making a fool of yourself! You can't even beat old me, how could you possibly be a match for Murong Chónglong If anyone is going to die, it will be me, not you.”

Ye Bufan shook his head. It seemed that relying on words alone was useless; he had to show some real strength.

In that instant, the aura around him suddenly exploded, a super pressure belonging to a martial saint, instantly filling the entire secret room.

Everyone's expressions changed drastically. Under this kind of pressure, each person felt as if they were carrying a mountain on their back, having difficulty breathing, and even the true qi within them stopped flowing.

A thought sprang to everyone's mind: This is the martial saint!

Fortunately, Ye Bufan's imposing manner only lasted for a moment before he quickly returned to normal. alone an ordinary young man.He hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward and said, "Sir, perhaps you could leave first."Changsun Li swaggered and shouted, "Did you hear that Scram! The Changsun fa...