Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

A month and a half.

The four branches of the Azure Dragon Society are simultaneously exerting their influence in four directions, and are encroaching on new territories every day.

In Yiyue Hall, Shangguan Jin Hong expanded the Dragon Scale Guard to three hundred men in Pingyang County. Jing Wuming personally oversaw the selection process, resulting in a rejection rate of over 70%—less than three out of every ten people could remain. They eliminated the Heavenly Net's hidden agents three times without a single casualty, as cleanly as cutting tofu with a knife.

In February, Chai Yuguan transformed Guangling Prefecture into the economic heart of the Azure Dragon Society. Eighty percent of medicinal herbs, sixty percent of ironware, and forty percent of dockworkers and porters—all came into his possession. He established the rule: "Pay taxes according to the law, no cheating the young or old. Those who cheat and monopolize the market will have their entire family exterminated." The merchants of Guangling Prefecture cursed his ruthlessness behind his back, but dared not utter a sound to his face.

In the garden of the Carefree Marquis's Puppet Manor, a dozen more wax figures have appeared at the Sanyue Hall. The remaining bandit gangs of Xunyang Prefecture have been completely wiped out, and the waterway leading to Qishan Prefecture is firmly controlled. A scout who had seen the wax figures from afar returned and vomited for three days straight.

In April, Lei Sun waged a war of attrition against the Iron Blood Hall in Yanmen Prefecture for a full forty days. Tie Wushuang launched three attacks, only to be led by the nose each time, and the outer strongholds of the Wolf Fang Alliance were gradually devoured. Duan Peng remained holed up in the prefectural city, not even daring to peek out.

More than twenty factions, large and small, were destroyed. The number on the system panel finally stopped at 2,100,000.

Two million.

late at night.

I rode alone northward for two hours and entered a desolate mountain.

There was no one in sight for fifty miles around, and the nearest outpost was thirty miles away. Even a Grandmaster's perception couldn't reach this area.

"System, use Platinum Summon twice."

Two clusters of deep golden light exploded deep within the desolate mountains.

This time, the light was completely different from the golden summoning—no longer a warm gold, but a deep gold as thick and blazing as lava. Wherever the light passed, the ground trembled slightly, and a suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if some ancient behemoth was breaking out of the earth.

The night birds on the desolate mountain took flight in fright, but after flying less than a hundred feet, they seemed to crash into an invisible barrier and fell to the ground one after another, their wings flapping loudly before falling into dead silence.

The man who emerged from the first burst of light was tall and broad-shouldered. His square face was sharply defined, with thick, ink-black eyebrows and piercing eyes. His temples were slightly streaked with gray, but his profound authority was more imposing than any youthful vigor.

He wore a dark purple brocade robe with a jade belt around his waist, and every step he took felt like stepping on people's hearts. His eyes held no joy or anger, only calculation—a calm and ruthless attitude that regarded all things in the world as pawns and all lives as accounts.

Ouyang Feiying.

Lord of Sifang City, Grandmaster Level 2.

In the original world, he was a top-tier tyrant who colluded with Bantianyue to massacre the entire Sifang City. For power, he was willing to personally destroy the city he had painstakingly built up over many years. His ruthlessness and viciousness would place him among the most powerful figures in any world.

He stood atop the desolate mountain, his aura as deep and unfathomable as an abyss. Half of the suffocating pressure in the air came from his presence. Within a radius of several feet, the rubble rolled silently outwards, as if pushed aside by an invisible hand.

However, when his gaze fell upon Dongfang Weiwo, an almost devout reverence appeared in his dark and deep eyes.

He bowed slightly towards Dongfang Weiwo.

"Ouyang Feiying greets his lord."

The Grandmaster realm has nine levels, each a formidable chasm. Ordinary martial artists would struggle to even cross a single minor realm in their entire lives, the difference in strength between each level being like an insurmountable chasm. Only those exceptional talents standing at the pinnacle of their era could, with their unparalleled talent and extraordinary combat prowess, overcome the barriers between realms and fight beyond their level.

The man who emerged from the second beam of light caused Dongfang Weiwu's pupils to contract slightly.

