Family Cultivation: My entire family are Villains

The early hour of Hai, Feiyun Street

The bright moonlight poured onto both sides of the street. It was the end of December, and the cold Shuofeng winds occasionally swept through, creating bursts of desolate sounds.

Like the Hou Clan, the headquarters of the Flying Eagle Sect was also located in the center of the entire street. On the archway about five or six meters high, the three characters of the Flying Eagle Sect shone brightly under the moonlight.

Meow...

Suddenly, a wild cat leaped out from the shadows, followed by one shadow after another sweeping over the wall and silently entering the courtyard of the Flying Eagle Sect.

Inside the closed courtyard, two sect members of the five levels of body refinement had just been awakened by the cat's cry, stretched a bit, and were about to curse when a series of shadows had already landed in front of them. The two suddenly jolted, instantly waking up, and were about to shout loudly.

Shh...

Flashes of sword light passed by, and two heads flew up immediately; the blood spurting from the necks of the corpses shot up more than a full meter.

The blood fell to the ground, still steaming hot!

"Fourth Elder, didn't you say we were only taking out the ring leaders?"

"If we had let them alarm others, it would have been troublesome. It's their fault for not sleeping deeply enough."

"Makes sense, let's move forward. Whether they are really sleeping or just pretending, we can spare their lives. But let's kill anyone who dares to wake up."

Hou Ying Hou Cun felt a sudden chill in their hearts upon hearing this crude and brutal conversation from the two brothers and prayed that there would be more people sleeping in the Flying Eagle Sect tonight; otherwise, they didn't know when the Lower Hou Sect could be fully assembled.

More than a hundred people stormed into the Flying Eagle Sect. Even with utter silence, it was impossible to leave no trace. Sounds of muffled groans and screams rose one after another. It wasn't just the Flying Eagle Sect; even some neighbors with light sleep heard the noises.

However, with these kinds of vendettas typical in the martial world, capable persons generally chose to turn a blind eye, let alone ordinary neighbors.

In the main hall of the Flying Eagle Sect, Su Li, who had just woken up from the noises, had already dressed and was darting towards the rear hall when suddenly a flash of silver light entered his field of vision, abruptly stopping him in his tracks.

Su Li leaped up without hesitating, focused only on rushing to the rear hall. However, the silver light was not only fast but also cunningly angled, targeting his crotch and face. In just three or two moves, he was forced back.

With no other choice, Su Li opened his mouth, about to shout loudly.

"Su Li, if you dare make any sound, your whole family won't survive. Don't believe it? Just try!"

Hou Yujie's inherently soft voice, mixed with the eerie moonlit night, instantly sent shivers down one's spine.

Other than Tie Budong and his sons, the Flying Eagle Sect also had three warriors of the Open Body Eightfold level, and Su Li was one of them—not only the youngest but also the only one whose surname wasn't Tie.

After hearing the threat, Su Li was only startled for a moment before realizing that Hou Yujie... did not intend to kill him.

"You're a smart man, you know what to do, right?"

Su Li nodded. He had long seen what was going on with the Flying Eagle Sect. The fact that Hou Yujie dared to bring so many people here to kill him was enough to explain a lot.

In front of Hou Yujie, he forcefully struck his Shen Tang, the upper star acupuncture point on his head, and fainted to the ground.

Dealing with smart people is indeed a pleasure!

Hou Yujie paid no more attention to Su Li on the ground but turned his gaze toward the direction of the rear hall of the Flying Eagle Sect, a hint of cold light rising in his eyes.

In the master bedroom of the rear hall of the Flying Eagle Sect, Tie Budong, who was embracing his ninth concubine, felt a flash of cold light across his cheek. His ear twitched slightly, and his pupils dilated as he abruptly threw the woman in his arms away, leaped up from the bed, and grabbed the large sword by the window.

The cold light was just the beginning; a dozen chaotic sword flashes followed, slicing the soft bed into pieces.

As for the concubine, she was decapitated in her sleep.

Seeing the bed and the concubine, Tie Budong's body broke out in a cold sweat. As the sword lights subsided, the sight of Hou Yujie's sinister and charming face caused him to freeze up, then explode in rage, "Hou Lao Si, you're courting death!"

