Kai summoned his halberd and his grip tightened on it, muscles flexing as he braced himself for the fight of his life. The forest trembled, the ground shook and then from the shadows burst forth……a tiny, squeaky thing.Kai blinked.Once then twice and again and again. Seriously?He slowly lowered his halberd, his expression caught somewhere between confusion and pure disbelief.“Wait a minute,” he muttered. “You’re… you’re kidding me.”The creature hovering weakly before him wasn’t a terrifying ten-meter monster. No. It was barely the size of a goat, maybe smaller or slightly bigger, with silky white fur that shimmered faintly under the moonlight. Two tiny wings sprouted awkwardly from its back, flapping weakly as it wobbled in the air. Its tail flicked like a cat’s, and its large golden eyes blinked up at him with the kind of innocent curiosity that could melt a warlord’s heart.It looked like a lion cub had gotten drunk, fallen in love with a pegasus, and somehow been born adorable.

Kai frowned, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked down at the arrogant group below. Some disciples stood there in shimmering white robes, their chins raised so high he wondered how they hadn’t tripped over their pride yet.“Alright,” Kai said lazily, one hand still holding the glowing fruit. “Before we go any further, I need clarification. Are you commanding me, or politely requesting me to leave this fruit alone? Because I can’t seem to tell with that tone of yours. Sounds like you’re trying to cough up superiority and choking on it.”The group stiffened, obviously not used to being questioned. Kai continued, his tone infuriatingly calm.“See, I’m a very reasonable man. I’ve got plenty of fruits already, so I wouldn’t mind leaving this one. But your tone? Yeah, that’s not something I can tolerate. Politeness is free, gentlemen. Try using it once in a while.”He leaned back against the branch, completely relaxed then he continued with a straight face, “That attitude of yours? That

Kai walked through the strange wasteland grinning like a man who had just robbed Heaven’s pantry. He had entered a new place and it was a little weird. The ground in this place was cracked and dry, yet not quite desert, a few crooked trees stood scattered like survivors of some old war, but not enough to call it a forest either. It wasn’t a savannah, not a canyon, not anything that made sense and Kai hated that.He looked around, squinting at the horizon. “What the hell even is this place… a confused biome?” he muttered, kicking a rock.Still, he didn’t stop. The beast trotted beside him, tail wagging, its little wings occasionally flapping dust into his face. Kai had no destination, no plan, and not a single care in the world. His storage rings were half-filled with shiny, Qi-rich fruits, he was the definition of wealth in this realm. No matter what happened, he wouldn’t starve and neither would his greedy little sidekick, who was now sniffing at the rings like a thief plotting a mi

The men growled, furious, Qi flaring around them, the air between them trembled as Kai rolled his shoulders, his muscles tightening, bones cracking as he decided that play time's over. Then, without another word, they all moved.The first man appeared behind Kai with blinding speed, his movement technique leaving a faint blur of afterimages. His fist glowed with compressed Qi as he aimed for Kai’s spine. But Kai pivoted sharply, his right elbow flashing backward and bang! meeting the punch head-on. The impact cracked the air, dust spiraling around them.“Not bad,” Kai grinned, “but you should’ve stayed home.”He twisted, his knee snapping upward into the man’s ribs. The attacker gasped, stumbling back, blood spurting from his mouth but before Kai could follow through, another cultivator appeared at his flank, his palm glowing white.Kai ducked just as the Qi wave tore through the space above his head, slicing a clean arc through a massive rock behind him. “Alright,” Kai muttered, teet

The six groups marched into the heart of the silent village, their boots thudding on cracked stone, alert for ambush but met by only empty echoes and wind. The ruins looked old, ghostly walls, shattered gates, weeds tangled everywhere. But before anyone could get too deep, they all stopped as one, eyes widening at the same thing.Right at the entrance, carved in stone taller than a wagon, were giant words, “To be Worthy of the Inheritance, you…”And that was it, nothing more. The words trailed off, the rest swallowed by time, leaving only a jagged crack where the sentence should have continued.The whole crowd froze. Someone at the back coughed, the silence stretching. Then, as if on cue, everyone ignored the mysterious stone and started forward, maybe there was a clue deeper inside, maybe the old thing was just for show.But up ahead, the path split into three, each fork leading into dense fog. The six groups spread out, each picking a different road, the air buzzing with anxious sho