He wasn't taller than Ouyang Feiying, but the moment he stepped out of the light, the wind in the entire desolate mountain stopped.

It's not a metaphor; it really has stopped.

The howling mountain wind seemed to be held down by an invisible giant hand, and the grass and trees within a radius of a hundred feet remained motionless, even the air seemed to solidify into amber.

He was a man with a cold, sculpted face, his eyes as deep and unfathomable as an ancient well, revealing no emotion. His brow bones were high, his eyebrows slanted upwards into his temples, his nose was straight as a sword's spine, and his lips were pressed tightly into a line. His long hair cascaded over his shoulders, gently stirred by the night breeze—or rather, the wind carefully skirted around him.

He wore a long, dark robe, completely black, without any patterns, its simplicity bordering on arrogance. He carried no swords or jade ornaments at his waist, and his hands were clasped behind his back.

What truly alarmed Dongfang Weiwo was the invisible aura emanating from him.

The vegetation within a radius of several dozen feet all bowed down, not because of the wind, but because of an invisible force pressing it down. The pebbles on the ground trembled slightly, as if unable to bear the pressure of his weight. As he stood there, the center of gravity of the world seemed to shift slightly in his favor.

This is what it means to "rule the world".

It's not written on his face, it's etched into every bone and blood, ingrained in every step he takes. He doesn't need to speak, doesn't need to make a move, doesn't even need to look—as long as he stands there, everyone knows that he's the one in charge here.

Li Chenzhou.

Li Chenzhou, leader of the Power Gang, known as "Ruling the World," is a Grandmaster of the third level.

In the original world, he single-handedly propelled the Power Clan to a level that rivaled the entire martial arts world. To seize supremacy in the martial arts world, he was ruthless and unscrupulous. His ambition was never written on his face, but everyone who met him understood immediately: this man was born to sit at the top.

Li Chenzhou's gaze fell on Dongfang Weiwo.

He slowly clasped his hands in a fist salute and nodded slightly. The movement was small, yet it was as heavy and powerful as a mountain collapsing.

"Li Chenzhou greets the lord." His voice was deep and resonant, like distant thunder, rolling across the sky and making people's chests tingle.

Dongfang Weiwo remained silent for a moment.

Under the moonlight, two grandmasters stood before him, one on his left and one on his right, one as sinister as an eagle, the other as majestic as a mountain. On this desolate mountain, the wind dared not blow, and the insects dared not chirp.

Dongfang Weiwo slowly opened his mouth.

"Li Chenzhou, you have joined the Azure Dragon Society and will become one of the Four Dragon Leaders, commanding all members of the Azure Dragon Society."

Li Chenzhou remained silent, only slightly turning his head, his gaze filled with focus.

"The Azure Dragon Society currently has four branches and four branch leaders: Shangguan Jin Hong of the First Branch, Chai Yu Guan of the Second Branch, Xiao Yao Hou of the Third Branch, and Lei Sun of the Fourth Branch."

Dongfang Weiwo stood with his hands behind his back, his voice carrying far across the desolate mountains, "These four each have their own fighting style and their own ambitions, and they are not subordinate to each other. Each of them is an unparalleled hero, and ordinary people simply cannot suppress them."

He paused, then looked directly into Li Chenzhou's eyes.

"But you are different."

Dongfang Weiwo's voice lowered by half a degree, but became deeper and heavier, "You are an unparalleled overlord, born to sit at the highest point. I need you to take charge of the Azure Dragon Society as one of the Four Dragon Leaders, overseeing the entire operation. When necessary, let everyone know—you stand behind the Azure Dragon Society."

After listening, Li Chenzhou's unfathomable eyes narrowed slightly, and then he slowly nodded.

"I've got it."

If he can elevate the Power Gang to a level that rivals the entire martial arts world, he can push the Azure Dragon Society to an even more terrifying peak.

Dongfang Weiwo turned to Ouyang Feiying.

"Go to the East Sea. King Biancheng of the Underworld, Yang Dingtian, has already established a foothold in the Southwest Sea, but the Sea Sand Gang will eventually emerge in full force. You will become one of the Ten Kings of Hell—King Qin Guang."