His fury was justified. The tie with Hou Yuxiao half a year ago not only secured his own position but also let the Hou Clan rise from the ashes, all at the expense of the Flying Eagle Sect, stepping over him to ascend, which made him hate Hou Yuxiao to the bone.

Now, half a year later, he had to admit that he was getting older and might no longer be a match for Hou Yuxiao.

But Hou Lao Si, Hou Yujie, what did he count for, barging into his Flying Eagle Sect in the middle of the night to kill him, the sect leader!

Tie Budong's blood boiled, and his anger allowed him to display strength far beyond his usual power. Clenching the long sword in his hand, his blood energy concentrated on it. His strength of nine tigers erupted instantly, the blade's edge as sharp as ice, bringing forth a fierce wind.

"Hou Yuxiao that monstrous idiot's arrogance was bad enough, but you, Hou Lao Si, dare to be so rampant. You little eunuch, today I will send you to your death!"

Upon hearing the word 'little eunuch', the murderous intent in Hou Yujie's eyes intensified even more.

How can a sword compare to the speed of a blade?

Even Hou Yucheng, who practiced the Swift Blade Technique, was reluctant to compare speed with Hou Yujie, let alone Tie Budong's blade...

Before Tie Budong's blade reached him, Hou Yujie's soft sword had already approached his front.

Blades of sword light, finely dense like raindrops under the moonlight, were swung out in front of him.

He too was a Warrior of the Tenth Level of Body Opening. When unleashing his full power, the strength of nine tigers enhanced those rain-like blades of sword light that instantly filled the room, reflecting the terror in Tie Budong's pupils.

"To actually conjure Torrential Rain, how is that possible?"

In Zhaoyang County, there were only a few warriors of the Tenth Level of Body Opening, and everyone knew what martial arts the others practiced.

The Hou Clan's only third-rate martial technique, Black Dragon Thirteen Forms, was practiced only by Hou Yuxiao; Hou Yucheng practiced the Swift Blade Technique, Hou Yujie the Torrential Rain Sword Technique, and Hou Yuling practiced a whip technique.

Half a year ago, when it was known that the three from the Hou Family did not practice the Thirteen Styles of the Black Dragon, everyone in Zhaoyang County, including Tie Budong, laughed at their foolishness.

How can an unorthodox martial art compare with the Thirteen Styles of the Black Dragon!

That was the common thought at the time, and Tie Budong was no exception. But now, as he watched Hou Yujie unleash sword lights dense as raindrops, he wavered...

Generally speaking, for most of the martial arts in the world, one could tell their form upon reaching the Transformative Realm just by their names.

Such was the case with orthodox martial arts like the Thirteen Styles of the Black Dragon, or the Buddhist Slaughter Blade Technique that he practiced, or even the Wolf Poison Palm of the Green Wolf Gang.

Torrential Rain Sword Technique, as its name implies, could only unleash the Torrential Rain Sword Light in the Transformative Realm.

How could it be possible!

As Tie Budong met Hou Yujie's confident gaze, his pupils shrank suddenly, his face hardened, and his body leaned forward, with his blade light relentlessly advancing.

"So what if it's the Transformative Realm? It is still an unorthodox martial art. I have been immersed in the Buddhist Slaughter Blade Technique for decades, why should I fear you, die!"

The blade light rubbed against the air, and suddenly a deep Buddhist chant sounded, all nine forces of the tiger converging upon the blade, fiercely colliding with the Torrential Rain Sword Light ahead.

The moment the two forces collided, a ruthless smile formed at the corner of Tie Budong's mouth.

His Breaking Tiger Blade, though not classified as a fine blade, was also a precious common grade, bought by the Flying Eagle Sect for ten thousand taels of silver.

Hou Yujie's Transformative Realm Torrential Rain Sword Technique was dazzling indeed, but his fully developed Buddhist Slaughter Blade Technique was also not weak, not to mention the gap in their weapons.

This battle, he won...

