Extra: Invincible in the World (I)

A hundred miles outside the Imperial Capital's West Gate, there was a small, scenic mountain, at the foot of which a massive cemetery was built.

This was the Ximen Family's ancestral tomb, and also the only property left after their annexation that year.

Halfway up the mountain was an Ancient Tomb, which looked larger than the other tombs, and at its entrance stood a huge stone tablet inscribed with the four large characters: Ximen Wudi.

Ximen Wudi, this name was absolutely renowned in the Jianghu a hundred years ago, not only in the Imperial Capital but throughout the entire Huaxia.

Legend has it that the Ximen Family's ability to enter the ranks of the Imperial Capital's top families back then was largely due to Ximen Wudi's contributions.

However, this person suddenly disappeared later. Some legends said he died at the hands of enemies, others that he died suddenly from illness. In short, this person gradually faded from everyone's sight and never reappeared.

Only a few Core Disciples of the Ximen Family knew that this Old Ancestor had entered seclusion to Cultivate under the guise of faking his death, comprehending a rare peerless Cultivation Technique.

But too many years passed, and Ximen Wudi, in seclusion, never reappeared.

Because it was a death seclusion, the entire Ancient Tomb was sealed off, and others could not enter, so he was gradually forgotten.

But today, kneeling before Ximen Wudi's tomb was a Middle-aged Man, Ximen Yufēi, a third-generation Core Disciple of the Ximen Family.

When the Ximen Family was destroyed, his Cultivation was crippled. He was just over twenty years old at that time. Eighteen years have passed, and he is now nearly forty.

"Old Ancestor, why haven't you emerged from seclusion yet? Have you truly fallen? You are the Ximen Family's only hope…"

Ximen Yufēi was in tears; the Ximen Family had been annihilated, and he himself had become a cripple.

No matter what, he could not accept this outcome, and to turn the tide, to restore the Ximen Family's glory, the Old Ancestor in the tomb became his only hope.

Because of this, he had always guarded the Family's ancestral tomb for so many years, just waiting for that day to arrive.

In the beginning, Ximen Yufēi was still filled with hatred and hope, fantasizing every day about the Old Ancestor returning to lead him in revenge.

But as time passed day by day, there was no movement from the tomb, and the flame in his heart slowly began to extinguish.

Although he had been frugal all these years, his former savings were almost depleted. A person always needs to eat; he couldn't stay here forever. This was his last visit to the tomb today.

"Old Ancestor, it seems Heaven wants to destroy my Ximen Family…"

After a bout of bitter weeping and recounting, Ximen Yufēi finally kowtowed three times heavily before the tombstone, his face full of dejection, and walked stumbling down the mountain.

But just as he reached the foot of the mountain, a thunderous boom came from behind him, like a lightning strike reverberating through the air.

He was startled and quickly turned his head to look, only to see that the tomb had exploded, and amidst the rolling dust, a figure soared into the sky.

"Hahaha, I, Ximen Wudi, have finally succeeded! From now on, there will be no equal in the world!"

Unrestrained laughter spread throughout the entire mountain, and then a gaunt figure landed before the tomb.

His hair and beard were white, a large mass of them completely obscuring his face, but the Aura emanating from him was incredibly powerful, inspiring awe in those who saw him.

Ximen Wudi, once the most powerful existence in the Ximen Family, now re-emerged from seclusion.

"Old Ancestor, you have finally emerged from seclusion!"

Ximen Yufēi was both shocked and overjoyed,激动 to the point of being unable to contain himself, he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly, tears streaming down his face.

After laughing heartily, Ximen Wudi looked down at the "boy" before him. "Who are you?"

"A descendant of the Ximen Family's Yu generation, Ximen Yufēi greets the Old Ancestor!"

In large families like theirs, the Family tree has strict rules; stating one's name reveals the generation difference.

Ximen Wudi paused slightly, clearly quite surprised, "It's already the Yu generation, huh? How many years have I been in seclusion?"

