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

Dongfang Weiwo took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and let his consciousness sink into the void that only he could see—

The system panel appeared in my mind, emitting a faint blue light.

[Energy Points: 3,917,800]

This was all his savings.

"System," he murmured to himself, "use Platinum Summoning."

[Platinum Summon: Consumes 100,000 Energy Points. Confirm?]

"confirm."

The system interface flickered, and a golden card slowly flipped in the void.

The light was dazzling, and Dongfang Weiwo couldn't help but squint slightly.

The card stopped.

As the light faded, a figure emerged.

He was a middle-aged man with a cold and stern face, his features sharp and angular like those carved by a knife and axe. He wore a black robe and stood with his hands behind his back. His aura was extremely restrained, and at first glance he looked no different from an ordinary person—but his eyes were as sharp as swords and as deep as abyss, as if they could see through all illusions and understand the cycle of life and death.

[Summoning successful: Guan Qi (Guan Mudan)]

[Cultivation Level: Grandmaster Seventh Level]

[Identity: Founder of the Mystic Alliance, one of the "Seven Holy Masters"]

[Description: An invisible sword aura that transcends the mortal realm; the number one expert in the capital. Absolutely loyal to the summoner, unwavering even in life and death.]

[Summon to reality?]

"Yes."

The space in the courtyard was slightly distorted, like a piece of water with a stone thrown in.

A figure appeared out of thin air.

Guan Qi landed silently. His gaze swept around—bamboo shadows, stone benches, moonlight, night breeze—before finally settling on Dongfang Weiwo.

He glanced at the East and saw only two breaths.

Then, he knelt on one knee.

"Guan Qi greets Young Master."

His voice was deep and resonant, like the clash of metal and stone, without the slightest hesitation.

But Guan Qi did not.

That kneeling was swift and decisive, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"Mr. Guan, please rise." Dongfang Weiwo reached out a hand to help him up.

Guan Qi stood up, his hands at his sides, his posture respectful, yet his gaze was neither humble nor arrogant.

Looking into his eyes, Dongfang Weiwo felt reassured.

"Mr. Guan," he said, "I would like to invite you to serve as one of the four leaders of the Azure Dragon Society, with a status equal to Li Chenzhou. You are free to arrange your own affairs in your daily life, whether it be cultivation, travel, or quiet recuperation. However, if a powerful enemy attacks, I would appreciate your assistance."

"Yes."

"The young master commands that Guan Qiwan will not hesitate to die for his cause."

His tone was calm, so calm it was unsettling.

Dongfang Weiwo felt completely at ease.

With the addition of Guan Qi, a Grandmaster at the seventh level, the Azure Dragon Society's top combat power instantly jumped to a new level.

The tenth elder of the Antarctic Sword Sect is also at the seventh level of the Heavenly Realm, and Guan Qi is more than capable of confronting him head-on—in fact, given Guan Qi's background as the "Number One Expert in the Capital," it's not impossible that he could easily gain the upper hand.

But not enough.

Dongfang Weiwo sat down again, his consciousness sinking back into the system.

After the Platinum Summon, I still have over 2.9 million Energy Points left.

He noticed a new option on the system panel—

[Random Summon: Consumes 500,000 energy points. You can randomly obtain anything—it could be rare treasures, characters, divine weapons, martial arts manuals…anything without restrictions.]

anything.

Dongfang Weiwo pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth.

"Use random summoning."

[Random Summon: Costs 500,000 Energy Points. Confirm?]

"confirm."

The system interface flickered violently, and a golden beam of light descended from the void, exploding in the courtyard!

The beam of light was so bright, it was as if someone had lit a sun in the courtyard. Guan Qi suddenly turned to the side, blocking Dongfang Weiwo, his right hand forming a fist, an invisible sword aura already poised to strike.

But the light lasted only three breaths before receding like the tide.

As light and shadow intertwined, a line of text slowly appeared in Dongfang Weiwo's mind—

[Summoning successful: Yan Kuangtu's peak power infused]

Dongfang Weiwo's heart skipped a beat.

Yan the Madman.

A martial arts legend, the world's number one madman. His cultivation level in life was unparalleled.

That 500,000 was worth it.

But he wasn't in a hurry to be happy. He wanted to maximize the effectiveness of this skill.

"System," he took a deep breath, "designated target—Li Chenzhou."

[Designation successful. Yan Kuangtu's peak power will be transferred into Li Chenzhou's body, estimated to take three hours.]

Three hours.

Dongfang Weiwo looked up at the sky; the moon was high in the sky.

Green Dragon Society Headquarters, Secluded Training Room

Li Chenzhou is adjusting his breathing.

