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

Three days later, in Pingyang County.

In the backyard of the Zhenfu Division, Dongfang Weiwo stood alone, with only three people about to depart for the east.

Song Que, dressed in green robes and wielding a long sword, possesses the Heavenly Blade Without a Trace, and is a Grandmaster at the eighth level of the Heavenly Realm.

Absolutely divine, his black armor was like a mountain, his domineering presence unparalleled, a Grandmaster of the Ninth Heaven.

Tie Zhongtang, dressed in a moon-white robe, exudes righteousness and awe, a Grandmaster of the Ninth Heaven.

The three powerful figures stood in a row, their imposing presence like a mountain.

Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, clad in white and wielding twin swords, had other important duties and would not participate in this eastward journey. They would remain in the west, working alongside Guan Qi as covert agents for the Azure Dragon Society to prevent the Azure Dragon Temple from taking advantage of any openings.

"I'll leave the East China Sea to the three of you." Dongfang Weiwo bowed to Song Que, Jue Wushen, and Tie Zhongtang.

Song Que nodded slightly, his gaze sharp as a knife: "With the Underworld overseeing the East Sea, there won't be any mishaps."

Jue Wushen said in a deep voice, "Young Master, rest assured, we will go ahead and wait for you in the East Sea."

Tie Zhongtang clasped his hands in a fist and said, "Be careful."

The three turned and left, their figures disappearing into the morning mist. Their destination was the East Sea—to arrive ahead of time, take control of the underworld, and lay the groundwork for the upcoming battle for the great tomb.

Dongfang Weiwo withdrew his gaze and mounted his horse.

Alone on horseback, heading east.

He needed to go to the capital first to meet up with his family from the Marquis of Weeping Blood's Mansion, and then they would travel together to the East Sea.

The Imperial City, the heart of the Tianxuan Empire.

This place is bustling and prosperous, with a constant flow of traffic, towering buildings, and restaurants and teahouses lining the streets. Martial artists and ordinary people jostle shoulder to shoulder on the streets, and the sounds of hawking, laughter, and the clatter of horses' hooves blend together to create a lively symphony of everyday life.

But Dongfang Wei had no interest in appreciating these things.

His target was the Marquis of Weeping Blood's mansion in the imperial city.

Marquis Wudi, the Blood-Weeping Marquis, was stationed in the northern border and could not come in person. However, he sent his eldest son, Dongfang Lingyun, to lead the elite troops of the Marquis's mansion to escort Dongfang Mingyue and Dongfang Weiwo to the East Sea.

In front of the Hou Mansion, Dongfang Weiwo dismounted.

"The second young master is back!" the gatekeeper exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly ran in to report.

A moment later, a tall young man strode out of the mansion.

He was about twenty-eight years old, with a resolute face and a resemblance in his features to Dongfang Wudi. Dressed in a black, close-fitting outfit, with a long sword at his waist, his steps were steady and powerful, and his aura was as deep and majestic as a mountain. His cultivation level was at the second level of the Grandmaster realm, making him a top-tier figure even within the Northern Army.

Dongfang Lingyun, Dongfang Weiwo's elder brother.

He followed his father into battle from a young age, achieving numerous military exploits, and is now the deputy commander of the Northern Army. He is a calm and composed man, not good with words, but he is extremely protective of his younger siblings.

"Little brother." Dongfang Lingyun walked up to Dongfang Weiwo, looked him up and down, and nodded slightly. "You've broken through to the late stage of Grandmaster? Not bad."

His tone was calm, but the fleeting look of satisfaction in his eyes did not escape Dongfang Weiwo's notice.

"Brother," Dongfang Weiwo bowed respectfully, "It's been a year, and you're even more radiant than before."

"Stop flattering me." Dongfang Lingyun's lips curled up slightly as he patted his shoulder. "Go inside, Mingyue has been talking about you the whole way."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a red figure leaped out of the mansion.

"Little brother!"

Dongfang Mingyue grabbed Dongfang Weiwo's shoulder with such force that he gasped. She was dressed in a red outfit, her long hair tied up high, and a long sword hung at her waist. She was dashing and heroic, and her features resembled Dongfang Weiwo's, but she had a more flamboyant and passionate air about her.

"Sister," Dongfang Weiwo said with a smile, "be gentle, or my bones will break."

