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

Northern Battlefield: Fu Hongxue and Gongzi Yu face off against the White Lotus Sect

The White Lotus Sect's forces were the first to arrive at the northern battlefield.

The Golden-Robed Dharma King, clad in a golden robe, sat regally atop a palanquin carried by eight bearers, his body radiating golden light, like the Buddha descending to earth. The Red-Robed Dharma King stood beside him, holding crimson prayer beads, his aura as cold and sinister as a snake.

"The Seven Dragon Leaders of the Azure Dragon Society?" The Golden-Robed Dharma King looked at the silent black-clad swordsman opposite him, a hint of contempt on his lips. "A peak fifth-level cultivator and a second-level hall master dare to block my path?"

Fu Hongxue did not answer. His right hand was already on the hilt of a knife—a pitch-black knife with a simple, unadorned scabbard, yet it exuded a chilling killing intent.

Gongzi Yu stood beside Fu Hongxue, gently waving his folding fan, a smile on his face: "Golden-robed Dharma King, you have quite the big mouth. I wonder if your abilities match your boasting."

A cold glint flashed in the golden-robed Dharma King's eyes: "You're courting death!"

He struck out with his palm, and the golden palm print pressed down like a mountain, carrying the great light of orthodox Buddhism, yet also containing a hint of evil—it was the White Lotus Sect's unique "Light-Breaking Demon Palm," upright and righteous, yet concealing murderous intent.

Fu Hongxue drew his sword.

The blade flashed like ink, cleaving the golden palm print in two. The black blade energy, undiminished, aimed straight for the Golden-Robed Dharma King's throat.

"Excellent swordsmanship." The golden-robed Dharma King praised, dodging the sword energy with a sidestep. A hint of seriousness flashed in his eyes. "It's a pity that your cultivation level is a level below."

He held nothing back, unleashing the full power of his sixth level of cultivation. A brilliant golden light erupted, and his palm print transformed into a rain of golden light, engulfing Fu Hongxue. Each ray of light contained the power to pierce through metal and stone.

Fu Hongxue's blade moved with the speed of the wind, the black light weaving into an impenetrable net that blocked all the rain of light. But his body trembled continuously—the difference in cultivation level could not be completely bridged by swordsmanship.

After thirty moves, a trickle of blood oozed from the corner of Fu Hongxue's mouth.

But his eyes remained as cold as ice, and he did not back down an inch.

"Seven Dragon Heads, I'm here to help you!" Gongzi Yu snapped his folding fan shut and moved with lightning speed, heading straight for the Red-Robed Dharma King. He could tell that the Golden-Robed Dharma King was unlikely to be defeated quickly, but the Red-Robed Dharma King was watching him intently from the side—he had to entangle him first.

The red-robed Dharma King snorted coldly, and his crimson prayer beads flew out of his hand, transforming into a fire dragon that lunged at Gongzi Yu with bared fangs and claws. Gongzi Yu unfolded his folding fan, on which was painted a landscape. After he infused it with his true energy, the landscape seemed to come alive, transforming into a gale to meet the fire dragon.

boom--!

The fire dragon collided with the gale, unleashing a burst of scorching air. Both retreated several steps, finding themselves evenly matched.

"Grandmaster Second Heaven, to have such strength, I underestimated you." The red-robed Dharma King's gaze sharpened, he put the prayer beads back into his hand, and attacked again, this time with even greater ferocity.

Gongzi Yu stopped speaking, brandishing his folding fan, and engaged the red-robed Dharma King in fierce combat. Although he could not win, the red-robed Dharma King was also not going to escape.

The Golden-Robed Dharma King was entangled by Fu Hongxue's swift blade and also had to deal with the elites of the Seven Moon Hall who were restraining him from the side—dozens of Grandmaster-level experts formed a battle formation, releasing hidden weapons and poisonous smoke from time to time. Although they could not hurt him, they prevented him from exerting his full strength.

The Golden-Robed Dharma King gradually grew impatient. He, a dignified sixth-level being, had been dragged on for so long by a mere fifth-level peak cultivator.

"Since you're courting death, I'll grant your wish!"

The Golden-Robed Dharma King unleashed both palms simultaneously, the golden palm prints transforming into a golden dragon that roared as it pounced towards Fu Hongxue. He had poured all his strength into this strike.

Fu Hongxue's pupils contracted slightly.

He did not back down.

The jet-black knife suddenly gleamed.

Dark red lines appeared on the blade, like flowing blood. That was Fu Hongxue's trump card technique—the Blood Fiend Blade. It used his own blood essence as a guide to push the blade's intent to its limit, increasing its power by 30%, but each use would shorten his lifespan.

A black blade flashed as it met the golden dragon.

boom--!

The blade and the golden dragon shattered simultaneously. The golden-robed Dharma King staggered back three steps, his chest heaving with blood and qi, his eyes filled with horror.

Fu Hongxue remained standing still, unmoved. More blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, but he still held the knife firmly in his hand.

"You...you actually had such a trump card hidden away?" The Golden-Robed Dharma King's voice trembled slightly.

Fu Hongxue did not answer. He simply raised his knife slowly, pointing it at the Golden-Robed Dharma King's throat.

At that moment, the Golden-Robed Dharma King clearly felt that if he fought again, he might really die under this blade.

