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

Just as everyone was preparing to retreat, an accident occurred.

A dark figure burst out from the group of rogue cultivators, moving with the speed of a ghost, heading straight for Li Chenzhou—no, straight for Dongfang Weiwo behind Li Chenzhou.

The White-Robed Dharma King of the White Lotus Sect, a Grandmaster of the Fifth Heaven.

This man had been blending in with the rogue cultivators, concealing his aura and remaining silent, so much so that even Zen Master Liaochen hadn't noticed him. He had been waiting for this opportunity—the end of the chaotic battles and the relaxation of morale made it the perfect time to strike.

His goal is to become the only one in the East.

He didn't know who the young man was, only that he had been following the Azure Dragon Society throughout the chaos, and that Li Chenzhou had secretly protected him several times, clearly indicating that he was no ordinary person. Killing this man would not only severely damage the morale of the Azure Dragon Society, but also provide an explanation to the White Lotus Sect headquarters.

The white-robed Dharma King curled a cold smile at the corner of his mouth and struck out with his palm.

The palm strike was like a raging storm, carrying a chilling, bone-deep energy, heading straight for Dongfang Weiwo's back. A full-force attack from a Grandmaster at the fifth level, silent and still, yet powerful enough to blast a small mountain into dust.

Dongfang Weiwo seemed to sense something and turned his head slightly, but it was too late to dodge.

At this critical moment—

A flash of sword light appeared.

No, there are two paths.

The first sword light was as cold as ancient ice, so fast it seemed to transcend the boundaries of time. Before the sword light arrived, the chill had already set in, and the white-robed Dharma King's palm strike froze for a moment in the coldness.

The second sword light was as elegant as flowing clouds in the heavens, ethereal and otherworldly, yet so sharp it was breathtaking. The two sword lights, one forceful and the other gentle, one fast and the other graceful, complemented each other perfectly.

"puff--!"

The sword light tore through the palm wind as easily as a sharp blade cutting paper, without any hindrance.

The white-robed Dharma King's pupils constricted sharply, and he retreated rapidly. But it was too late.

The first sword light had already reached his throat.

"Who are you--"

He didn't have time to finish speaking.

A flash of sword light, and a head shot into the sky. The headless corpse remained in a backward posture, taking three steps before crashing to the ground.

Fresh blood gushed out like a spring.

The second sword light followed closely, cleaving the corpse in two and completely severing any possibility of resurrection.

Two white-clad swordsmen stood side by side. One held a long sword in his arms, his face as cold and stern as an ice sculpture; the other pointed his sword at the ground, his robes fluttering, as ethereal as a fairy.

It was Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared in stunned silence at the scene, not daring to utter a sound. The White Lotus Sect's White-Robed Dharma King—a peerless expert at the fifth level of the Grandmaster realm—couldn't even withstand a single move from the two swordsmen.

What kind of swordsmanship is this? What kind of killing power is this?

Ling Yunzi's pupils shrank to pinpoints, and his hand unconsciously tightened its grip on the sword hilt. As a swordsman, he could better understand the terror of those two sword lights than others—their speed had exceeded the limits of his comprehension.

Iron Knife King gasped, his hand gripping the sword trembling slightly. He asked himself, in his place, could he have caught that sword? The answer sent a chill down his spine.

Master Liaochen clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist mantra, and a deep sense of apprehension flashed in his eyes.

"The Azure Dragon Society... actually harbors such a swordsman."

Li Chenzhou's expression remained unchanged, as if he had expected this to happen. He turned slightly to look at Dongfang Weiwo, a hint of barely perceptible concern flashing in his eyes.

Dongfang Weiwo stepped forward and bowed deeply to the two swordsmen.

"Thank you both, Sword Masters."

The sound wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the hall.

The atmosphere changed abruptly upon hearing this.

Sword Master?

The grandmasters present felt a chill run down their spines.

Ximen Chuixue nodded slightly, holding his longsword, and remained silent. Ye Gucheng said softly, "Young Master, you flatter me."

Young Dragon Head.

Dongfang Weiwo turned around and faced everyone present.

