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

North of the city. Qinglong Society, Yiyue Hall.

Meng Xinghun knelt on one knee in the inner hall, reporting to Shangguan Jin Hong.

"Master, the Azure Dragon Society currently controls 40% of the city's territory. Most of the north and west of the city are in our hands. The east of the city is the territory of the Zhenfu Division and the Six Doors. The south of the city is the territory of the Iron Sword Sect and the Green Wood Sword Sect."

"Forty percent." Shangguan Jin Hong toyed with the copper coin. "Not enough."

"What does the sect leader mean?"

"At least 60%." Shangguan Jin Hong stood up. "The Iron Sword Sect and the Green Wood Sword Sect are joining forces to put pressure on us, trying to drive us out. Before they make a move—it's best to strike first."

"But the Iron Sword Sect has Elder Iron Hand, a late-stage Divine Meridian Realm expert, in charge. He Qingquan of the Green Wood Sword Sect is also at the peak of the Divine Meridian Realm. On our side, if you don't make a move, no one can stand against us."

"I have my own plans," Shangguan Jin Hong interrupted. "You just need to carry them out."

"Yes."

As they were talking, a paper crane flew in through the window and landed in Meng Xinghun's palm. He unfolded it and his expression changed slightly.

"Master, the leader has arrived in the county town."

A glint flashed in Shangguan Jin Hong's eyes: "Understood. Have Han Tang protect him secretly. There must be no mistakes."

"Yes."

South of the city. Iron Sword Sect branch.

Iron Hand Sword Elder sat in the main seat, holding a teacup in his hand, his face grim. Below him, three elders sat on either side, each with an angry expression.

"The Azure Dragon Society has gone too far!" The Grand Elder slammed his hand on the table. "Not content with occupying the north of the city, they've now extended their reach to the west. If this continues, our Iron Sword Sect will be left with only this small piece of land in the south of the city."

"Supreme Elder, this cannot be tolerated!" the Second Elder echoed. "Let the three families join forces and launch a surprise attack on the Azure Dragon Society's stronghold tonight. Catch them off guard!"

Iron Hand Sword Elder put down his teacup and looked at the Third Elder.

What do you think?

The Third Elder pondered, "The Azure Dragon Society has a Grandmaster in charge. We can't confront them head-on. But a Grandmaster won't act easily—we can probe first. The third stronghold in the north of the city stores a large amount of pills and weapons; it's an important supply depot for them. The three elders should join forces and launch a surprise attack on this stronghold tonight, making it a quick victory. If Shangguan Jin Hong makes a move, we'll retreat; if he doesn't, we'll burn the supplies, kill the guards, and cripple them."

Iron Hand Sword Elder nodded: "That makes sense. It's settled then. First Elder, Second Elder, and Third Elder, you will act together tonight. To maintain secrecy, you will not bring any disciples and will infiltrate alone. Once you have succeeded, retreat immediately and do not linger in battle."

"Yes."

That night. North of the city.

Dongfang Weiwo changed into black clothes and put on a bronze mask. He left his residence silently, leaping and bounding across the rooftops like a cat on the night, without making a sound.

Five years have passed since I came to this world. I've cultivated and fought. My movement techniques are already on par with martial artists of the same level. Coupled with the heightened intuition for danger honed by my soul from my previous life, they are now even more acute.

Tonight, Meng Xinghun secretly reported that the Iron Sword Sect was about to attack the Azure Dragon Society's stronghold.

He decided to go and take a look.

Even if you don't participate, witnessing the battle firsthand is still beneficial.

The third stronghold in the north of the city. A warehouse newly occupied by the Azure Dragon Society, storing a large quantity of pills and weapons. The garrison consists of more than twenty men, led by a newly recruited captain at the early stage of the Profound Realm.

Dongfang Weiwo lay prone on a large tree a hundred feet away, holding his breath and watching from afar.

Three dark figures descended from the sky, heading straight for the stronghold.

The three elders of the Iron Sword Sect.

Early stage of the Profound Realm. A joint surprise attack.

The stronghold's defenders were instantly scattered. The captain couldn't even parry a single blow and was beheaded by the Grand Elder with a single sword strike.

"Kill! Leave no one alive!" the Grand Elder roared.

More than twenty disciples of the Azure Dragon Society fought desperately, but the difference in their cultivation levels was too great. In the blink of an eye, more than ten of them fell in pools of blood.

A sword light pierced through the darkness, aiming straight for the Grand Elder's back.

The elder whirled around and swung his sword to parry.

when--!