"withdraw!"

The Golden-Robed Dharma King acted decisively, forcing Young Master Yu back with a single palm strike, and leaped onto the sedan chair. The Red-Robed Dharma King followed closely behind.

The White Lotus Sect members retreated like a receding tide.

Fu Hongxue sheathed his sword, his figure swaying slightly. Gongzi Yu quickly supported him: "Seventh Dragon Head, are you alright?"

"It's alright." Fu Hongxue wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his gaze fixed on the departing golden figure. "They... won't come back."

Looking at Fu Hongxue's pale face, Gongzi Yu secretly admired her—this Seven Dragon Leader was truly risking her life.

Southern Battlefield: Chai Yuguan and Xiaoyao Hou face off against the Qingmu Sword Sect

On the southern battlefield, Qing Yuanzi of the Qingmu Sword Sect was the first to arrive.

His face was pale, and his breathing was unsteady—the injuries he sustained in the ruins were far from healed, and he could only exert seventy percent of his fifth-level cultivation. But he still stood proudly at the front of the formation, the green wooden longsword in his hand gleaming with a faint green light.

"The Azure Dragon Society sent two juniors from the first level of the Heavenly Realm to their deaths?" Qing Yuanzi looked at Chai Yuguan and Xiaoyao Hou opposite him and sneered, "They are underestimating us too much."

Chai Yuguan's lips curled into a smirk, his eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Look down on you? No, we just think—one injured fifth-level expert and two first-level experts are enough."

The carefree Marquis remained expressionless, uttering only two words: "Make your move."

Before the words were even finished, the two attacked simultaneously.

Chai Yuguan unleashed a palm strike, the wind surging like a tide, carrying a strange suction force—his signature move, the "Star-Absorbing Palm," which could absorb the opponent's true energy for his own use during combat. Meanwhile, the Carefree Marquis moved swiftly, like a ghost, circling to Qing Yuanzi's flank and striking him in the back with a palm.

Qing Yuanzi's expression changed slightly. He flicked his green wooden sword, and a green sword aura coiled out like a serpent, blocking both of their attacks simultaneously. The sword aura collided with the palm wind, producing a muffled sound.

"How dare you be so presumptuous before me, a mere First Heaven cultivator?" Qing Yuanzi roared, his sword aura shifting to become incomparably fierce. Sword energy, like vines, coiled and spread, carrying inexhaustible wood-attribute true energy, enveloping Chai Yuguan and Xiaoyao Hou.

Instead of retreating, Chai Yuguan advanced, unleashing the full power of his Star-Absorbing Palm, actually drawing away some of the true energy from the sword qi. Qing Yuanzi felt his own true energy slowly draining away, and was greatly alarmed—what kind of evil technique was this?

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiaoyao Hou lunged forward and struck Qing Yuanzi's sword with his palm. The palm strike was soft yet carried a corrosive, hidden force, causing the green wood sword to groan under the strain.

"You!" Qing Yuanzi gritted his teeth, forcefully channeling his true energy to force the two back. However, his own injuries worsened as a result, and a trace of black blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

Chai Yuguan and Xiaoyao Hou exchanged a glance, both seeing the fighting spirit in each other's eyes.

"He won't last long," Chai Yuguan whispered. "Use that move."

Marquis Xiaoyao nodded slightly.

Suddenly, the two men simultaneously withdrew their palms, stood side by side, one on the left and one on the right, their breaths connected.

A sense of foreboding suddenly arose in Qing Yuanzi's heart.

Chai Yuguan and Xiaoyao Hou struck out with their palms at the same time—the two palm forces converged in the air and merged into a black and white palm print, carrying a terrifying aura that devoured everything, pressing down on Qing Yuanzi.

That was a combined attack technique that the two had secretly practiced during their seclusion: the Yin-Yang Devouring Palm. Chai Yuguan's Star-Absorbing Palm was Yin, while Xiaoyao Hou's Bone-Corroding Palm was Yang. The Yin and Yang complemented each other, and their power far exceeded that of one plus one.

Qing Yuanzi's expression changed drastically, and he swung his sword with all his might. The green sword energy met the black and white palm print like a bolt of lightning.

boom--!

The sword energy shattered.

The black and white palm prints, still powerful, slammed heavily into Qing Yuanzi's chest.

Qing Yuanzi screamed and flew backward, crashing heavily to the ground, spitting out blood. He was already seriously injured and had not yet recovered. This palm strike directly brought him back to his original form—his cultivation at the fifth level of the Heavenly Realm completely collapsed, and he fell to the first level of the Grandmaster Realm.

"You...you all..." Qing Yuanzi struggled to get up, his eyes filled with fear.

Chai Yuguan and Xiaoyao Hou are also having a hard time.

This move was extremely taxing; both men were deathly pale, their inner energy almost completely depleted. Yet they still stood ramrod straight, their gazes sharp as knives.

Qing Yuanzi gritted his teeth, turned around and left. The disciples of the Qingmu Sword Sect quickly helped him up, and they scrambled away from the battlefield.

Chai Yuguan and Xiaoyao Hou stood side by side, watching Qing Yuanzi walk away, and both exhaled a long breath.

"Old Xiao, that one blow from us is enough to keep him recovering for half a year."