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

Dongfang Wei did not stop her.

He turned to the trading platform and spoke for the first time when the price climbed to three thousand four hundred spirit stones:

"Four thousand spirit stones." All eyes in the hall instantly turned to him. The young man with the bamboo cane, a dark sword sheath he had never seen before hanging at his waist, and an aura that was lowered to the edge of the Yin-Yang Realm—his appearance made several rogue cultivators who were originally planning to raise the price hesitate for a moment, and also made the two Blood Bone Cult members in the corner stand up straight at the same time.

The auctioneer raised the bone hammer in his hand.

Just as the hammer was about to strike for the first time, a sinister laugh came from the entrance of the trading hall.

"Five thousand spirit stones. The Yin Sha Sect wants this bone fragment."

Yin Wuji's voice came from the entrance. His right arm was wrapped in thick bandages of malevolent energy, and dark red blood was still seeping from under the bandages.

But this time he didn't come alone. Behind him was a middle-aged man in a black robe who was a head taller than him. The robe was embroidered with the emblem of the Yin Sha Sect—three inverted bone peaks.

The middle-aged man's face was hidden in the shadow of his hood, revealing only a pair of pupil-less eyes, with only a pure gray-black mist slowly swirling within their sockets.

His mere presence caused the temperature in the entire trading hall to drop by more than ten degrees, and everyone's breathing became heavy and labored.

Yin Jiuyou, the sect leader of the Yin Sha Sect. He is at the peak of the Life and Death Realm, just one step away from the Reincarnation Realm.

He came in person. After Yin Wuji lost his arm, he immediately sent a message back to his sect. Yin Jiuyou set off from the Yin Sha Sect headquarters that very night, crossed the Blackwater Swamp overnight, and arrived at Huan Gu Zhuang.

He's not just here to avenge his son; he also wants the fragments.

Dongfang Wei slammed his bamboo cane lightly on the ground.

The auctioneer's hand froze in mid-air, unsure whether to bring down the gavel or stop.

Buyers in the trading hall began to quietly retreat to the sides; experienced veterans could already smell the bloodshed of an impending battle.

The old man in gray finally raised his head, his cloudy old eyes glancing at the old copper coin in Lin Xiaoman's hand, then at the tracking mark on Dongfang Weiwo's left shoulder blade, before slowly putting down the wooden carving in his hand.

The old man spoke, his voice hoarse as if sandpaper were grinding against his bones:

"Any form of armed conflict is prohibited in the trading hall of Huan Gu Zhuang."

"Whether you're from the Yin Sha Sect or the Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, don't even think about making a move here."

He turned the wooden carving over, and at the bottom of the carving was an iron badge that was exactly the same as the front of the copper coin in Lin Xiaoman's hand.

"This rule was set by the Lin family's ancestor, and no one has dared to break it in the past three hundred years. The two of you are not qualified to make the Bone Changing Manor make an exception."

Yin Jiuyou stopped in her tracks.

His pupilless, malevolent eye stared at the gray-robed old man's wooden carving for a full three breaths before slowly taking a step back.

It wasn't that he was afraid, but rather that the power structure behind Huan Gu Zhuang was more complex than he had anticipated—the wood carving in the gray-robed old man's hand was by no means a pastime for an ordinary craftsman; it was the iron badge of the Lin family's guardian.

The only person who could openly display this emblem in the trading hall of Huan Gu Zhuang could be a direct descendant of the Lin family of Huan Gu Zhuang.

Turning against the Lin family of Huan Gu Zhuang on Huan Gu Zhuang's territory would come at too high a price; it's not worth paying for a single fragment now.

The auctioneer's gavel finally fell.

"Four thousand spirit stones, deal."

Dongfang Wei threw the spirit stone bag onto the trading platform and put the bone fragment into his pocket.

The fourth fragment resonated with the other three fragments through the fabric, and the fusion rate instantly jumped from 38% to 41%.

However, in the trading hall of Huan Gu Zhuang, the three forces were in a triangular standoff—Dongfang Weiwo and Lin Xiaoman stood in front of the trading table, while Yin Jiuyou and Yin Wuji blocked the entrance.

