In the hands of an average Joe, the Blood Path would be frail and faint, crumbling at the slightest touch, scattering with a mere pat.However, the Quayle family was a breed apart.The Quayle had deep and powerful roots, riding on the coattails of a nation's golden streak and boasting a millennium of prosperity.Their Blood Path, a slender thread of crimson, writhed like a miniature dragon, its rich hue reminiscent of the fiery Phoenix Blossom from the depths of hell.With the Imperial Court as their only competitor, the Quayles were unsurpassed in Lindorm, the top dog among noble houses.A Terrestrial Immortal held court within their walls—who dared challenge them?Clearly, Nuben Quayle had made a bad bet.He wanted to be the only big fish in Lindorm, untouchable in his lofty perch. He had planned to kill Ashton, but he dragged his feet for too long.A master of self-cultivation like Ashton was leagues beyond any old-school warriors. After his Syferia Glacial Plains adventure,

[The true crisis?][That's right, the true crisis. It's the Fairy Court. They're a legend among us Lindorm warriors, a force that's been around for millennia but vanished from our world for reasons unknown. Now, the Fairy Court is returning; with it, warriors of unimaginable strength are emerging one by one.][So what if they're all mighty? It doesn't change a thing for us regular warriors—no escape, no respect when up against those superbeings!]A minute later, the Mount Lindsey Man chimed in again. [You've got it all wrong. Ashton hasn't gone on a killing spree. Whether it was his first showdown on Syferia Glacial Plains, the clash at Sunoria, the wild skirmish in Rachwalik Huntsville, or the showdown in Kensington's Dragon Valley, he did not start any of them. He's not the type to build a force to crush regular warriors like us. His group, Medicine Valley, has always been about self-preservation. However, that Fairy Court? They're a whole different story.][What's so different a

Rama shot the loudmouth a death glare and hissed a warning that shut them up on the spot."Things are pretty dicey right now, and I get why everyone's wound up." Wren's voice echoed across Medicine Valley. "However, remember, we're all in the same boat. Everyone in Medicine Valley is hanging by a thread. I'm just as scared and antsy as you are, but I'm out here fighting. I need you to keep it together and not stir up trouble behind the lines.""Mister Wesley, no matter what's between you and my son, it's time to gear up for battle."Symere nodded and smiled. "Master, you've given me a second chance at life, a gift I can never repay. I'll fight with everything I've got."Wren's lips tightened. "Alright, no need for that. If we survive this, I'll have my son lift the mark from your mind, setting you free. After that, it's your call to stick around or leave."Symere's eyes locked onto hers, and he nodded with fierce determination.Just then...Boom!A deafening blast rocked the sk

"A word was spoken, and a spell was cast. They've reached the sage's domain! He's truly a Holy Master!"The crowd at the Martial Fairy Alliance gasped in awe.Stepping into the sage's domain through the art of techniques was similar to obtaining Terrestrial Immortal status in martial arts, but it was tougher, rarer, and considerably more powerful.A word was spoken, and a spell was cast—that sentence implied that although most spells required rituals, symbols, or chants to be cast, a sage-level master could do it with a single thought, word, or gesture. The quantity and power of the tactics they could use depended entirely on their personal development and the depth of their spiritual force.For example, Yaxkin could summon a bolt of Thunderous Heaven Shaker, and it did not even put a dent in his spiritual power.Mount Lindsey was famous for its mastery of the Thunder Arts, and the Thunderous Heaven Shaker was among the most formidable. It harnessed the pure energy of the cosmos t

A longsword fell from the skies, its fearsome aura dividing the newly created mountain trail in two. Seventy percent of those about to descend were reduced to dust in the aftermath of its descent, demonstrating the sword's peak Terrestrial Immortal power."Who was it? Who had just arrived? That level of destructive power was undoubtedly that of a top-tier expert who could have made it onto the Chart of Legends!"The onlookers hid, hearts pounding with fear.Even Yaxkin, who was fighting the three mighty Terrestrial Immortals, and Symere and Kanan, who had shown themselves in their own conflicts, focused on the source."Those weaklings are like insects, too numerous to exterminate. Conquering this place is one thing, but purging it of vermin will be a chore."If only they'd turn on each other, or better yet, vanish into thin air."A languid and detached voice wafted across from the distance.A youth in a modest robe approached, appearing to walk on air. Behind him trailed a group