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

"How's the situation outside?" he asked.

Ye Gucheng stepped forward and gave a detailed report on the Qinglong Society's movements in recent days:

The destruction of the Iron Blood Hall and the Blood Nether Cult, Guan Qi's three punches killing a Grandmaster level eight ancient artifact, the shockwaves in the thirteen western prefectures, and the submission of surrender letters by thirty-seven forces...

Each and every one of these events was a momentous occasion, enough to shake the entire region.

After listening, Dongfang Weiwo remained calm and simply nodded slightly.

"Li Chenzhou did a good job."

He said with a hint of approval in his tone, "Guan Qi's actions are a good opportunity to let the outside world know the strength of my Azure Dragon Society."

He paused, his fingers tapping lightly on the back of his hand behind his back, a deep glint in his eyes:

What has been the imperial court's reaction?

"Xuanjingtai has listed the Qinglong Society as a key target of attention."

Ye Gucheng said, "However, Emperor Qin Muzhi has not yet expressed his opinion and seems to be observing."

"A smart man." Dongfang Weiwo's lips curled slightly. "The more chaotic the west is, the easier it is for the imperial court to reap the benefits."

"In addition," Ye Gucheng continued, "Qinglong Temple is also secretly investigating the identity of our leader."

"Let them investigate."

Dongfang Weiwo said calmly, his tone carrying a hint of nonchalant composure, "It's better if they can't find out. The more they investigate, the more unfathomable they seem, and the less likely they are to act rashly."

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

The Azure Dragon Society's greatest trump card has never been any particular master, but rather the unfathomable mystery surrounding it.

As long as the outside world doesn't know the true nature of the Azure Dragon Society, they won't dare to easily launch a full-scale war.

He paused, then asked, "What about the remaining three members of the Five-Party Alliance?"

"The Antarctic Sword Sect has lost Xuanbing Zhenren and is not making any moves for the time being. The White Lotus Sect's Golden-Clad Dharma King has retreated to the south, and Qingyuanzi of the Green Wood Sword Sect has suffered a decline in cultivation and is no longer a threat."

Ye Gucheng replied, then changed the subject, "However, the sect leader of the Antarctic Sword Sect is said to have been in seclusion for many years, possibly attempting to break through to the half-step Celestial Giant realm. If he emerges from seclusion, he might come to retaliate."

"A half-step Celestial Giant..." Dongfang Weiwo murmured, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Half-step Celestial Giant – that's the realm at the very top of the pyramid of this world. Just one final step away from the legendary unity of heaven and man.

There are very few people like that in the whole world.

However, Dongfang Weiwo showed no fear on his face. On the contrary, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a glint of expectation flashed in his eyes.

"My Azure Dragon Society also has Li Chenzhou and Guan Qi," he said. "So what if they're half-step Celestial Realm giants? They might still be able to put up a fight."

It wasn't blind confidence, but rather absolute trust in the combat power under his command.

Li Chenzhou, a Grandmaster at the eighth level, possesses a fist intent as firm as a mountain, reigning supreme over the world.

Guan Qi, a Grandmaster at the seventh level, killed an eighth-level ancient being with three punches, making him invincible among his peers.

In addition to Ximen Chuixue, Ye Gucheng, Fu Hongxue...

Such a lineup is enough to make anyone wary.

He looked up into the distance, his gaze deep and unfathomable. Sunlight fell on his face, outlining a resolute profile.

"The golden age has arrived, and all forces are accumulating strength. Although our Azure Dragon Society is powerful, we cannot be complacent. While continuing to expand, we must also be careful to conceal our true strength."

"Young master, you have profound foresight," Ye Gucheng praised, bowing with his hands clasped.

Dongfang Weiwo shook his head and did not reply.

He silently counted in his mind and checked the system panel—Energy Points: 7,468,000.

7.46 million.

Having slain nine Grandmasters and numerous powerful figures from five different factions, he accumulated an astronomical sum of energy points. This is enough to perform multiple Platinum Summons, and even attempt to obtain higher-quality Summoning Cards.

But he did not rush to summon them.

"I'll save the energy points for when I need them," he thought to himself. "Our current combat strength is enough to handle most situations; it would be unwise to reveal more of our trump cards too early."

