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

After leaving the Green Wood Sword Sect, Ling Yunzi and Ling Xiaozi did not rush to Guangling Prefecture, but instead sneaked into the Endless Mountains under the cover of night.

The ancient ruins are located deep within the Endless Mountains, within the territory of Qinglong Temple. The entrance to the ruins is sealed by an ancient restriction, the power of which is slowly weakening and is expected to completely dissipate within a year.

The two concealed their presence and moved through the mountains and forests like ghosts.

They dared not fly, fearing they would be discovered by the monks of Qinglong Temple. Qinglong Temple's foundation was no less than that of the Antarctic Sword Sect, and Zen Master Qinglong was a top-tier expert among Grandmasters. If they were discovered, things would become troublesome.

"Senior brother," Ling Xiaozhi whispered, "that ruin is just thirty miles ahead, beyond which lies the territory of Qinglong Temple. Should we continue?"

Ling Yunzi stopped and stood in the shade of an ancient tree, gazing into the distance.

Under the moonlight, a faint golden veil of light shone deep within the mountains—the glow emanating from the ancient ruins' protective barrier. Nearby, several Buddhist temples were faintly visible, their incense smoke curling upwards.

"We're not going in," Ling Yunzi shook his head. "Going any further would make us easy targets. Our purpose here is reconnaissance, not to force our way in."

He took out a jade slip from his sleeve and recorded the fluctuations of the restriction he sensed.

"Senior brother, could Qinglong Temple also be eyeing the ruins?"

"They're definitely fighting," Ling Yunzi sneered. "That old bald monk, Zen Master Qinglong, seems indifferent to worldly affairs, but he's actually very shrewd. He couldn't possibly be unaware of the ruins; he's just waiting for the restrictions to dissipate. When that happens, we won't be the only ones vying for the ruins."

He put the jade slip into his sleeve and turned to leave.

"Let's go. Let's deal with the Azure Dragon Society first, then we can try to take over the ruins."

The two figures disappeared into the night, as if they had never existed.

Guangling Prefecture City, Eryuetang

Chai Yuguan sat in the tent, with a newly delivered secret report in front of him.

The contents of the secret report made him frown slightly—the Netherworld Dharma King of the White Lotus Sect sent people to probe a certain place, but they were all killed by a white-clad swordsman with a single sword strike. The swordsman's identity was unknown, but his swordsmanship was extremely fast, and his cultivation was unfathomable.

Chai Yuguan knew it was Ximen Chuixue, but the secret report couldn't possibly state that. After reading the report, he pondered for a moment and took out a specially made communication talisman.

This communication talisman is specifically used to contact Li Chenzhou, and only the core members of the Azure Dragon Society possess it.

He wrote a line on the talisman: "The Netherworld Dharma King of the White Lotus Sect sent men to probe your residence, but they have been repelled. All three assassins were killed by a white-clad swordsman. Please make the final decision, Dragon Head."

With a flick of the finger, the talisman turned into green smoke and dissipated.

A moment later, the wisp of smoke condensed into a single character: "Know".

Chai Yuguan looked at the word "know" and felt relieved. Li Chenzhou knew about the matter and would naturally handle it. He no longer needed to send Dugu Yi to report in person—that method was both easy to expose and did not conform to the Qinglong Society's style of operating in secrecy.

"Master," Dugu Yi said, walking in from outside, "the Feng Man Lou people are still circling around the perimeter. Should we give them some more false information?"

"No need." Chai Yuguan put away the talisman. "Let them spin around. They'll leave when they get tired."

Meanwhile, an abandoned post station outside Guangling Prefecture.

Even after giving up on taking action personally, the Netherworld King did not completely give up.

He sat on the stone steps, toying with a copper coin in his hand, his eyes gleaming. The Dongfang family had sent guards, so he couldn't force his way in, but he couldn't just go back empty-handed.

"Your Majesty," the man in gray asked cautiously, "are we really just going to let it go like this?"

The Netherworld Dharma King sneered, "Let it go? Of course not. Headquarters is pressing us hard, and the barbarians are waiting for news. If I go back empty-handed, they'll eat me alive!"

He stood up, tucked the copper coin into his sleeve, and a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes:

"Since we can't do it ourselves, we'll find someone else to do it. Who among the thirteen prefectures of the west is the most skilled at killing?"

