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

The Heavenly Demon Sect, the Ten Thousand Mountains

Nanzhou, the Ten Thousand Mountains.

Here, the mountains rise one after another, shrouded in miasma, teeming with poisonous insects, and rarely visited by humans. And deep within these mountains lies one of the most mysterious and evil forces in the Eastern Continent—the Heavenly Demon Cult.

The headquarters of the Heavenly Demon Sect was built inside a huge cave, a hidden world within. Palaces, pavilions, plazas, training rooms... everything was there. Countless luminous pearls were embedded in the cave walls, illuminating the interior as brightly as day.

But that eerie and sinister aura just wouldn't dissipate.

Inside the main hall, the candlelight was a pale green.

A young man leaned back in the main seat, his posture languid, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest. He was twenty years old, extremely handsome, even somewhat otherworldly—his features were exquisitely sculpted, his skin was as white as snow, his eyes had a faint purple hue, and a faint, wicked smile always lingered at the corners of his mouth.

His long hair was half black and half white, casually tied up with a black jade hairpin, with a few strands hanging down in front of his forehead, making him look more unrestrained and wild.

He wore a long black robe embroidered with dark red demonic runes. These runes seemed alive, undulating slightly with his breath and emanating a chilling aura.

Li Tianxing.

Holy Son of the Heavenly Demon Sect

"Your Highness, Holy Son."

Below the main hall, a man in black knelt on one knee, presenting a secret report with both hands. "News has come from Nanzhou that the righteous path has organized another encirclement and suppression, led by an elder of the Qingyun Sect, a Grandmaster at the third level."

Li Tianxing took the secret report, glanced at it, and the smile on his lips widened even further.

"Grandmaster, third level?" He chuckled, his voice carrying a strange magnetism. "That's it? Is there no one left in the righteous path?"

"Your Highness, this elder is considered top-tier among Grandmasters at the third level, and he has more than ten disciples at the peak of the Grandmaster realm..."

"Enough." Li Tianxing waved his hand, interrupting his subordinate. "Let the Left Protector handle it. This kind of scum isn't worth my personal attention."

"Yes." The man in black accepted the order, but did not immediately leave, as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

"Is there anything else?"

"Your Highness, a man named Chu Yunxiao, known as 'Young Master Yunxiao,' has recently appeared in the Eastern Continent. He is very powerful. He killed seven peak Grandmasters with a single sword strike in the Azure Sky Secret Realm, causing quite a stir." The man in black said cautiously, "I am worried that this person may become Your Highness's future opponent."

A purple light flashed in Li Tianxing's eyes.

"Chu Yunxiao?" He repeated the name in a low voice, a hint of amusement in his tone. "That genius from the Chu family?"

"Exactly."

"I've heard of them." Li Tianxing stood up and paced back and forth. His black robe trailed on the ground, and the dark red magic patterns flickered in the candlelight. "The Chu family, one of the oldest families in the Eastern Continent. Chu Yunxiao, nineteen years old, a half-step Grandmaster, cultivates the 'Cloud Soaring Technique,' and his swordsmanship is exquisite."

He smiled, a smile that was both sinister and dangerous.

"He's a decent opponent."

"Your Highness, should I send someone...?"

"No need," Li Tianxing interrupted him. "It's more interesting to keep this kind of opponent around. Once my 'Heavenly Demon Technique' breaks through to the seventh level, I will go find him myself."

He turned around, his purple eyes gleaming eerily in the dim green candlelight.

"His cooking must be delicious."

The man in black shivered, dared not say anything more, and bowed his head to retreat.

Li Tianxing sat back down in the main seat, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest.

"Chu Yunxiao... Wu Zetian... and that Ye Xingchen..." he muttered to himself, the corners of his mouth curving wider and wider. "The Golden Age, how interesting."

He closed his eyes, and the bloody night from a year ago flashed through his mind.

One year ago, in Nanzhou.