He looked young, probably in his early twenties, but his gaze was calm and unwavering, and his demeanor was extraordinary. Although he only possessed the cultivation of the peak of the Innate Divine Vein, he exuded an aura that commanded respect.

He glanced around and spoke calmly:

"I am the young leader of the Azure Dragon Society. I am deeply grateful for the 'care' shown to me by all parties during my visit to the ruins."

He emphasized the word "take care of" and a faint smile played at the corners of his mouth.

Young Dragon Head?

An uproar erupted in the hall.

From Li Chenzhou onwards, the Azure Dragon Society had only ever heard of various hall masters and protectors, never of any "young dragon head".

Today, a young man suddenly appeared, claiming to be the Young Dragon Leader—and Li Chenzhou stood to the side, his expression unchanged, even slightly bowing his head, clearly showing that he respected this young man.

What does this mean?

This young man is the future master of the Azure Dragon Society.

No wonder Li Chenzhou secretly protected her several times, no wonder those two terrifying swordsmen risked their lives to save her. So that's how it is.

Ling Yunzi's face was ashen as he stared intently at Dongfang Weiwo, trying to discern something from his expression. But he was disappointed—the young man's face was unremarkable; he was neither from a prestigious family nor a well-known figure in the martial arts world.

"Young Dragon Head..." he murmured, repeating himself, his heart filled with apprehension.

Iron Blade King's eyes flickered as he sized up Dongfang Weiwo and Li Chenzhou, the hostility in his eyes subtly diminishing. This young man may only possess innate cultivation, but the power surrounding him... is terrifying.

Zen Master Liaochen gave Dongfang Weiwo a deep look, then suddenly spoke: "Young Dragon Head, what a distinguished figure you are. May I ask your honorable name?"

Dongfang Weiwo smiled slightly, cupped his hands, and said, "Please forgive me, Zen Master. I am merely the young leader of the Azure Dragon Society, and my title is not worth mentioning. As for my name—"

He paused, then his smile deepened.

"My master once said that when you're traveling the martial world, just giving your pseudonym is enough. As for your real name, I can talk about it when I'm worthy of it."

These words were perfectly tactful, neither impolite nor offensive, and they maintained the bottom line.

Master Liaochen's gaze sharpened slightly, and he did not ask any further questions.

Having lived for over a hundred years, he could naturally tell that the young man was unwilling to reveal his real name.

Even with his keen eyesight, he couldn't discern anything from the other person's appearance or demeanor.

The boy's face... seemed to be born with the face of a "young dragon head," without any trace to be traced.

Master Qingfeng stroked his beard, seemingly lost in thought.

Elder Blood Shadow slumped against the wall, watching Dongfang Weiwo's retreating figure, his heart filled with bitterness.

The White Lotus Sect lost a Grandmaster-level Dharma King, yet they didn't even cause a ripple. And the Azure Dragon Society hasn't even revealed their true trump cards. Those two "Sword Masters" beside the young man are just the tip of the iceberg, aren't they?

The Imperial Guard Yan Jingchen frowned and waved to his subordinates behind him: "Write this down—the young leader of the Azure Dragon Society, around twenty years old, peak of the Innate Divine Vein, with at least two Grandmaster-level swordsmen of the fifth level or above, known as 'Sword Masters,' as his personal bodyguards. Real name unknown, physical characteristics…"

His voice was very low, but Dongfang Weiwo seemed to notice and glanced at him.

That glance was calm, yet it made Yan Jingchen's heart skip a beat.

That wasn't the look a young man in the Innate Realm should have—calm, composed, even with a hint of looking down on him.

"Let's go." Dongfang Weiwo withdrew his gaze and said calmly to Li Chenzhou.

Li Chenzhou bowed slightly: "Yes, Young Master."

The members of the Azure Dragon Society left the hall in an orderly fashion.

As Fu Hongxue, Gongzi Yu, Xiaoyao Hou, and the others passed by Dongfang Weiwo, they all bowed slightly, their expressions respectful. The two white-clad swordsmen stood on either side of Dongfang Weiwo, their steps unhurried, as if they had just killed not a grandmaster, but an ant.

In the hall, the various factions looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some were unwilling, some were relieved, and some seemed thoughtful.

But everyone remembered one name—

Young leader of the Green Dragon Society.