"To answer the Old Ancestor, you have been in seclusion for one hundred and eighteen years."

"That long? But it was worth it. I have finally succeeded in comprehending this time. From now on, the Ximen Family will be the number one Family in the world!"

Ximen Wudi laughed wildly again. After laughing, he suddenly realized something.

"Are you the only one who came to greet me out of seclusion? Where are the other Disciples of the Ximen Family? Why is there no movement from them yet?"

"Old Ancestor, please avenge my Ximen Family…"

Ximen Yufēi wept bitterly, recounting the destruction of the Ximen Family from beginning to end.

"Damn it, what scoundrel dared to lay such a vicious hand on my Ximen Family!"

Ximen Wudi was so enraged that his hair stood on end, he flew into a rage. After a furious outburst, he slowly calmed down and patted his shoulder.

"Don't worry, now that I have emerged from seclusion today, I will certainly take down that Ye. From now on, the Ximen Family will restore its glory as the number one Family in Huaxia, and the heavy responsibility of expanding the Family will fall on your shoulders."

Ximen Yufēi was instantly overjoyed, "Thank you, Old Ancestor, your grandson will not disappoint you!"

Ximen Wudi said, "Let's go, take me to the location of the Ximen Family's old residence. First, we will kill Ye Bufan and reclaim our property."

After he finished speaking, Ximen Yufēi hesitated again, "Old Ancestor, what Realm has your strength reached now? That Ye is very formidable. Shouldn't we plan carefully?"

He had been guarding the cemetery all these years and was unaware of what had happened later. Yet, even so, the scene of Ye Bufan's great victory over the Ximen Family was still vivid in his mind, planting a seed of fear.

"What Realm? I am in the Realm of being invincible in the world, hahaha."

Ximen Wudi burst into wild laughter, "When I announced that I was in seclusion to comprehend a peerless Cultivation Technique, that was actually false, meant to deceive those Old things back then.

In fact, I accidentally obtained an Ancient Inheritance, and after all these years, I have finally thoroughly comprehended it. My Cultivation Technique, profound techniques, and Formation are all the best in the world, absolutely the best in the world!

It seems you haven't witnessed my capabilities yet. Now, let me show you!"

Having been in seclusion for so many years, he had been suppressed for too long. At this moment, he was eager to display his strength. He raised his hand and waved, and a sharp sword light streaked across the sky.

"Screech!"

A shrill cry came from mid-air, followed by a white figure falling to the ground, blood splattering. It was a white eagle, its throat pierced by a single sword.

Ximen Yufēi watched, dumbfounded. One had to know that the eagle was at least a thousand meters away.

From such a distance, the Old Ancestor could actually kill it with one sword. What kind of strength was this? It was many times more powerful than Ye Bufan back then.

Coming back to his senses, he was overjoyed and knelt on the ground again.

"Old Ancestor's divine Cultivation Technique covers the world! Heaven bless my Ximen Family!"

"Hahaha, see? My invincibility in the world isn't just talk…"

Ximen Wudi laughed heartily, but just then, a childish roar came, "Damn it, who killed my Whitey?"

As soon as the voice fell, two small boys appeared before the tomb.

The older one looked about seven or eight years old, holding a three-foot-long sword. Beside him was a smaller one, who looked about five or six years old. What was amusing was that he also held a one-foot-long Huo Jian.

Both children were fair-skinned and adorable, each prettier than the other.

It turned out these two were the children of the Ye Family, born to Leng Qingqiu. The older one was named Ye Qingbei, and the younger one was named Ye Qinghan.

At this moment, Ye Qingbei was extremely angry. He had originally been playing with his brother, flying their bird, but he never expected the white eagle they had just released to be killed.

Approaching, he looked at the white eagle's corpse, then at Ximen Wudi, who was holding the long sword, and roared, "Old thing, did you kill my Whitey?"