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

The King of the Underworld is dead.

The news swept through the thirteen western prefectures like a storm.

A Grandmaster at the fifth level, the strongest pillar of the White Lotus Sect in the west, was killed by the Azure Dragon Society. The moment the news spread, the entire western martial arts world was shaken.

The Blood Demon Cult withdrew its spies even faster.

The Iron Blood Hall envoy adopted an even more humble posture.

Qishan Prefecture, Qingmu Sword Sect.

Qing Yuanzi stood with his hands behind his back, his aged face expressionless. He had been standing there for half an hour.

"Master..." Behind him, the disciple cautiously stepped forward, his voice low, "The Netherworld Dharma King is dead."

"I know."

The disciple swallowed hard: "The Azure Dragon Society... is stronger than we expected."

Even the Netherworld Dharma King, a Grandmaster at the fifth level, has been killed. What about him? How long can this Grandmaster at the fifth level, whose lifespan is nearing its end and whose vital energy is waning, hold on?

A mountain breeze blew by, lifting his greyish-white robes. Qing Yuanzi suddenly felt that the wind was a bit chilly.

"Where are those two from the Antarctic Sword Sect now?"

"Reporting to Master, we are exploring the ruins on the outskirts of the Endless Mountains, but have not yet made direct contact with the Azure Dragon Society."

Qing Yuanzi narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped tapping.

"Tell them that the Azure Dragon Society killed the Netherworld Dharma King of the White Lotus Sect, and their influence now covers nearly half of the thirteen prefectures."

He paused, a slight smile appearing on his face—a smile that didn't reach his eyes, like the frost of late autumn.

"Let them know that the Azure Dragon Society is the biggest obstacle to their fight for the ruins."

The disciple was taken aback for a moment, then suddenly realized and bowed, saying, "Yes, disciple will do it right away."

"Go."

Qing Yuanzi watched his disciple's departing figure, a cold light flashing in his eyes.

To use someone else to do one's dirty work.

The sharper the knife, the better.

Ideally, we could completely expose the Green Dragon Society.

Pingyang County, the rear courtyard of the Zhenfu Division.

As the sun sets, the afterglow casts a long shadow of the old locust tree in the courtyard.

Dongfang Weiwo sat cross-legged, eyes slightly closed, breathing long and shallow. His internal energy surged like a tide, or roared and surged like a great river through his meridians.

In the battle to slay the Netherworld Dharma King, the Azure Dragon Society reaped a large amount of energy.

The Netherworld Dharma King was a Grandmaster at the fifth level, and he had several Grandmasters and dozens of Innate Realm experts under his command. In that battle, Li Chenzhou shattered mountains and rivers with his palm, and Gongzi Yu cleaved the sky with his sword; the elite forces of the Six Halls were unstoppable.

In addition, there were the enemies killed when the White Lotus Sect destroyed all its strongholds in the west—

Energy points flooded into the system like a tidal wave.

[Energy Points: 3,917,800]

More than three million.

Dongfang Weiwo took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart.

This was the first time he had received such a massive amount of energy points. Enough for him to perform three Platinum Summons, or countless Lottery draws.

But he didn't rush to use it.

Cultivation is fundamental. No matter how powerful a summoned character is, it's still an external force. He, Dongfang Weiwo, must stand at that height himself—a height that everyone can look up to.

The sixth level of the "Dragon Body Refining Technique" (Innate Chapter) is being fully activated.

His true energy surged through his meridians like a dragon, each cycle carrying overwhelming power. He had been stuck at the early stage of the Innate Divine Meridian for some time. The practice of the third form of the Overlord Fist had made his true energy more condensed and his foundation more solid, but that barrier still stood in his way.

This time, he's going to break through.

True energy surged like a tide, repeatedly impacting the barrier of the mid-stage Divine Meridian.

The barrier was as solid as a rock, as if mocking his overestimation of his abilities.

Come again!

Again!

Again!!!

Dongfang Weiwo gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, pushing his true energy to its limit. The essence of the third move of the Overlord Fist, "Heaven-Shattering," flowed through his mind—

Break everything.

Destruction precedes construction!

The meaning of that punch exploded in his mind, like a lightning bolt cleaving through the darkness.

"break!"

With a roar in his heart, his true energy surged forth like water bursting through a dam, shattering the barrier.

