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

Eastern Bright Moon

Dongfang Mingyue charged recklessly all the way.

She possessed the cultivation level of a Grandmaster at the first level, placing her among the top talents. The Sunset Sword Technique of the Blood-Weeping Marquis's Mansion, combined with her fierce and domineering personality, was incredibly powerful.

Encountering a restriction? Slash it open with a single sword strike.

Encountering a trap? Slice it open with a single sword strike.

Encountering someone blocking your way? Just cleave them in two with a single sword stroke.

Where she went, she left behind deep sword marks, a shocking sight.

"I don't know where my little brother has been teleported to." She frowned as she walked, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes. "That guy is always too low-key; he never calls for help when he's in danger..."

She shook her head, her steps unwavering: "Although my younger brother is low-key, his strength is considerable. The fact that he managed to obtain the Dragon Blood Ginseng King and the Yin-Yang Life-and-Death Dew from that ruin and escape unscathed shows he's no pushover. He should be fine."

She quickened her pace, her sword flashing, and no one could stop her.

Only I in the East

Dongfang Weiwo walks in a bamboo forest.

The bamboo is lush and green, towering into the clouds, its leaves rustling and swaying in the wind. Sunlight filters through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, casting dappled shadows on the ground.

Instead of rushing on his way, he slowed down and carefully observed the restrictions around him.

His divine sense was like an invisible net, covering a range of 500 meters around him, clearly presenting the distribution, type, and triggering conditions of every restriction in his mind.

"The restrictions here are arranged in a very orderly manner," he murmured, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. "The five elements interact and counteract each other, each linked to the next. The celestial being who set up this great tomb has extraordinary skill in array formations."

But for him, it was not unsolvable.

In his previous life, he had seen far more sophisticated formations. Although these restrictions were quite powerful, their patterns were clear, and as long as one understood the underlying principles, one could easily bypass them.

He took a deep breath and stepped into the bamboo forest.

Three steps to the left, two steps to the right, five steps forward, then turn left...

His steps appeared casual, but in reality, each step precisely landed between the gaps in the restrictions. Dozens of restrictions were hidden in the bamboo forest—there were earth fire traps, heavenly lightning restrictions, and illusion arrays—but none of them were triggered.

He moved through the bamboo forest with ease, like a fish swimming freely, without wasting a single bit of his true energy.

Just then, the sounds of fighting and shouting came from ahead.

"Hand it over! Or I'll kill you!"

"Gentlemen, please spare my life! I discovered this medicinal herb first..."

"First come, first served? What a joke! In this tomb, might makes right!"

Dongfang Weiwo frowned slightly, and quietly approached the source of the sound.

Through the gaps in the bamboo forest, he saw three peak Grandmaster-level prodigies besieging a rogue cultivator. The rogue cultivator was only at the mid-stage of the Grandmaster realm, and he was being beaten back by the three, suffering multiple injuries, his clothes were tattered, and blood was trickling from the corner of his mouth. He was on the verge of collapse.

He clutched a golden-yellow spiritual herb tightly in his hand; it was a top-grade Earth-rank Golden Sun Grass, quite valuable.

"Brother, this kid's too stubborn, let's just kill him!" a bearded man said impatiently.

"Kill!" the leader waved his hand.

The three attacked simultaneously, unleashing three powerful bursts of true energy towards the rogue cultivator.

The rogue cultivator closed his eyes in despair.

Just then—

"stop."

A faint voice came from deep within the bamboo forest.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was incredibly clear, carrying an undeniable air of authority.

The three of them stopped fighting at the same time and turned to look.

A young man emerged slowly from the bamboo forest, dressed in black, with a handsome face and calm, serene eyes.

It is precisely the Eastern way of being unique.

The rogue cultivator opened his eyes and saw Dongfang Weiwo. A glimmer of hope flashed in his eyes, but it quickly faded away—could one person defeat three peak Grandmasters?

The bandit leader sized up Dongfang Weiwo and sneered, "Kid, mind your own business and get lost!"