Swords clashed. Sparks flew.

Meng Xinghun. Early stage of the Profound Gang Realm. His sword is as fast as lightning.

"Meng Xinghun of the Azure Dragon Society".

A hint of fear flashed in the elder's eyes. "Alone? You dare to come and die?"

Meng Xinghun remained silent. His swordplay continued relentlessly, each strike faster than the last.

The second and third elders quickly surrounded him. The three of them joined forces, their sword light weaving into a dense net, trapping Meng Xinghun within.

Meng Xinghun fought three opponents alone. Although their skill levels were similar, he was no match for four opponents. After more than ten moves, he was forced to retreat repeatedly, and his left arm was slashed open by the sword.

Dongfang Weiwo lay on the tree, his gaze calm.

He didn't rush to make a move.

Five years of combat experience told him that the timing was wrong. Charging in now would only disrupt Meng Xinghun's rhythm and put both of them on the defensive.

He is waiting.

Wait for the moment when the three elders reveal a weakness.

The First Elder swept his sword horizontally, which Meng Xinghun dodged by leaning back, but he stumbled. The Second Elder's eyes flashed with joy, and he thrust his sword straight at Meng Xinghun's chest—but he had used the sword too late, and his body leaned forward, leaving his back wide open.

It's now!

Dongfang Weiwo shot out from the tree like an arrow. Silently. His palms were filled with true energy, and he fully activated the sixth level of the "Dragon Body Refining Technique," the Innate Chapter.

He struck the Second Elder in the back with a palm.

The second elder felt a strong gust of wind behind him and turned around abruptly. However, his move was too late to parry with his sword. He could only meet the attack with his left palm.

boom--!

Their palms struck each other. Their inner energy clashed.

The Second Elder staggered back three steps, his blood churning. His eyes were filled with shock—this kid's cultivation was only at the early stage of the Innate Qi Sea realm, yet his palm strike was so powerful!

Dongfang Weiwo took two steps back, lightly touched the ground with his toes, and pounced again. Before the Second Elder could regain his footing, he unleashed a series of palm strikes, each aimed straight for a vital spot.

At the same time, Meng Xinghun seized the opportunity, his sword aura surging. A long sword transformed into a sky full of cold stars, enveloping the First Elder and the Third Elder.

The First Elder and the Third Elder had to be distracted by dealing with Meng Xinghun and were unable to help the Second Elder.

The Second Elder steadied himself, his eyes flashing with murderous intent: "I'll kill you first, you ignorant brat!"

The longsword was drawn, its light flashing like a bolt of lightning, aimed straight at the throat of the Eastern Hemisphere.

A full-force sword strike from the early stage of the Profound Gang Realm.

Dongfang Weiwo's pupils contracted slightly. He didn't take the blow head-on. He turned to the side, narrowly avoiding the sword's edge. The sword's wind grazed his cheek, causing a burning pain.

But instead of retreating, he advanced. Using the momentum from his sidestep, his right leg swept out like a whip, kicking the Second Elder's wrist that was holding his sword.

The second elder's wrist went numb, and his sword strike went astray.

Dongfang Weiwo leaned in, grabbing the Second Elder's sword-wielding wrist with his left hand and striking him under the armpit with his right.

The second elder hadn't expected this young man to fight so fiercely. In close combat, he couldn't fully utilize his swordsmanship. He had no choice but to abandon his sword and resort to fists and palms.

But when it comes to close combat, how could he possibly be a match for Dongfang Weiwo?

Having fought in the streets in his past life and battled on the battlefield in this one, Dongfang Weiwo has accumulated far more experience than his peers. He specifically targets key points and vital areas, and every move he makes is ruthless and vicious.

The two fought swiftly, exchanging more than ten blows in the blink of an eye. Although the Second Elder was of a higher cultivation level, he was kept in close proximity by Dongfang Weiwo, unable to unleash his full swordsmanship, and became increasingly frustrated as the fight progressed.

Dongfang Weiwu's true energy was being depleted very quickly, and the wounds on his palms, cut by the sword wind, were constantly bleeding, but he gritted his teeth and showed no sign of weakness.

The fifth move—he slammed his elbow into the Second Elder's temple, causing the elder to see stars.

The seventh move—a kick to the Second Elder's knee, the sound of bones cracking rang out, and the Second Elder knelt on one knee.

Just as Dongfang Weiwo was about to deliver the killing blow, the Second Elder gritted his teeth, risking a shattered knee, and gathered all his true energy in his right palm, slamming it fiercely towards Dongfang Weiwo's chest.