[Cultivation Breakthrough: Mid-stage Innate Divine Meridian]

His internal energy surged, his meridians expanded, and his dantian (energy center) grew larger. Meridians that could originally only hold 100% of their internal energy could now hold 120%, 130%, and so on…

Dongfang Weiwo slowly opened his eyes.

A glint of light flashed in his eyes, like the brightest star in the night sky.

Mid-stage of the innate divine meridians.

He's one step closer to becoming a grandmaster.

But he didn't stop.

He has only mastered the third move of the Overlord Fist, Heaven Breaker, and there is still a lot of room for improvement.

He stood up, walked into the courtyard, and assumed a boxing stance.

First Form: Shattering the Mountain —

The punch was delivered like a mountain collapsing, creating a loud bang that sent fallen leaves flying through the courtyard.

Second Form: Earth Split—

The punch landed as if the ground had caved in, shattering the blue bricks beneath his feet, the cracks spreading outwards like a spider web.

Third Form: Skybreaker—

The intent of the fist soared to the sky, as if it wanted to shatter the heavens!

This punch was more powerful, faster, and more ruthless than the previous ones.

Xiao Cheng's "Breaking the Sky" already possessed a trace of the true meaning of "breaking through everything." When that punch was thrown, even the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting a sharp screech.

But to achieve mastery, one still needs to refine and hone one's skills through countless trials.

One punch.

Two punches.

Ten punches.

Hundred punches.

Dongfang Weiwo practiced tirelessly, sweat soaking his clothes and dripping from his chin onto the broken blue bricks. But his eyes grew brighter and brighter, like two burning stars.

In the distance, by the courtyard gate.

Ximen Chuixue, dressed in white as snow, stood with his sword in his arms, watching quietly.

His face was as cold and stern as an ice sculpture, motionless, as if nothing in the world could move him. But his indifferent eyes never left the figure wielding a fist in the courtyard.

He never worried about the young master's safety.

With him around, no one can harm the young master in the slightest.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the west.

At the mountaintop, the wind howled and the clouds hung low.

Ling Yunzi stood with his hands behind his back, his robes fluttering in the wind. He gazed at the endless mountain range shrouded in mist in the distance, his brows furrowed as if in a knot.

"Senior brother."

Ling Xiaozi walked down the mountain, his steps hurried, his face as solemn as leaden clouds.

"The news is confirmed." He walked to Ling Yunzi's side and lowered his voice, "The Netherworld Dharma King is indeed dead. He was killed by Li Chenzhou, one of the four leaders of the Azure Dragon Society, and Gongzi Yu, the leader of the Fifth Hall."

"What is Li Chenzhou's cultivation level?"

"It is said that he is a Grandmaster at the fourth level, but his combat power far exceeds his level. Young Master Yu is a Grandmaster at the first level."

Ling Yunzi's brows furrowed even more.

Grandmaster level four plus one level, killing a level five master.

Although they gained the upper hand in a two-on-one fight, it was enough to demonstrate that Li Chenzhou's combat strength was extraordinary. A figure like that would be a treasure to any sect.

"Are there any other powerful figures in the Azure Dragon Society?"

"Currently, we know that there are six hall masters. Shangguan Jin Hong of the First Hall, Chai Yu Guan of the Second Hall, Xiao Yao Hou of the Third Hall, and Lei Sun of the Fourth Hall are all Grandmasters. Gong Zi Yu of the Fifth Hall is a Grandmaster Level 1, and Zhuo Dong Lai of the Sixth Hall is a Grandmaster Peak."

He paused, then added, "But regarding the White Lotus Sect incident, it's reported that the Azure Dragon Society also dispatched other powerful individuals, though their exact cultivation levels are unknown."

Ling Yunzi remained silent.

The mountain wind howled past, making his hair fly.

The Azure Dragon Society's apparent strength is already formidable—it boasts Grandmasters like Li Chenzhou and Gongzi Yu, and Grandmasters are plentiful. No one knows how many hidden cards they hold in secret.

But that's precisely why we need to join forces.

"What did the Iron Blood Hall say?"

Ling Xiaozi sneered, "Iron Saber King is still hesitating. That old fox won't act until he sees the rabbit."

"What about Chaotian Palace?"

"Master Chaotian failed to deduce the secrets of heaven and declared that he would not provoke the Azure Dragon Society."

Avoid provoking them?

Ling Yunzi's lips curled into a mocking smile.

That Taoist priest at Chaotian Palace certainly had a shrewd plan. Unfortunately, in this world, things don't always go your way just because you don't provoke others.