Chapter 3: Plunder (Part 2)

The Ancestor of the Seventh-Level Altar was the ultimate power of the Gu Mi family. He rarely appeared under normal circumstances, but this time, with the family facing extinction, he had to step in. As the family’s ultimate warrior, he held power similar to that of the clan leader.

The other ancestors, who also held significant power within the family, all had grim expressions, their eyes fixed on the clan leader.

Clan Leader Mi Zhengji’s face turned ashen. Holding a jade talisman in his hand, he gritted his teeth and said, “Zhengfeng is dead! My brother Mi Zhengfeng is dead! I want to know damn well who brought such a powerful enemy upon us!”

The professional from the Seventh-Level Altar was named Mi Chong—a super-heavyman who always kept the altar compressed into a flat shape and sat on it. This wasn’t because he was lazy, but because his legs had completely merged with the altar. If the altar collapsed, he wouldn’t even be able to walk.

Mi Chong asked calmly, “Was this the latest news? Who is responsible for this?”

Mi Zhengji stared at a tall, thin man with a skull-like face. His eyes glowed like ghostly flames, his expression extremely grim—blue tinged with black—with a few drops of sweat on his forehead. The man said, “Uncle, Ancestor, it’s my responsibility…”

Mi Chong slammed the altar violently and shouted, “Mi Peng, you bastard! Such an important matter, and you only report it to the clan leader now? They’ve already invaded the Core Continent… Are you dead?”

Mi Peng trembled violently. Gritting his teeth, he said, “They appeared so suddenly that we didn’t have time to react. The speed of information transmission was too slow. I… I just found out too…”

Clan Leader Mi Zhengji was a giant, standing three meters tall, with large hands and feet. Bareheaded, his massive frame naturally exuded an invisible pressure. He roared, “Bastard! You fucking bastard! How are you managing things? Are you all ancestors dead? Don’t you know anything usually? Damn it!”

Although these ancestors usually acted domineerously, they didn’t dare even breathe loudly at this moment, bowing their heads and listening to Mi Zhengji’s scolding. Then they heard Mi Chong curse, “Mi Peng, if there’s no solution to this situation, I’ll tear you apart! Now, tell me everything from start to finish!”

Mi Chong was the true ancestor among the ancestors in the family. If the clan leader made a mistake, he dared to scold him harshly. The strength of the Seventh-Level Altar was enough to overshadow any family member.

Although Mi Peng was the family’s chief administrator with terrifying power, his true strength was only that of a third-tier altar user, which was inferior to many of the elders. However, he was skilled in management. In the family, barring any accidents, his position was second only to the clan leader. Although the decision to occupy and attack lower-tier continents was made by the higher-ups, he was the one who actually carried out the operations, overseeing almost all major family affairs.

Having served as chief administrator for so many years, Mi Peng gradually became more composed. What he really couldn’t bear was the pressure from Elder Mi Zhong. After a while, he said, “So far, we’ve suffered heavy losses—many of our family’s experts have died… These people seem to be professional experts from a continent we conquered and plundered. They were probably traveling elsewhere and, upon returning, found their family or sect destroyed, so they came to seek revenge…”

Elder Mi Zhong said coldly, “Based on the information we have so far, what’s their strength?”

Mi Peng replied, “According to the news from Mi Xia City… there’s one professional user with a seventh-tier altar, one with a sixth-tier altar, one with a fourth-tier altar, and three with first-tier altars. Notably… Chen Tianyao is among them. Also, both the sixth- and seventh-tier users possess Soul Altars!”

Hearing that there were professional users with sixth- and seventh-tier altars, Elder Mi Zhong wasn’t overly concerned. But when he learned that these two also had Soul Altars, his expression changed slightly, and his heart stirred intensely. Seriously, dealing with professional users with Soul Altars meant trouble of an extraordinary scale.

Mi Zhengji gritted his teeth and said, “Two professional users with Soul Altars! How the hell did this happen?”

All the elders present broke into cold sweats. A Soul Altar was a special type of altar, mostly inherited by the Black Symbol Clan. Professional users with Soul Altars advanced by killing others, allowing them to challenge opponents beyond their own rank. With Elder Mi Zhong’s strength and the help of other elder-level experts in the family, ordinary altar users could be easily defeated. But now, things had become much more complicated. If Elder Mi Zhong couldn’t hold them back, they would face a massacre.

What to do?

After a while, Mi Zhengji asked, “Is there any way to resolve this?” Though he had a fiery temper, he was a shrewd man—otherwise, he wouldn’t have reached such a position.

Mi Peng’s gaunt face showed a bitter expression as he slowly said, “It’s impossible… Because over the past few decades, we’ve given up on almost all the continents we occupied. All the professionals were killed, with only a few female professionals taken as slaves. The entire population of those continents was plundered and turned into slaves. I think… they won’t reconcile with us.”

Mi Zhong also couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat—this was far too cruel. He rarely paid attention to the family’s actions and wouldn’t intervene unless there was a crisis. He focused solely on cultivating his own soul. He never expected someone within the family to do such things. He asked doubtfully, “Don’t you know… that an ancient family can conquer lower-tier continents using various methods? Why use such extreme measures?”