"Come on!" Dongfang Mingyue released him, looked him up and down, her eyes full of amusement. "I heard you've been very well-behaved in Pingyang County this past year, without even a decent record. I, on the other hand, killed three Grandmasters in the Northern Territory!"

As she said this, her chin was slightly raised, and her smugness was evident.

Looking at her sister's heroic smile, Dongfang Weiwo felt a surge of warmth in her heart.

"Sister is awesome! I am ashamed of my inferiority."

"You're just too low-key."

Dongfang Mingyue reached out and patted his head, just like when he was a child, "This time at the East Sea Tomb, I'll show you what a true prodigy is."

Dongfang Mingyue curled his lip: "The Great Tomb of the East Sea is a gathering place for all the geniuses under the age of thirty. Sword Master of the Four Extremes Sword Alliance, Chu Yunxiao of the Chu family, Li Tianxing of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Wu Zhao of the Northern Territory... aren't they all formidable characters? I'd better be careful."

Dongfang Weiwo smiled slightly but did not reply.

Just as he was about to speak, a childish voice suddenly rang out from behind him.

"Second Brother!"

A small figure hopped and skipped out from inside the mansion gate, like a happy little rabbit.

She was a little girl of about ten years old, with her hair in two buns, wearing a pale yellow dress, her round little face full of excitement. Her big, dark eyes sparkled, and she ran so fast that she almost tripped over the threshold, but she didn't care and rushed straight towards Dongfang Weiwo.

"Young fish!" Dongfang Weiwo quickly bent down and picked her up in his arms.

Dongfang Youyu, the youngest daughter of the Marquis of Weeping Blood, has just turned ten years old this year. Dongfang Wudi had her late in life and doted on her immensely; everyone in the mansion cherished this little girl like the apple of their eye.

"Second Brother, you're finally back!"

Little Yu hugged Dongfang Weiwo's neck, rubbed her little face against his cheek, and said in a sweet, childish voice, "Yu Yu missed you so much! Did you bring Yu Yu anything yummy?"

Dongfang Weiwo smiled and took out a packet of candied fruit from his pocket—he had bought it specially when he passed through Pingyang County. The little girl took the candied fruit, her eyes curving into crescents, and immediately popped one into her mouth, her cheeks puffed out like a little hamster.

"Eat slowly, no one's going to take it from you." Dongfang Weiwo affectionately flicked her nose.

"Second Brother is the best!" Little Yu said in a muffled voice, then leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Second Brother, you don't know, Eldest Sister was so fierce the whole way, she kept scolding me, Second Brother is so much better."

"You brat, when did I ever yell at you?" Dongfang Mingyue reached out to pinch her cheek.

The little fish let out a shriek, buried its head in Dongfang Weiwo's arms, and giggled.

As Dongfang Lingyun watched the three siblings frolicking together, a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.

At that moment, a gentle and loving voice came from inside the mansion.

"Only me."

Dongfang Weiwo looked up, his gaze sharpening.

A graceful and elegant woman slowly emerged from the mansion. She appeared to be around forty years old, with stunning beauty and captivating charm. A pale purple dress accentuated her noble and ethereal气质. Her features bore a striking resemblance to Dongfang Weiwo, only with a touch of the wisdom and tenderness of age.

Princess Qin Lanyin, the younger sister of the current emperor, and wife of the Blood-Weeping Marquis Dongfang Wudi.

Her cultivation level was not high, only at the early stage of Grandmaster, but the innate nobility and gentleness she possessed were enough to make anyone feel her extraordinary nature.

"Mother." Dongfang Weiwo quickly put down the baby fish in his arms and bowed.

Qin Lanyin walked quickly to him, gently cupped his face in her hands, and examined him from head to toe for a long time. Her eyes were slightly red, filled with heartache.

"You've lost weight." Her voice choked with emotion. "It's been a year since I last saw you, and you've lost so much weight. Were you eating and sleeping poorly in Pingyang County? Was anyone bullying you?"

"Mother, I'm fine." A warm feeling welled up in Dongfang Weiwo's heart, and she gently comforted her.

"What's so good about it? Look at you, your complexion isn't as rosy as it used to be. No, this time when you come back, your mother has to make sure you're well nourished. I've already had ginseng soup made, drink several bowls tonight."

