Martial arts have become extinct worldwide, yet I am forced to have a large family.

G District, Hunter's Mansion.

This is a gathering place for martial artists in Zone G, but it is not an official event venue.

Warriors can come here to trade, buy supplies, and gather intelligence...

"Uncle! It's him!"

"That ugly old man hit me!"

Huang Mao pointed to a figure not far away and cried to Tang Dao beside him.

"Shut up!"

Tang Dao glanced at his nephew, then suddenly slammed his fingers down on his head:

"What did I tell you before I left?"

"This time, you just stay on the sidelines and observe, learn a lot, and ask lots of questions!"

"I didn't mean for you to come in like a mad dog, yelling for revenge!"

Tang Dao turned his gaze to the figure his nephew had pointed to.

This person has an average appearance...

There's nothing particularly special about it.

But Tang Dao had spent half his life struggling in District G, relying not on brute force, but on his brains.

He knew who he could mess with and who he had to stay far away from.

If we can win, then everything is negotiable.

If we can't beat them...

What nephew?

Sorry, I don't know you.

"But Uncle..." The blond-haired man covered his head, his face full of grievance.

"But what?" Tang Dao glanced at him coldly. "If you want revenge, you can..."

"But before we take action, we need to probe his capabilities first."

"Probe the bottom? How do we do that?"

The blond-haired man looked completely bewildered.

Tang Dao ignored him, only a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Watch carefully and learn well!"

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On the other hand, Yang Xian was indeed having a bit of a headache.

"We've bought all the basic supplies, but..."

Yang Xian looked at the newly purchased map from all angles and discovered a fatal problem.

He knew nothing about the outside world.

The map only shows the approximate terrain and directions.

But which path is the best, where powerful monsters lurk, and where deadly poisonous insects and beasts lurk...

This crucial information wasn't written on the map at all.

"well--!"

"I underestimated things..."

Yang Xian sighed.

This was my first time going out of the city on a mission, and I was extremely inexperienced.

Intelligence, supplies, decision-making... none of them can be missing!

Otherwise, one wrong move and you could lose your life.

You're still too inexperienced!

"How about we team up?"

"No, that won't work either..."

Finding teammates on short notice is too risky. You can't judge a book by its cover, and you might end up getting hurt by your so-called "teammates."

Yang Xian was not willing to take that risk.

Fortunately, he had the strength of the three realms as a safety net, and the system as the ultimate insurance.

Even if you miss something along the way, you can just use points to redeem it.

His gaze swept across the bulletin board in the lobby of the mansion.

Ultimately, it all came down to a recruitment advertisement.

"Oh, right!"

"Outbound tour group!"

It was an escort team spontaneously organized by local martial artists.

He was specifically responsible for leading martial artists like Yang Xian, who were unfamiliar with the local environment, out of the city along relatively safe routes.

Outsiders pay a fee, follow the team to the appropriate fork in the road, and then leave the team to complete their own tasks.

"This is good!"

Yang Xian quickly found a "group going out of the city" with a relatively suitable route.

[The "Sharp Knife" outbound tour group will depart tomorrow at 6:00 AM. Route: ...]

[One spot remains!]

Yang Xian adjusted his backpack and quickly walked to the registration area.

Just as he reached for the pen on the table...

A slender, fair hand suddenly reached out from the side and snatched the pen away.

With lightning speed, he signed three flamboyant characters in the last blank space—

"Emperor Ye!"

Yang Xian: ? ? ?

What kind of emperor?

He slowly turned his head and looked to the side.

A tall woman appeared beside me at some point.

She wore a black baseball cap pulled low over her head and a pure black face mask, revealing only a pair of cold and sharp eyes.

Her long purple hair was casually draped over her shoulders, and she wore a black combat suit with high-heeled over-the-knee boots covering her thighs.

What is most striking is the large black bow she carries on her back.

"Miss."

Yang Xian frowned, but his tone remained polite. "Everything has its order of arrival. I was the one who had my eye on this position first."

"So what?" The purple-haired woman finished signing and casually tossed the pen aside.

"I signed it first!"

Hearing this, Yang Xian was amused by her self-righteous attitude: "You're cutting in line, do you understand?"

"All I know is that opportunity favors the fast." The purple-haired woman crossed her arms, her attitude assertive. "If you're slow, it means you're not qualified."

The martial artist in charge of recruitment looked at the two with a troubled expression, unsure of what to do.

These two don't look like they're easy to mess with!

Just as the atmosphere was getting tense, a calm voice came from behind.

"Gentlemen, gentlemen, please calm down."

Tang Dao walked over at some point, a smile on his face.

"Brother Dao!" The martial artist in charge of recruitment greeted Tang Dao respectfully upon seeing him.

The surrounding martial artists also turned their heads to look.

Although Tang Dao is not the strongest in G district, he is righteous and tactful.

I'm doing pretty well here.

Many people are willing to give him face.

Tang Dao first nodded to the recruiter, then looked at Yang Xian and the purple-haired woman and smiled, "There's only one spot, and both of you want it. This is indeed a bit difficult."

"However, I do have a fair way."

Tang Dao took a coin out of his pocket and tossed it between his fingers.

"How about we use the oldest method: flipping a coin?"

"Each of you choose one side; those who guess correctly stay, and those who guess incorrectly leave."

"But there's one condition: the winner has to buy me, Old Tang, a drink as compensation for my hard work as the notary..."

"how?"

Looking at the middle-aged man who had come to his rescue, Yang Xian became more wary.

Who is this person?

Why did you come to help us with the notarization?

"No problem," the purple-haired woman spoke first. "I choose the front!"

"Then I'll take the other side!" Yang Xian shrugged.

"Okay! It's settled then!"

Tang Dao smiled and flicked his thumb lightly.

Om-!

The coin spun rapidly in the air, emitting a slight buzzing sound, and drew a silver arc under the light.

All eyes were focused on that small coin.

A subtle, unnoticed smile played at the corners of Tang Dao's mouth.

He has a unique skill that he has practiced diligently for many years: he can precisely control whether a coin falls heads or tails.

Today, it comes in handy!

Tang Dao steadily caught the falling coin with the back of his hand, then slowly removed his palm from it.

The design on the coin was clearly visible to everyone...

It's the opposite!

Tang Dao looked at the purple-haired woman with a regretful expression.

"Miss, it seems your luck isn't so good today!"

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In a corner not far away, the blond-haired man was scratching his head in frustration.

"What is Uncle doing?"

"Not only will you not help me get revenge, but you're also helping that ugly freak?"

A henchman next to him glanced at the blond-haired guy and shook his head helplessly.

Brother Dao is such a smart person.

How could someone have such a stupid nephew?

Another slightly older henchman patted the blond-haired guy on the shoulder.

"Nephew, according to the rules, you need to register your personal information when joining the outbound group."

"While personal information such as appearance, age, and martial arts talent doesn't need to be registered, there's one thing that absolutely must be registered..."

"That's the level of mastery!"

Once we know what level Yang Xian is at...

Tang Dao then understood whether or not he should avenge his nephew.

Huang Mao then realized what was going on.

"As expected of my uncle! How come I never thought of that!"

Everyone: ...

You'd be lucky to even imagine that!

Just then, one of his underlings slipped over silently.

"Second brother, we know that person's exact cultivation level!"

"He's at the mid-stage of the second realm!"