Kaelen’s eyes went wide. “You… practice demonic cultivation?”Scar-faced Uncle shook his head slowly, a sly, unreadable smile tugging at his lips. “Yes… and no.”Kaelen frowned, suspicion flickering across his face. “What do you mean by that?”The older man extended a hand. True qi spiraled around it, a dazzling whirlpool of pure Yang energy, demonic aura, and forces Kaelen couldn’t even name.“Multi-attribute true qi?” Kaelen’s curiosity sparked. “You’re cultivating multiple inheritances at once?”Scar-faced Uncle chuckled, low and almost bitter. “It’s a secret. If the wrong people found out, ancient families would hunt me down without a second thought.”Kaelen nodded slowly. The tavern owner—so ordinary, so unassuming—harbored a past far beyond what anyone could guess.After a moment, the older man leaned closer. His voice was low, commanding, almost hypnotic. “Wind Boy… aren’t you curious about an inheritance like mine? Don’t you want it?”It was obvious. He had fended off countles

“If this were the old me… I would have run a thousand miles. But now?” Kaelen’s voice boomed, deep and unyielding, echoing from the metal mask of the Demon Lord Armor. “I feel no fear. I sought only peace in cultivation, yet you dare strike and threaten my life? Very well. Today, both of you will pay.”Boom!A surge of pure, relentless true qi erupted from him, amplified by the armor. His aura instantly rivaled the mightiest of Celestial Martial Realm experts.“Ancient Dragon-Elephant Fist!”He lifted his fist high, and the air around him seemed to shiver. It was as if an ancient god had awakened. Dark-gold gauntlets shimmered, radiating molten demonic light.Boom! Clang!Six colossal, ethereal dragons and elephants fused with his strike, their roars shaking the heavens. One blow shattered the Qiankun Blazing Sun Sword and Tian Yangsheng’s golden halberd midair.“What?! One punch… destroyed two supreme Celestial Martial Realm experts’ attacks?” “There’s… a practitioner of demonic arts

Serenya of House Hanwynn stood alone by the quiet pond, watching the koi drift lazily beneath the water. Her blue silk gown rippled with the breeze, brushing against her form with effortless grace. But no amount of elegance could hide the sadness shadowing her delicate features.A bitter, almost fleeting smile tugged at her lips.“Fish… little fish,” she whispered, voice trembling. “If only I could be as free as you.”For a heartbeat, her thoughts flickered to him—a young man, snow-robed, eyes steady and unwavering.“Kaelen…” she breathed, the name trembling from her lips. He had been her anchor, the one person who could cut through the darkness weighing on her heart.It had been over a month since he disappeared into the wilderness. She’d searched tirelessly, every day gnawing at the edge of hope and despair.“But Father…” her voice faltered, “he needs the Dragon Blood Pill from the City Lord’s Mansion. If I refuse Caius… he won’t give it to us.” Her chest tightened. The man she desp

“Ah! Brat! Die before me!”Lysarion’s roar tore through the grand hall like a thunderclap. He surged forward, decades of mastery coiling in his limbs, channeling the legendary clan-sealing technique: Lion Beast King Fist!Instantly, colossal golden lions erupted from the ground—fangs bared, claws slashing at Kaelen with lethal intent. The floor trembled beneath their phantom roars, dust shaking loose from the rafters.Kaelen didn’t flinch. Around him, the Ancient Dragon-Elephants stirred, their immense forms radiating a raw, primordial aura. Their trumpeting roars echoed like the birth of the world itself.Legends whispered of these titans—offspring of true dragons and celestial elephants, rulers of the earliest lands. Even Lysarion’s perfected golden lions looked trivial in comparison.Kaelen stepped forward. The Dragon-Elephants lifted their massive heads, their pillar-like legs smashing down with unstoppable force.Boom!Lysarion was hurled across the hall, crashing into stone. Bloo

Valehart sat at the apex of the grand hall, flanked by Kaelen and Serenya. Every elder, every second-generation leader of House Hanwynn watched him with wide eyes, their attention rapt. Together, they were the beating heart of the clan’s power, a living testament to centuries of honor, influence, and resilience.Valehart held a letter, raising it high. His voice carried through the hall, firm and commanding:“The City Lord’s Mansion has sent word. They will exchange a Dragon Blood Treasure Pill for Caius’s life—but only in secrecy. Kaelen must go alone to a secluded forest outside Thornreach County tomorrow morning to complete the exchange.”A ripple of murmurs ran through the hall.“Could it be a trap?” an elder asked, suspicion heavy in his tone.“Unlikely,” another replied. “Everyone has seen Kaelen’s strength. No one in Thornreach County could challenge him. Massed forces would fail.”Serenya’s calm, steady voice cut through the tension. “I know the experts of the City Lord’s Mans