Although a trace of joy arose in Tie Budong's heart, more were indeed feelings of shock and dread. If a Hou Lao Si could make him fight for his life, what about Hou Lao Er and Hou Lao San, and that Hou Lao Da!

"You didn't think I came alone, did you?"

Hou Yujie's slightly mocking, soft voice resonated, instantly tightening Tie Budong's mind and spirit. Suddenly, a round object was thrown in from outside the door, and he instinctively dodged to the side.

After dodging, he turned his head to see what it was, and his rage surged, his face filled with sorrow and anger...

"Tie Tucheng!"

The round object was none other than his only son, Tie Tucheng!

Before he had time to relax, suddenly five or six heads were tossed in from the door. Tie Budong followed their trail on the ground one by one. In an instant, his pupils burst open, his face filled with sorrow, his mouth agape, unable to utter a word, falling directly into a daze.

While he was dazed, a swift and fierce blade light shot straight in from the window, the robust Hou Yucheng holding a large blade, with the long blade diving forward directly piercing through Tie Budong.

The master of the Flying Eagle Sect who had rooted in Zhaoyang County for decades, Tie Budong thus died with a face full of sorrow, decapitated, falling into a pool of blood.

"Two years ago, my father died, from the day you all decided to suppress my Hou Clan, the fate of your Flying Eagle Sect at this moment was sealed!"

Hou Yucheng's domineering voice crushed the last bit of consciousness in Tie Budong, turning his sorrow in his eyes into intense regret and reluctance.

"It should be about time on the side of the Third as well, let's wrap it up!"

Hou Yujie nodded lightly, with all the core members of the Flying Eagle Sect killed, it was naturally their time to reap, the two leading more than a hundred people from the Lower Hou Sect completely looted the entire assets of the Flying Eagle Sect.

Having done all this, as they were preparing to leave, suddenly a powerful aura burst forth from outside the city, both men's faces changed simultaneously.

......

Dongkang Street, the stronghold of the Green Wolf Gang.

Like the Flying Eagle Sect, with the core members of the Green Wolf Gang slain by Hou Yuling and Gao Cheng, feeling that terrifying aura, they abruptly looked up towards the East City Gate, their faces changing uniformly.

......

In fact, not just them, in the city, any martial artist who had reached the Nine Layer Blood Exchange Realm and could sense the fluctuation of vital energy, even if asleep, were awoken, looking towards the east of the city, and many bold enough even rushed towards it.

And some martial artists upon waking, the first sensation was the city being filled with a faint scent of blood, and some stronger practitioners immediately detected that the source of this bloody scent was from both Dongkang and Feiyun streets.

Coincidentally, the Hou Family people were just retreating from these places, converging towards Changle Street. The slightly clever ones immediately guessed a terrifying conjecture as pupils constricted.

These people, gathering courage, walked towards Dongkang and Feiyun streets, entering the bases of the Green Wolf Gang and the Flying Eagle Sect respectively.

The tragic state of the two sects immediately sent chills down their spines...

And just as they were horrified, in the midst of the night, a dazzling sword light over ten meters long suddenly lit up in the east of the city, rendering everyone's faces stunned.

Following that a forceful voice resounding with Righteous Qi thundered in the skies of Zhaoyang City.

"Yong Rong scoundrels, daring to abduct my daughter, do you think the Righteous Path has no one left!

Zhaoyang Demon Path, everyone deserves death, Mountain Sword Sect members heed my command, breach the Zhaoyang City Gate, slaughter these Demon Path scoundrels thoroughly, leave none behind!"

"Attack Zhaoyang City, Tian Linong, have you lost your mind, dare you break the alliance between two provinces?"

This voice belonged to Cheng Yue, the newly appointed Warden Chief from earlier in the day, albeit now his voice clearly carried a trace of disbelief and panic.

Yet, the other party clearly anticipated what he was going to say, the tone slightly filled with indignation, "A peace agreement personally signed by the Holy Sect, how could Tian dare to breach it at will? Yet, your Yongzhou Demon Path has overstepped far too much by abducting my beloved daughter, an intolerable act! Even if the Holy Sect places blame, Tian is willing to bear it.

Enough talk, face my sword!"