The man in gray thought for a moment: "Skynet."

"That's right." The Netherworld Dharma King nodded. "Skynet is the largest assassin organization in the West. As long as you can afford it, they'll kill even Grandmasters. Let them deal with Dongfang Weiwo. After it's done, if the Dongfang family wants to cause trouble, they'll go after Skynet, not us."

"But... Skynet's price tag isn't low."

"Price is not an issue," said the Netherworld King.

He walked to the stone steps, took out a White Lotus Token from his sleeve, and handed it to the gray-clad man: "Take this to the Tianwang branch and tell them that the Netherworld Dharma King of the White Lotus Sect wants to see their Commander. The price is negotiable, but there's one condition—you must take action within seven days."

"Seven days?"

"The longer it drags on, the more unpredictable things will become," said the Netherworld King. "The longer it drags on, the greater the variables will be. Within seven days, I will kill Dongfang Weiwo."

The man in gray accepted the White Lotus Token, bowed, and withdrew.

The Netherworld Dharma King stood with his hands behind his back, looking towards Pingyang County, a cold smile appearing on his lips.

"So what if they are guards of the Dongfang family? When the Heavenly Net makes a move, even a Grandmaster cannot survive, let alone a junior in the Innate Realm."

He paused, then thought of the white-clad swordsman, and felt a vague unease in his heart.

"However... we need to have Skynet send a few more people. That white-clad swordsman is no ordinary person."

The people sent by the Netherworld King to the Heavenly Net have already set off, and he is waiting for news at the post station.

Suddenly, he frowned and looked up at the night sky.

In the distance, a domineering aura was rapidly approaching, like a moving mountain. He didn't recognize the aura, but he could sense the other party's cultivation level—Grandmaster Level 4.

"Who goes there?" The Netherworld King asked in a deep voice as he stepped out of the post station.

A moment later, a figure landed in the courtyard.

The man was dressed in a green robe, standing with his hands behind his back, his face cold and stern, and his brows exuding an aura of dominance.

Li Chenzhou.

"The Azure Dragon Society, Li Chenzhou," he said calmly.

The Netherworld Dharma King's pupils contracted slightly, his heart filled with inward vigilance. He did not retreat, but merely narrowed his eyes, carefully scrutinizing the newcomer: "I have long admired your name. May I ask what brings you, Headmaster Li, to visit so late at night?"

Li Chenzhou looked at him and said calmly, "Last night, your men went to Pingyang County."

The Netherworld King was startled—he knew about that matter? Was that white-robed swordsman really a member of the Azure Dragon Society? No, that swordsmanship didn't seem to belong to the Azure Dragon Society. Perhaps it was a coincidence.

"Li Longshou is joking." The Netherworld Dharma King remained expressionless. "My men have been in Guangling Prefecture and have not been to Pingyang County."

"Three grandmasters, killed with a single sword strike." Li Chenzhou didn't respond to his words, simply stating the facts. "The bodies are still outside the city. Would you like me to take you to see them?"

The Netherworld King's expression darkened slightly. After a moment of silence, he slowly said, "Even if they are my men, so what? They were just passing by and didn't harm anyone. Did Li Longshou come to visit so late at night just for such a trivial matter?"

Li Chenzhou stared at him, his fist intent surging within him, but he did not make a move.

"This is the first and the last time," he said coldly. "The Azure Dragon Society's territory is not to be touched by anyone. If there is a next time, I won't come alone."

After saying that, he turned around, strode away, and disappeared into the night.

Throughout the entire event, he did not mention Dongfang Weiwo's name, nor did he reveal any relationship with Dongfang Weiwo. He merely warned the White Lotus Sect, in his capacity as one of the four leaders of the Azure Dragon Society, not to overstep his bounds.

The Netherworld King watched his retreating figure, his face turning ashen.

"The Azure Dragon Society... what arrogance," he muttered. "Just a newly emerged martial arts organization, yet it dares to threaten me?"

The man in gray emerged from the shadows: "Your Majesty, would you like to...?"

"No." The Netherworld Dharma King raised his hand to interrupt him. "Now is not the time to turn against the Azure Dragon Society. We'll settle accounts with them after the Skynet matter is settled."

He turned and walked back to the post station, secretly making plans in his mind.