Mi Peng replied, “It’s because they’re lower-tier continents. There are usually no altar-level experts there. For them, grand masters are already the top professionals, so…”

Mi Zhong, furious, slammed his hand on the top of the altar and cursed, “Idiot! Who doesn’t know… the experts from lower-tier continents have gone out to seek opportunities to advance. They won’t stay on their original continents…”

Mi Peng muttered softly, “Even if there are a few altar-level experts, it won’t shake our family.”

Mi Zhong wanted to slap him several times. He said coldly, “Yes, yes, there are no altar-level experts. Damn it, tell me—can you really stop those altar-level experts who’ve come this time?”

Mi Peng felt aggrieved but dared not argue. The feeling made him so miserable he wanted to vomit blood. After a long while, he finally said, “I… I…”

Mi Zhong snarled, “Damn you!”

Although Mi Zhengji was also furious, he was still the clan leader. He said, “Go on, how do you plan to solve this problem?”

Mi Peng replied, “We’ve already gone to the recruitment association to hire a group of altar-level experts… With our family’s forces as well, if we can concentrate our strength, we should be able to defeat them.”

Mi Zhengji pondered for a moment before saying, “Defeating them… is meaningless. We must kill them. The threat is too great. Ancestor, do you have any ideas?”

The fat on Mi Zhong’s face trembled slightly as he said, “That won’t work. Mi Peng’s plan isn’t feasible. They’re not dead. They’ll wait for you to surround them. As long as they keep moving and attacking, you’re helpless.”

Mi Peng smiled bitterly. “It happened too suddenly… We didn’t have time to make preparations.”

Mi Zhengji wore a gloomy expression; the death of Mi Zhengfeng hit him hard. After a long while, he said, “As long as we can suppress those two Soul Altar professionals, the rest of them aren’t a threat.”
Mi Peng was in a mess, not knowing what to say. After hesitating, he said, “Ancestor, can we invite that person?”
Immediately, murmurs filled the hall. Clearly, all the ancestors knew who that person was.
Mi Zhong’s expression changed slightly. He hesitated for a moment before saying, “That person isn’t easy to invite… the cost is too high, and he’s not very friendly toward our family.”
Mi Peng said, “No matter what the cost, if we can get that person here, we have a chance to solve this… We’re facing a crisis that could destroy our family. As long as we can overcome this crisis, anything is worth it. As long as the family survives, everything else can be regained. Besides, Ancestor knows him well—if you go to invite him, it will be much better than if we go.”
Mi Zhong sighed. “Is that person really that easy to invite?” But at this point, as an ancestor, he couldn’t stay out of it. He said, “Alright, I’ll do my best. Be prepared—this cost will definitely be high. What that person needs isn’t just any ordinary item.”
Mi Peng said, “Don’t worry. I’ll be responsible for gathering it from various continents and major cities. As long as we have it… we won’t hesitate to spend it.”
Mi Zhengji said, “Even if the family doesn’t have it, we can issue missions to have people search for it!” He was also determined. He added, “As long as that person agrees to come, we’ll definitely be able to kill those troublemakers! Not a single one of them will be spared…” A fierce look appeared on his face.
At that moment, a message token flew in and was caught by Mi Peng. After taking a quick look, his face turned purple. Mi Zhengji asked, “What’s wrong? Are it those people again?” Before he finished speaking, seven or eight more message tokens rushed in through the gate, one of which was Mi Zhengji’s. He caught it as well.
“Qingdao City! How could they go to Qingdao City?”
All the ancestors were shocked, their mouths wide open.
After roaring, Mi Zhengji’s straight back suddenly sagged. Qingdao City housed the greatest ancestral altar of the ancient Mi family. One of those altars was left by a master of the eighth-tier altar, making it the most famous and highest-level ancestral altar in the family. It was related to the family’s inheritance and its very survival.
Mi Peng trembled violently. Then, another message token flew in. He caught it and, after taking a quick look, started screaming, “I’ll kill you all… I’ll kill these bastards… Ah, ah, ah…”
Mi Zhong shouted, “Mi Peng!”

Mi Peng spun twice on the ground and stomped, saying, “They destroyed our family’s ancestral altar! They destroyed all the advanced ancestral altars!”
Mi Zhengji and Mi Chong stood up abruptly, though Mi Chong only managed to lift half of his body, his legs still stuck in the altar. The two stared at Mi Peng in shock. Mi Zhengji’s face turned dark; just as he was about to speak, a mouthful of blood sprayed out.
Chaos ensued immediately.
Mi Chong slammed down on the altar, causing it to fly into the air. He said, “I’ll go and get that person, no matter what the cost! Mi Peng! Get everything I need ready—whatever it is that person wants. Use any method you have to find it for me!”
Mi Peng’s eyes turned red as he said, “I will! I’ll definitely gather whatever our ancestor needs!”
After a while, Mi Zhengji roared, “We’ll never stop fighting!”