Ouyang Feiying's lips curled slightly upward, revealing a smile devoid of any warmth. That smile was like a newly drawn sword, flashing with cold light before being sheathed again.

He bowed again, his movements slower and more solemn than before, as if he wanted to carve every word into his bones.

"King Qin Guang. East Sea. Good."

His voice was calm, yet it carried an undisguised murderous intent. "Rest assured, my lord, I have put Sha Tongtian's head on my tab."

He straightened up, paused, and then asked, "What is Sha Tongtian's cultivation level?"

"Grandmaster Level Two"

Ouyang Feiying nodded and didn't ask any more questions.

Grandmaster Level Two—the same realm as him. But the same realm does not mean the same combat strength. The Grandmaster realm has nine levels, and the difference between each level is indeed insurmountable, but within the same realm, there are still differences in combat strength. Ouyang Feiying's martial arts have never relied on overwhelming opponents with higher realms.

Dongfang Weiwo mounted his horse and flicked the reins in his hand: "You can decide the specifics yourselves."

Li Chenzhou and Ouyang Feiying exchanged a glance.

They each turned around. One went west, the other east.

Li Chenzhou's steps were as steady as a mountain, each step causing the earth to tremble slightly, and withered grass crumbled into powder beneath his feet. His dark robes cast a moving shadow in the moonlight, and wherever he passed, the chirping of insects abruptly ceased.

He will travel to the core of the Azure Dragon Society to meet those four powerful hall masters—to show them what true "ruling the world" really means.

Ouyang Feiying's figure vanished into the eastern night like a ghost. His dark purple robes flashed for a moment before merging into the darkness, like a drop of ink falling into the thick night.

Bibo Island, the Underworld, and over eighty warships of the Sea Sand Gang are about to invade. He, as King Qin Guang, will teach Sha Tongtian a lesson he will never forget.

I, alone in the East, rein in my horse and look back.

The night was dark, and the two figures had long since vanished. Only crushed pebbles and bent vegetation remained on the barren mountain, proving that what had just happened was not an illusion.

He turned his horse around and slowly rode back the way he came.

The wind picked up again, ruffling his robes and dispersing the lingering chill in the air.

The intelligence from the Sea Sand Gang arrived even faster than Dongfang Weiwo had anticipated.

The day after Ouyang Feiying arrived at Bibo Island, an urgent military report was delivered to Yang Dingtian.

The messenger, drenched in sweat, knelt on one knee, his voice trembling: "King Biancheng, the Sea Sand Gang—all forces mobilized!"

Yang Dingtian opened the military report, skimming through it, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

Gang leader Sha Tongtian personally led over two thousand elite men and more than eighty warships of various sizes, plunging out in full force. The sails blotted out the sky, and the masts formed a forest, pressing down from the sea like a moving dark cloud.

The last time the Southwest branch was wiped out by the Underworld, and Grandmasters Han Dali and Liu Wuchang were killed, Sha Tongtian tolerated it. Because of the constraints imposed by the three giant islands of the East Sea, he could not mobilize the entire strength of his gang to deal with a small, newly emerging force.

But this time is different.

Yang Dingtian put down the military report and turned to his deputy: "What conditions did Sha Tongtian offer to gain the tacit approval of the three giant islands?"

The deputy shook his head: "We can't find anything. But to shut those three old foxes up at the same time, Sha Tongtian must have taken a huge cut."

Yang Dingtian remained silent.

Ouyang Feiying was standing at the highest point of Bibo Island.

It was a black reef jutting out of the sea, more than ten feet above the water. The sea wind was sharp as a knife, making his robes flutter wildly. He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the approaching black sails where the sea and sky met.

More than eighty warships, in the morning light, resembled a school of sharks pouncing on their prey, exuding a murderous aura.

He watched for a while, and then a slow smile appeared on his lips.

That was the smile a hunter would show when he saw his prey walk right into his trap—cold, calm, and cruelly patient.

"Two thousand people, eighty boats," he muttered to himself, his voice carried away by the sea breeze, but every word was clear. "Sha Tongtian, you've come at the right time."

He turned around, his gaze passing over the ridge of Bibo Island and landing on the smoke rising from the Underworld camp in the distance.

"So I don't have to come looking for you."