His two accomplices were also eyeing Dongfang Weiwo covetously.

Dongfang Weiwo looked at them without saying a word.

But his gaze was cold.

The bandit leader's attention suddenly fell on the jade pendant at Dongfang Weiwo's waist—it was a protective jade pendant given to him by Qin Lanyin, warm and smooth as jade, clearly not an ordinary item.

"This kid has treasure on him!" The bandit leader's eyes lit up, his greed evident in his expression. "Brothers, take him out first!"

The three abandoned the rogue cultivators and rushed towards Weiwo in the east.

Dongfang Weiwo's eyes turned cold.

He doesn't want to cause trouble, but he's not afraid of trouble either.

The bandit leader struck with a palm, the wind howling, his strength at the peak of the Grandmaster level was indeed remarkable, and there was a faint flicker of fire in his palm, clearly indicating that it was a formidable palm technique.

Dongfang Weiwu dodged to the side, the palm wind whistling past his ear and striking the bamboo behind him, snapping it in two.

He threw a backhand punch.

The first move of the Overlord Fist - Mountain Collapse.

This punch was simple and unadorned, without any fancy techniques, only pure power.

But the force of the punch was like a mountain collapsing, fierce and unparalleled, and it struck the man's chest directly.

"Snap!"

The sound of the sternum breaking was clearly audible. The bandit leader screamed, spitting out blood, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, breaking seven or eight bamboo poles. He landed motionless, already dead.

One punch, and a Grandmaster at the peak is killed!

The other two people's expressions changed drastically, and their pupils contracted sharply.

"You...you are Dongfang Weiwo?" One of them recognized him, his voice trembling. "The second son of the Weeping Blood Marquis? The Dongfang Weiwo who killed a Grandmaster at the peak with one punch?"

The news spread really fast.

I didn't answer, but just looked at them and said calmly, "Do you still want to fight?"

The two shook their heads repeatedly, their faces ashen, and turned to flee, tumbling and crawling in a sorry state.

Dongfang Weiwo withdrew his fist and looked at the injured rogue cultivator.

The rogue cultivator stared dumbfounded at Dongfang Weiwo, his lips trembling for a long time before he stammered, "Th-thank you for saving my life...May I ask your honorable name, benefactor?"

"Only I exist in the East".

The rogue cultivator hurriedly bowed: "My name is Wang Dong. I am eternally grateful for your kindness in saving me today! If you don't mind my offering this Golden Sun Grass..."

Dongfang Weiwo waved his hand: "What you got yourself, is yours. I don't want it."

Wang Dong was stunned for a moment, his eyes reddened, and he thanked him repeatedly.

Dongfang Weiwo turned around and continued forward.

From that moment on, he stopped keeping a low profile.

Because being low-key is meaningless. Here, strength is the only true measure of success.

The news spread like wildfire among the geniuses—

"Have you heard? The second son of the Weeping Blood Marquis, Dongfang Weiwo, killed a Grandmaster at the peak with a single punch!"

"What? He's only a late-stage Grandmaster? Late-stage Grandmaster killing a peak Grandmaster? Are you kidding me?"

"It's true! I saw it with my own eyes! One punch, just one punch, and that man's chest collapsed!"

"Hiss... It seems I underestimated him before. None of the sons of the Marquis of Weeping Blood are easy to deal with."

"They've been keeping a low profile for so long, turns out they were just playing dumb to fool others!"

In no time, the name Dongfang Weiwo began to circulate among the prodigies.

Some scoffed: "It's just killing a Grandmaster at the peak; I could do that too."

Some people exclaimed in surprise, "I never expected the Dongfang family to have such a ruthless person."

Some people warned: "We need to be careful if we run into him in the future."

But from that moment on, no one dared to underestimate him anymore.

Dongfang Weiwo walked through the bamboo forest, his expression calm.

He knew this was just the beginning.

The real challenge is yet to come.

The wind rustled through the bamboo forest, the bamboo leaves whispering as if playing a prelude to the approaching storm.