The system was his biggest trump card, and also his most closely guarded secret. He was saving it for the most crucial moment.

"Young Master, what are your plans next?" Ye Gucheng asked.

"Stay in Pingyang County and consolidate your power," Dongfang Weiwo said. "The situation in the west has stabilized, but Qinglong Temple will definitely make a move. Let's remain calm and see what they're up to."

"Yes, ma'am."

That night, the moon was bright and the stars were few.

Dongfang Weiwo stood alone in the courtyard, the moonlight shining on him, casting a long, long shadow.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng had already retreated to the outside of the courtyard to protect the Dharma. Within a radius of a hundred feet, apart from Dongfang Weiwo, there was no one else.

He closed his eyes, and the information on the system panel appeared in his mind—

The fourth move of the Overlord Fist: Fist that Shakes Mountains and Rivers.

This is a new move that the system unlocked after he broke through to the Grandmaster level. The first three moves are: Overlord Fist: Shattering Mountain (first move), Overlord Fist: Splitting Earth (second move), and Overlord Fist: Breaking the Sky (third move, minor completion). However, the fourth move is completely different from the first three.

The first three are all "destructive".

The fourth method is "suppression".

With a single punch, the intent of the fist transforms into an invisible mountain, suppressing everything. It's not about killing the enemy, but about preventing them from even having the thought of resistance. That suppression is not merely physical, but also spiritual—where the intent of the fist reaches, all laws become empty.

Dongfang Weiwo took a deep breath.

He raised his right arm, clenched his fist, and then—

Throw a punch.

There were no fancy movements, no dazzling display of internal energy. Just a simple punch, striking the void with unassuming calmness.

But this punch appeared quite differently to Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.

Outside the courtyard, Ximen Chuixue suddenly looked up.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his fingers gripping the sword hilt tightened instinctively. He felt it—the instant the punch was thrown, the air in the entire courtyard froze. It wasn't an illusion, but a real, physical freeze. Where the fist's force passed, even the wind stopped.

Ye Gucheng's expression also changed slightly.

His divine sense, at the peak of the fifth level of a Grandmaster, perceived that everything within a radius of thirty feet, centered on Dongfang Weiwo, was "locked" by some invisible force. That force was domineering and ancient, seemingly originating from the primordial era, instinctively inspiring a sense of submission.

"What kind of boxing style is this?" Ye Gucheng asked in a low voice.

Ximen Chuixue did not answer. His gaze was fixed on the back of the young man in the blue robe in the courtyard, a rare look of seriousness flashing in his eyes.

In the courtyard, Dongfang Weiwo stood with his fist clenched.

He looked down at his fist, the corners of his mouth slowly turning upwards, finally turning into a long laugh.

"What a powerful punch that can shake mountains and rivers!"

He murmured, "If this punch is fully mastered, no one in the Grandmaster realm can stop it."

He felt that when he threw that punch, the innate divine meridians within his body were several times more active than usual. It was as if this fist technique was tailor-made for innate divine meridians.

As his mastery of the Overlord Fist technique improved, he increasingly understood its terrifying nature. It wasn't just an ordinary martial art, but a "Tao"—an understanding of the essence of power.

The first three moves are the way of destruction.

The fourth method is the Dao of Suppression.

Destruction is easy, suppression is difficult.

Many masters can shatter a mountain with a single punch. But to make a mountain tremble without even trembling – that is the true power of a domineering punch.

He closed his eyes, savoring the feeling of that punch, etching every detail into his very bones.

Under the moonlight, the young man stood with his hands behind his back, his clothes fluttering in the breeze.

His figure wasn't particularly tall, yet he gave the illusion of being towering and indomitable. It was as if he could punch through any storm ahead, or suppress any enemy with a single blow.

This is the essence of the Eastern Unique Self.

"A golden age..." he murmured, his gaze piercing the night as he looked into the distance. "Let the storm rage on."

In the courtyard, the bamboo shadows sway gently.

As the autumn wind rises, it sweeps up fallen leaves from the ground.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles to the west, dark clouds gathered and thunder rumbled in the distance.

The real storm is yet to come.