The old man in gray robes at Huan Gu Zhuang sat in the corner, continuing to carve wood.

The fourth fragment has fallen into Dongfang Weiwo's hands, but everyone knows that the real battlefield lies just ten steps away from the gates of Huan Gu Zhuang.

Yin Jiuyou's malevolent mist swirled slowly in the shadow of his hood, and a thin line appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Lin Xiaoman clutched the old copper coin, while the gray-robed old man in front of her used a bone knife to whittle wood piece by piece.

The sawdust fell to the ground, each piece landing precisely on top of the one before it, silently piling up into a small tower of sawdust.

A terrifying spiritual pressure descended from the sky, and the eerie green phosphorescent stones on the dome of the entire trading hall simultaneously burst into flames. A pressure from the Reincarnation Realm crushed down like a mountain collapsing.

The deputy mountain lord of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain and the fully-formed Bone-Eating Beast have arrived.

With the entry of a fourth force, the underground market of Huan Gu Zhuang has become a powder keg ready to explode at any moment.

The fourth fragment, which had sparked a fierce battle among everyone, was now lying quietly in Dongfang Weiwo's arms.

It emitted a faint, dark golden light, as if waiting for something.

There is no distinction between day and night at Huan Gu Zhuang.

On the dome of the underground market, the eerie green phosphorescent flint burned eternally, enveloping the entire cavern in an ambiguous light that hung between life and death.

But on the ground, nine suns are slowly sinking at the edge of the Ember Sea, and night is about to fall on the Tianwu Continent.

The old man in gray placed the bone knife on his lap and patted the wood shavings off his clothes.

The cloudy old eyes moved away from the old copper coin in Lin Xiaoman's hand and swept over the stalemate of the three-way standoff in the trading hall—Yin Jiuyou's evil mist was churning at the entrance.

The pressure of Wan Renyue, the deputy mountain master of Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, from the Reincarnation Realm had not yet fully subsided, and the corrosive liquid droplets of the fully-formed Bone-Eating Beast hissed on the stone slab.

"The rules of Huan Gu Zhuang are that no fighting takes place inside the trading hall."

The old man in gray turned the wooden carving over, revealing the iron badge on the bottom, and spoke in a calm and unhurried voice.

"But you four—spies from the Yin Sha Sect, Ten Thousand Beasts Mountain, and Blood Bone Sect—have already circled the streets three times, and there's this kid with the bamboo cane—if you're blocking the way, other customers won't dare come in. How am I supposed to do business?"

Yin Jiuyou's malevolent mist contracted slightly, but he did not respond.

Wan Renyue pulled the chains of the Bone-Eating Beast back a bit, but the pressure from the Reincarnation Realm did not diminish at all; on the contrary, it became even more solid.

The Blood Bone Cult members were not in the main hall, but Dongfang Weiwo could clearly track the locations of three Blood Bone Cult members through his Bone Domain Perception—one guarding the north exit of the market, and another mingling in a bone artifact shop on the street corner, pretending to select bone armor.

Another person was whispering with a steward of the Bone-Changing Manor in a dark alley behind the trading hall.

Blood Infant Granny herself didn't come, but her spies have already filled every passageway of the Bone Changing Manor.

Dongfang Wei took the fourth fragment from his bosom.

The bone fragment emitted a faint, dark golden light in his palm, echoing the other three fragments inside his body.

Instead of immediately fusing them, he attached the fragments to his left wrist bone and wrapped them with a thin layer of dark gold energy.

The urge to merge was temporarily suppressed.

To fuse the fragments right under the noses of Yin Jiuyou and Wan Renyue is tantamount to exposing the weaknesses of one's skeleton to two powerhouses at the peak of the Life and Death Realm.

He needs to find a safe gap to complete the fusion. And right now, that gap clearly doesn't exist.

But the system gave another answer.

Deep within his consciousness, the system panel lit up with an unprecedented light the moment he acquired the fourth fragment.