"Mother, I..."

"Don't say no." Qin Lanyin interrupted him, her tone gentle but brooking no refusal. "Your father can't control you in the Northern Territory, but I can't let you ruin yourself. Also, your eldest brother told me that the East Sea is extremely dangerous. I've already discussed it with your father, and we've arranged for the eldest master of the family to secretly follow you."

Upon hearing this, Dongfang Lingyun nodded slightly: "Seventh Grandfather has already agreed. He will secretly accompany us and will only intervene in a life-or-death situation."

Dongfang Weiwo was slightly taken aback.

Seventh Grandfather—one of the elders of the Dongfang family, a Grandmaster at the seventh level of cultivation, usually secluded himself in the family's ancestral land and rarely ventured out. Unexpectedly, Mother actually persuaded this patriarch to personally intervene.

"Thank you for your trouble, Mother." Dongfang Weiwo felt a warmth in her heart.

Qin Lanyin gently patted the back of his hand, her eyes full of affection: "Silly child, you are my son. If I don't worry about you, who will I worry about? Your father is so stubborn, he only knows how to fight all day long and doesn't know how to care about you. But don't worry, with your mother here, no one will let you suffer."

The little fish tugged at Dongfang Weiwo's sleeve, tilting its head up and saying in a childish voice, "Second Brother, the little fish wants to go to the East Sea too! The little fish wants to protect Second Brother!"

"Nonsense." Dongfang Lingyun glared at her. "You're only ten years old. What are you going to the East China Sea for? Stay home and behave yourself."

The little fish pouted, its eyes instantly reddening, and it looked like it was about to cry.

Qin Lanyin quickly picked her up and gently coaxed, "Good girl, Youyu, when you grow up, you can go with your brothers. Then your second brother will bring you back the prettiest pearls, okay?"

"Really?" The little fish sniffled, looking at Dongfang Weiwo with teary eyes.

"Really." Dongfang Weiwo nodded with a smile, "Your second brother brought you back a box of pearls."

"Then...then pinky promise!" The little fish stretched out its little finger.

Dongfang Weiwo smiled and made a pinky promise with her. The little girl then stopped crying and smiled, hugged her mother's neck, and made a funny face at Dongfang Mingyue.

Dongfang Mingyue rolled her eyes, too lazy to pay her any attention.

Three days later, the Marquis's entourage set off.

Dongfang Lingyun rode at the forefront, followed by dozens of elite guards from the Marquis's mansion, all clad in black armor and long swords at their waists, exuding a chilling aura. Not far away, a faint presence followed—it was Dongfang's seventh grandfather, a Grandmaster of the seventh level, secretly protecting these younger generations.

In the middle were several carriages. Dongfang Mingyue and Dongfang Weiwo each rode in one, while Qin Lanyin took Xiaoyouyu in the last carriage. She dropped them off at the city gate and then turned back.

The little fish poked half its head out of the car window, waving its tiny hand and calling out in a childish voice, "Second Brother! Big Sister! Big Brother! Come back soon! The little fish will miss you!"

Dongfang Weiwo lifted the carriage curtain, waved to her, and felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

The carriage sped further and further away, heading towards the East China Sea.

Deep within the East Sea, the three Yama Kings, Song Que, Jue Wushen, and Tie Zhongtang, had already arrived and were stationed at the Underworld branch. They would not appear in the public eye, but at the most crucial moment, they would become Dongfang Weiwo's strongest support.

A massive tomb that has been dormant for millions of years is slowly awakening.

It lay silently on the seabed, shrouded in layers of restrictions, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura. It was like a slumbering ancient beast, waiting for young prodigies to walk into its trap.

A confluence of events, a fierce battle between dragons and tigers.

An unprecedented grand feast of geniuses is about to begin.

Dongfang Weiwo lifted the carriage curtain and looked eastward.

On the horizon, a red sun is rising, dyeing the clouds golden red.

"The Great Tomb of the East Sea..." he murmured, a slight smile playing on his lips, "I've arrived."

The carriage sped along, its wheels rolling.

Meanwhile, his three hidden Yama Kings were already waiting in the East Sea.

This time, Dongfang Weiwo, the son of the Marquis of Weeping Blood, will write his own chapter on this Eastern Sea.