There was a small sect called Qingfeng Sect. It had no more than a hundred disciples, and its strongest member was its sect leader, a late-stage Grandmaster. Qingfeng Sect refused to submit to the Heavenly Demon Sect and even declared that the Heavenly Demon Sect was an evil and heretical sect, deserving of everyone's wrath.

Li Tianxing took action personally.

That night, the moonlight was pale and dim.

Li Tianxing, accompanied by two protectors, stepped into the Qingfeng Sect's mountain gate.

"Li Tianxing!" The Qingfeng Sect Master stood before the main hall, long sword in hand, his face ashen. "My Qingfeng Sect and your Heavenly Demon Sect have always kept to ourselves. Why do you insist on exterminating us?"

Li Tianxing smiled, a smile that was both wicked and cruel.

"Because you refuse to submit," he said, his tone as flat as if he were talking about something trivial. "Refusing to submit makes you an enemy. An enemy deserves to die."

"you--!"

The Qingfeng Sect Master was furious. He drew his longsword, its light as bright as a rainbow.

Li Tianxing did not dodge.

He stretched out his hand, his five fingers loosely clenched, and a black mist surged from his palm, instantly enveloping the Qingfeng Sect Master.

"ah--!"

A heart-wrenching scream pierced the night sky.

The Qingfeng Sect Master's body visibly withered away; flesh, essence, and true energy were all being devoured by the black mist. In just a few breaths, a late-stage Grandmaster had become a dried-up corpse.

Li Tianxing released his grip, and the dried corpse fell to the ground, shattering into pieces.

"Vulnerable," he said calmly.

Then, he looked at the other disciples of Qingfeng Sect.

"Leave no one alive."

That night, all 137 members of Qingfengmen were wiped out, not even a chicken or a dog.

Li Tianxing stood amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, his black clothes stained with blood, his smile still sinister.

He stuck out his tongue and licked the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"The blood of the righteous path tastes better than that of demonic beasts."

From then on, Li Tianxing became a target on the righteous path's kill list.

But he didn't care at all.

The main hall of the Heavenly Demon Sect's headquarters.

An elderly man with white hair emerged from the inner hall. He wore a long black robe, his face as withered as a dead tree, yet his eyes shone with an alarming light. This was the Grand Elder of the Heavenly Demon Sect, a Grandmaster at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm, a top-tier figure in the entire Eastern Continent.

"Holy Son." The Grand Elder walked up to Li Tianxing and bowed slightly. "The Sect Master has ordered that the Holy Son break through to the Grandmaster level as soon as possible. The situation in the Eastern Continent is changing rapidly. The Azure Dragon Society, the Azure Dragon Temple, the Imperial Court... all forces are accumulating strength. If the Heavenly Demon Sect wants to gain a foothold in this golden age, it needs the Holy Son's power."

Li Tianxing stood up and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Tell the Master," he said, his voice not loud, but carrying an undeniable confidence, "that within six months, I will break through to the Grandmaster level. At that time—"

He paused, a cold glint flashing in his purple eyes.

"I will let the entire Eastern Continent know that the Heavenly Demon Sect has returned."

The Grand Elder looked at Li Tianxing, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"With the Holy Son's determination, I am relieved."

Li Tianxing did not reply, but turned and walked towards the depths of the main hall.

The black robe trailed on the ground, and the dark red magic patterns shimmered in the candlelight.

His silhouette was lonely and dangerous, like a beast lurking in the darkness, ready to pounce on its prey at any moment.

"The righteous path?" He scoffed, his voice echoing in the empty hall. "It's nothing but a facade for hypocrites. Once I become a Martial Saint, the so-called righteous path will be nothing more than ants beneath my feet."

"If a Martial Saint isn't enough, then a Martial God will do."

"One day, I will make this world tremble beneath my feet."

Inside the main hall, the pale green candlelight flickered.

Li Tianxing's shadow stretched very long on the wall, like a ferocious demon.

His ambition is longer than his shadow.