This palm strike was fierce, and Dongfang Weiwo had no way to avoid it.

Just then, on a rooftop a hundred feet away, an almost imperceptible black shadow slightly raised its hand. A silver needle as thin as a cow's hair pierced through the air, silently piercing the Second Elder's Jianjing acupoint.

The Second Elder's right arm went numb, and 70% of the force of his palm strike was deflected.

Dongfang Weiwo seized this fleeting opportunity, his right hand forming a knife-like shape, channeling his true energy, and stabbed it fiercely into the Second Elder's throat.

Click—!

The throat bone was fractured.

The second elder's eyes widened, and he fell backward.

From the moment Dongfang Weiwo made his move to the moment he killed the Second Elder, only a dozen or so breaths had passed. He glanced back at the distant rooftop—it was empty, with only the night wind blowing by. But he understood, and nodded slightly.

On the other side, Meng Xinghun fought alone against the First Elder and the Third Elder. Although he had the upper hand, he was unable to win quickly. Seeing that Dongfang Weiwo had already dealt with one of them, he was greatly encouraged, and his swordsmanship became even more fierce.

The First Elder's face turned ashen: "Third Brother, kill that brat first!"

The Third Elder turned and lunged at Dongfang Weiwo.

Dongfang Weiwo took a deep breath. While the killing of the Second Elder seemed smooth, he had actually exhausted nearly 70% of his true energy, and had also taken a half-slap to the shoulder, causing his internal organs to churn. Facing the Third Elder, he wasn't confident he could fight him head-on.

But there was no fear on his face.

Instead, he grinned and reached into his waistband to pull out two flying needles.

The Third Elder, having witnessed his methods in Qinghe City, felt a chill run down his spine and turned his sword to guard his face.

Dongfang Wei hurled the flying needles. One aimed straight for the Third Elder's left eye, and another flew towards his wrist holding the sword.

The Third Elder parried with his sword.

In that instant, Dongfang Weiwo sprang up. Not to retreat, but to charge straight at the enemy.

The Third Elder blocked the flying needles and thrust his sword back. But Dongfang Wei was already within half a foot of him—at close range, the sword became a hindrance.

Dongfang Weiwo grabbed the Third Elder's sword-wielding arm with both hands and twisted it sharply.

Click—!

Arm bone fracture.

The Third Elder screamed in agony. Dongfang Weiwo gave him no chance to catch his breath, thrusting his knee straight into his abdomen. The Third Elder doubled over in pain, and Dongfang Weiwo grabbed his head with both hands and twisted it forcefully.

Neck fracture.

The Third Elder fell to the ground.

The Grand Elder witnessed the successive deaths of his two junior brothers, and was utterly devastated. His swordsmanship faltered, and he turned and fled.

Meng Xinghun gave chase. Although the Grand Elder was timid, he was not one to surrender—he suddenly turned around while fleeing, his sword flashing back as he unleashed a "Returning Horse Sword" move, aiming straight for Meng Xinghun's heart. This sword strike was born of hatred and was incomparably fierce.

Meng Xinghun had anticipated this, and he dodged to the side, the sword grazing his ribs and drawing a trail of blood. He grunted, and instead of retreating, he advanced, grabbing the Grand Elder's sword-wielding wrist with his left hand while simultaneously thrusting his sword forward with his right.

puff--!

A sword pierces the heart.

The elder fell to the ground, twitched twice, and then remained motionless.

All three elders of the Iron Sword Sect were killed.

Dongfang Weiwo leaned against the wall, panting heavily. The wound on his palm was still bleeding, his lower abdomen was throbbing from the shock of the Third Elder's dying true energy, and the blow to his shoulder from the Second Elder had left his left arm almost unable to lift.

But his eyes were calm.

"Dragon Head, your injury—" Meng Xinghun walked over quickly.

"It's just a superficial wound, nothing serious." Dongfang Weiwo tore off a piece of his clothing and wrapped it around his palm, his gaze sweeping over the three corpses. "Clean them up thoroughly. Leave no trace."

"Yes."

On a distant rooftop, the dark figure silently disappeared into the night. Han Tang stood with his hands behind his back, a slight smirk playing on his lips, and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Dongfang Weiwo looked into the depths of the night, his eyes slightly narrowed.

The Iron Sword Sect will not let the death of three elders go unpunished. A tough battle is likely ahead.

But tonight's battle also confirmed one thing for him—

Realms are static, but people are dynamic.

Given enough experience and courage, killing someone of a higher level is not impossible.

He turned around.

"Walk."