At midnight, all was quiet. The only sound in the secluded room was his breathing, long and steady, like the ebb and flow of the tide.

Suddenly, he felt a tremendous force descend from the sky, without warning or reason, as if someone had torn open the void and poured an entire river into his dantian.

That power was extremely domineering.

Like a raging torrent, like a volcanic eruption, like the collapse of the heavens and the earth. It carries an arrogant sense of "who else in the world can surpass me?", charging headlong and invincible.

Li Chenzhou's fist intent was originally "ruling the world"—overwhelming the four seas and looking down on all living beings.

There was an inexplicable and inexplicable connection between me and this force.

It was as if this was rightfully his.

boom--!

It felt like something inside my body had shattered.

bottleneck.

The bottleneck of the fifth level of the Grandmaster realm, which had blocked him for months and was as solid as an iron wall, became as fragile as paper under the impact of this force, melting away instantly like thin ice meeting boiling water.

The fifth level of mid-term.

Fifth stage, later stage.

Fifth level of peak.

Its strength did not decrease but increased, and it continued to climb.

Sixth Heaven!

Mid-stage of the sixth level. Late-stage of the sixth level. Peak of the sixth level.

Seventh Heaven!

The power is still surging upwards.

Li Chenzhou gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead. His body felt like it was about to burst, every meridian groaning under the strain.

But that force ignored everything and pushed forward recklessly.

Mid-stage of the seventh level. Late-stage of the seventh level. Peak of the seventh level.

Eighth Heaven—!

boom!!

The power finally subsided.

Like the sea after a storm, suddenly calm and still.

Li Chenzhou opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed with lightning speed, his gaze like tangible swords piercing the darkness. The walls of the entire secluded chamber were covered with spiderweb-like cracks, spreading outwards from the center, with gravel falling down in a soft rustling sound.

He raised his right hand, making a loose fist—

Before the punch was even delivered, the air had already exploded.

A muffled thud, as if someone had detonated a thunderbolt in his palm.

Grandmaster, Eighth Heaven.

Li Chenzhou remained silent for a long time.

He felt the unprecedented power within him, the earth-shattering aura emanating from every gesture, and the feeling of... looking down upon the world.

Then he smiled.

At first, it was just a slight upturn of the corners of his mouth, but then the laughter grew louder, wilder, and more unrestrained.

"Ha ha ha ha--!"

Laughter pierced the clouds and shattered rocks, echoing throughout the entire headquarters of the Azure Dragon Society. The walls of the secluded training room trembled with the sound of laughter, and the roof tiles rattled loudly.

Countless Azure Dragon Society disciples were awakened from their sleep, staring in horror toward the headquarters.

They didn't know what had happened.

But they understood something in that laughter—

That wasn't madness, nor was it smugness; it was a kind of...confidence that came from ruling the world.

Pingyang County, the rear courtyard of the Zhenfu Division

Three hours later, the sky began to lighten.

Guan Qi stood with his hands behind his back, still guarding the courtyard gate, motionless all night, without even changing his posture. His robes were covered with night dew, but he was completely unaware, his gaze remaining as steady as an abyss.

Dongfang Weiwo sat cross-legged in the courtyard, his consciousness having already exited the system.

He looked up at the first hint of dawn on the horizon and let out a long breath.

Ten elders of the Antarctic Sword Sect, Grandmasters at the seventh level.

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

In addition, there's the Iron Blood Hall, the Blood Dark Cult, the Green Wood Sword Sect...

Five parties joined forces, coming with overwhelming force.

But at this moment, Dongfang Weiwo felt no more apprehension.

Guan Qi, Grandmaster Seventh Heaven.

Li Chenzhou, Grandmaster of the Eighth Heaven.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, both at the peak of the fifth level, can fight against a seventh level opponent when their swords are combined.

Fu Hongxue, at the peak of the fifth level, his blade always draws blood.

Gongzi Yu, a Grandmaster of the Second Level, possesses unparalleled wisdom and strategy.

Such a lineup is enough to terrify any force.

Dongfang Weiwo stood up and dusted off his robes.

The night wind has ceased, and the morning breeze has begun. The bamboo leaves in the courtyard rustle softly, as if they are whispering among themselves.

Guan Qi stood not far away, like a silent mountain, guarding it silently.

I, the only one in the east, gaze northward—that is the direction of the Antarctic Sword Sect, the direction of the White Lotus Sect, the direction from which all enemies are sharpening their knives in the darkness.

His voice wasn't loud, as if he were talking to himself, or perhaps declaring to the world:

"How much—"

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

"How many to kill?"