“Dracula, you’re a renowned divine grandmaster,” Adam sneered, his gaze sharp and unyielding. “Do you even dare to fight me one-on-one?”Dracula laughed, slow and contemptuous. He clasped his hands behind his back, radiating supreme confidence. “Why wouldn’t I? Come. Let me see what gives you the courage to bark so loudly.”Adam drew a deep breath. There was no retreat left, no trick to buy time. If he wanted to live, he had to carve a path with his fists.With a sharp shout, Adam struck first.His fist shot forward like a cannonball, spiritual energy roaring to life around it. The air screamed as it compressed, rippling violently as though space itself were trembling under the force.Dracula snorted in disdain and met the punch head-on.Boom!The collision sounded like thunder splitting the heavens. A shockwave exploded outward, shattering pebbles and ripping shallow grooves into the asphalt beneath their feet. The night air churned violently as if a storm had been born in that insta

Selena, Lazarus, and Whitney did not hesitate for even a second. The moment Dracula gave the order, they burst forward like hunting hounds released from their chains, their killing intent sharp and undisguised.Although none of them could match Adam at his peak, they knew one thing very clearly—he was wounded.Badly wounded.He had just fought two divine grandmasters head-on. His energy was nearly exhausted, his meridians strained, and blood continued to pour from the gashes on his body. Against three grandmasters attacking together, even Adam would struggle to survive.Adam sprinted forward, his breaths heavy and uneven. Warm blood soaked through his clothes and dripped onto the asphalt, leaving a crimson trail behind him. His vision blurred slightly, but he forced himself to stay conscious.If he slowed down even a little, he would die.Seeing the dark woods by the roadside, Adam made a sharp turn and plunged into the trees. Branches whipped across his face as he pushed deeper into

Adam felt his strength draining away with every step, but he still gritted his teeth and forced himself forward. Driven by sheer willpower, he ran several more miles, weaving through the dense forest until his legs finally gave out.His vision darkened, and he collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.Knowing he could not delay any longer, Adam reached into his pocket with trembling fingers and took out an Ultimate Nourishing Pill. Without hesitation, he swallowed it.The Ultimate Nourishing Pill was an extremely precious medicinal pill. Its primary function was to enhance one’s cultivation base, but it also possessed remarkably powerful healing effects—far superior to those of ordinary healing pills. Even grandmasters would treat such a pill as a life-saving treasure.As the pill dissolved in his body, a warm current spread rapidly through his meridians.Adam immediately sat cross-legged on the ground and began to circulate his internal energy, guiding the medicinal power to repair h

When he appeared again, his appearance had changed completely.His hair was partially gray, streaked with white at the temples, and a neatly trimmed goatee framed his chin. Wrinkles lined his face just enough to give him an ageless, otherworldly presence. His eyes were calm and profound, as if he had seen countless lives and deaths. At a glance, he looked like a reclusive immortal who had stepped out of the mountains.In his hand was a simple wooden sign with bold, handwritten words:“Cure the incurable. Heal the gravest wounds.”After completing his disguise, Adam wandered the streets near the Marlowe residence, moving slowly and deliberately, as though he had all the time in the world.At first, passersby scoffed.“Another fraud.”“An old con artist looking for easy money.”“Curing the incurable? What a joke.”Most people only gave him a few glances before walking away. Adam didn’t argue or explain. He simply stood there quietly, his expression serene.Eventually, a man with a chron

He had attempted suicide more than once, but every attempt ended in failure.Lazarus had long anticipated Julian’s fragile mental state and had stationed people to watch him day and night. Even when Julian slept, someone stood guard outside his door. The reason was cruel yet practical—to keep him alive long enough to restore his manhood and ensure the continuation of the Marlowe bloodline.The Marlowe family was not lacking in descendants, but Lazarus himself had only one son and one daughter. In a large aristocratic family, daughters were ultimately considered outsiders once they married. The responsibility of carrying on the family name inevitably fell upon the son.Julian.Yet after consulting countless renowned physicians and miraculous healers, all of them had reached the same conclusion—his condition was incurable.Over time, Julian had fallen into despair.Now, however, the sudden appearance of a wandering healer capable of curing the incurable ignited a faint spark of hope wit