It wasn't the gentle, pale gold halo of before, but a blazing, dazzling white-gold light, like a meteor streaking across the night sky.

Since Yan Fei was summoned, the system has been slowly accumulating energy. The fusion of the ulna bone of Shattered Bone Ridge, the repositioning of the finger bone of Yin Bone Tomb, the strengthening of the skeleton by the Guardian Bone Vine medicine, and the leap in fusion rate from 38% to 41% - each growth is charging the system.

And now, it's fully charged.

[Host fusion progress detected: 4/9. Divine Demon Skeleton completion significantly improved. Heavenly Martial Qi fusion rate surpasses 40%.]

[Host's current cultivation level: Mid-stage Yin-Yang Realm (fusion rate 41%).]

[Unlocked second Diamond-level summon privileges.]

[Automatic generation of Diamond-level Summon - Generation complete.]

[Summon now?]

He did not hesitate. Yin Jiuyou was at the peak of the Life and Death Realm, Wan Renyue was at the early stage of the Reincarnation Realm, and there was also a fully-formed Bone-Eating Beast outside.

Even with the trading hall of the Bone-Changing Manor as a buffer, he must leave before dawn, and the moment he leaves will be the moment all three parties launch their attack simultaneously. Yan Fei is still in a weakened state, and his sword domain cannot be deployed.

He needs another trump card, one powerful enough to tear open a gate of life under the pressure of the Samsara Realm.

confirm.

What exploded in his mind was no longer white light, but a blade of light.

It wasn't the sword's lightness and sharpness, but the knife's weight and domineering presence—that knife's aura solidified in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The entire system space was trembling, as if something was tearing apart the boundary between virtual and reality.

After the blade's aura dissipated, a tall and composed figure appeared in the projection within the sea of ​​consciousness.

The man looked to be in his early thirties, with a resolute face as if carved by a knife, a broad forehead, eyebrows like two horizontal blades, and eyes as deep as two ancient wells.

He was wearing a dark blue coarse cloth robe with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, revealing his well-defined forearms.

A knife hung at his waist, thick-backed and thin-bladed, its blade as black as ink. A shiny leather rope was wrapped around the hilt, and there was no scabbard—this knife was never sheathed.

The eagle is passed on.

A legendary figure in the borderlands, renowned as an unparalleled expert alongside Yan Fei, but he followed a path entirely different from the way of the sword.

Yan Fei reshaped the laws with the sword energy of the three elements combined, while Chuan Ying shattered the void with the sword momentum of breaking all laws with a single strike.

He was the first person in the desolate frontier to shatter the void and break through the barrier of the heavens with his own martial prowess.

It's not about accumulating cultivation levels, but about the Dao of the Sword itself—when his sword intent is condensed to its limit, the barriers of cultivation levels no longer pose an obstacle.

Although his peak Reincarnation Realm cultivation level doesn't place him among the supreme beings in the Tianwu Continent, his combat strength cannot be measured by his cultivation level.

The label on the system panel clearly states: [Combat Strength: Master of the Blade Dao, once killed an early-stage Undying Realm expert with peak Reincarnation Realm cultivation].

Killing someone of a higher rank.

From the perspective of the realm system of Tianwu Continent, there is a huge gap between the peak of the Reincarnation Realm and the Undying Realm.

This chasm is almost an insurmountable iron law in the eyes of Supreme Realm experts.

But Chuan Ying's swordsmanship is utterly unreasonable. The core of his swordsmanship lies in one word—break. Break through moves, break through techniques, break through realms, break through boundaries. With a single strike, everything can be broken.

The portal opened silently in a corner of the trading hall.

No one noticed that the spot Dongfang Weiwo had chosen was mostly blocked by the stone pillar carved by the gray-robed old man.

In addition, the pressure of Wan Renyue's Reincarnation Realm and Yin Jiuyou's evil mist collided violently in the air.

The energy fluctuations throughout the trading hall were in complete chaos, perfectly concealing the opening of a summoning portal amidst the confusion.