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

The wait at the Stone Gate of the Ruins on the outskirts of the Endless Mountains lasted for three days.

Over the course of three days, the fragments of the restriction continued to dissipate, and the death zone in front of the stone gate shrank from a hundred feet to thirty feet, twenty feet, ten feet... while the concentration of spiritual energy became higher and higher, and the martial artists standing in front of the stone gate even felt their breathing becoming stronger.

Dongfang Wei has been observing from the shadows.

He did not rush to approach the stone gate, nor did he make contact with any forces. His gaze swept across the crowd, searching for a potential chosen one.

On the evening of the third day, he noticed someone.

He was a boy of about fifteen or sixteen, dressed in faded coarse cloth clothes, carrying an ordinary iron sword, blending in with the crowd of rogue cultivators, and inconspicuous at all.

But Dongfang Weiwu's intuition told him that this young man was not simple.

It wasn't because of his cultivation level; the Innate Profound Aura Realm was practically the lowest here. Rather, it was because of an indescribable aura, as if something shrouded him, making him stand out from the people around him.

More importantly, Dongfang Wei noticed that the boy was wearing a black ring on the ring finger of his left hand—the ring had faint, ancient patterns on it, and it didn't seem to be an ordinary object.

"Interesting," Dongfang Weiwo thought to himself.

He did not act immediately, but continued to observe.

Ye Xingchen was unaware that he was being targeted.

Following the old man's instructions, he mingled among the rogue cultivators, trying his best not to attract attention.

"Grandpa, there are so many people here," he thought to himself.

"Nonsense, who wouldn't be tempted by the emergence of ancient relics?"

The old man's voice echoed in his mind, "Kid, see that stone gate ahead? The ruins are inside. But be careful, any one of those Grandmaster-level experts could crush you."

"I know."

"Okay, remember, your goal is the elixir. Opening the Nine Yin Meridians requires three main ingredients: Nine Yang Lingzhi, Ice Soul Lotus, and Dragon Blood Grass. There's a high probability that one of them is in the ruins. Once you find it, leave."

"clear."

Ye Xingchen gripped the iron sword tightly, his gaze resolute.

Night falls.

All factions are taking a break, waiting for the restrictions to completely dissipate.

Dongfang Weiwo left the camp and moved silently in the direction of Ye Xingchen.

Ximen Chuixue followed in secret, but did not reveal himself.

The camp of independent cultivators was in disarray. Ye Xingchen found a big tree, leaned against the trunk, and closed his eyes to rest.

Dongfang Weiwo walked up to him and sat down casually.

The two were only a few feet apart.

At that very moment—

[The chosen one of destiny has been detected: Ye Xingchen]

[Life Wheel Value: 50 points]

[Was it looting?]

Dongfang Weiwo was startled.

Fifty Life Wheels – 500,000 Energy Points!

This was the most fortunate person he had ever encountered. Wu Zetian only had fifteen points, the Ninth Prince only had three points, but this person had a whopping fifty points!

He took a deep breath to suppress the turmoil in his heart.

"plunder."

[Plunder successful. Energy points gained: 500,000]

Current Energy Points: 3,746,800

The energy points increased from 3.24 million to 3.74 million.

He didn't linger any longer and quietly left.

Ye Xingchen was completely unaware of it from beginning to end.

He just felt that for a moment, something seemed to have flowed out of his body. But upon closer inspection, he realized there was nothing there.

"Grandpa, I feel like something's wrong with me."

"What's wrong?"

"I can't quite put my finger on it... I just feel like something's missing."

"Stop overthinking, get some rest. You might be going into the ruins tomorrow."

"Um."

Ye Xingchen closed his eyes and quickly fell into a deep sleep.

Back at his camp, Dongfang Weiwo sat cross-legged, pondering in his mind.

3.74 million energy points.

Various forces are eyeing the ruins covetously—the Antarctic Sword Sect, the Iron Blood Hall, the Chaotian Palace, the White Lotus Sect, the Skynet… none of them are easy to deal with.

Although Ximen Chuixue could deal with the Sixth Heaven, he was alone.

If the enemy splits up or adopts a siege tactic, Ximen Chuixue will be overwhelmed.

"We need more people." Dongfang Weiwo made the decision.

He opened the system and looked at the Platinum Summoning option—one million once.

"Two Platinum Summons".

[Platinum Summoning in Progress...]

[Summon: Fu Hongxue]

[Cultivation Level: Grandmaster Level 5]

【Characteristics: A limping swordsman with superb swordsmanship, who found peace after bearing hatred, and is a top-notch master】

A black figure emerged from the light.

He was a man in his thirties with a stern face and graying temples. He had a slight limp in his right leg and walked with a slight tilt of his body, but every step he took was as steady as a mountain.

A black knife hung at his waist, its scabbard simple and unadorned, its sharpness hidden.

Fu Hongxue walked up to Dongfang Weiwo and knelt on one knee: "Fu Hongxue greets Young Master."

His voice was deep, carrying a calmness born of experience.

Dongfang Weiwo nodded: "Get up. From now on, you will be one of the seven leaders of the Azure Dragon Society."

"Yes."

[Summon: Ye Gucheng]

[Cultivation Level: Peak of the Fifth Level of Grandmaster]

【Characteristics: Lord of Baiyun City, renowned as Ximen Chuixue, possesses unparalleled swordsmanship, and is indifferent to fame and fortune】

A white light shone, even colder than Fu Hongxue's.

A man in white robes emerged from the light. He had a handsome face and an otherworldly air, as if he were untouched by worldly affairs. A long sword hung at his waist, its scabbard engraved with white cloud patterns.

Ye Gucheng bowed slightly: "Ye Gucheng greets Young Master."

His voice was gentle, yet carried a detached and indifferent quality.

Dongfang Weiwo's heart stirred.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng—these two names were both his nemesis and his confidant in his past life. Now that he has summoned them both, what kind of sparks will they ignite?

"Mr. Ye, from now on you will be one of the ten sword masters of my Azure Dragon Society," Dongfang Wei said.

"Yes, ma'am."

Just then, Ximen Chuixue emerged from the shadows.

Two swordsmen in white, one as cold as ice, the other as elegant as a cloud, locked eyes.

Ximen Chuixue remained silent, as did Ye Gucheng.

But Dongfang Weineng could sense a subtle resonance between the two—not hostility, but the mutual respect between masters.

"Mr. Simon, Mr. Ye, you can have more exchanges in the future," Dongfang Weiwo said with a smile.

Ximen Chuixue nodded slightly.

Ye Gucheng nodded.

Dongfang Weiwo looked at the three people before him—Ximen Chuixue, a Grandmaster at the fifth level of peak cultivation; Ye Gucheng, a Grandmaster at the fifth level of peak cultivation; and Fu Hongxue, a Grandmaster at the fifth level of cultivation. Adding Li Chenzhou and Gongzi Yu…

This force is enough to roar throughout the West.

"Send the order to Li Chenzhou," Dongfang Wei said, "tell him that Fu Hongxue, the leader of the Seven Dragons, is in position. Also, Mr. Ye Gucheng has joined the team; he will not be assigned a specific position for now, but will follow me."

"Yes."