After Jhi Chen left, the room returned to silence. Yet the stillness lasted only for a moment. From the thin air at the center of the room, a ripple of spiritual energy appeared, and a shadow slowly solidified into human form. A man in a black robe knelt respectfully before Manager Touba Mei. “Subordinate greets master.” His voice was low and deep, almost inaudible unless one paid close attention. The cold aura surrounding him revealed that he was no ordinary servant but one of the manager’s personal right hands. Touba Mei gazed at her subordinate calmly. “Follow him. Find out what he is doing in the Ricia Realm. I am certain he is not from this realm. If he faces any trouble, you must immediately assist him. Our chamber must befriend someone like him.” Her tone was firm, full of calculation. She leaned slightly back, looking toward the door where Jhi Chen had exited earlier. “With my cultivation, I couldn’t see his realm. That means he possesses an extraordinary treasure. Such

“When one Sect Leader makes a mistake, all his members become involved. Yet you kneel before your own enemy. You have no qualification to live. You were always arrogant because you were protected by your sect leader. But you pretend to repent when your enemy is stronger than your Patriarch. How ridiculous.” Jhi Chen’s voice was flat, but it echoed powerfully amid the ruins of the city destroyed by battle. The wind carried the remaining dust and the scent of blood, adding a chilling undertone to his words. Hundreds of remaining members of the Shandian Sect knelt, their bodies trembling violently, but none dared to move. Jhi Chen let out a faint snort. In an instant, the spiritual pressure suppressing them intensified sharply. The air vibrated, and within seconds, everyone bound by his oppressive power exploded into a mist of blood. The sound of faint explosions was heard in succession, leaving behind an eerie silence in the air. The ground turned red, and the air grew heavy. There w

The wound on Jhi Chen’s shoulder was deep, with a hint of bone visible between the torn flesh. Yet his face showed no pain. He immediately circulated moon energy within his body. The flow of energy spun rapidly along his meridians, and in an instant, the wound on his shoulder closed again. The torn flesh and skin fused as if he had never been injured. However, though his body healed, Jhi Chen could not truly relax. He knew his body’s healing ability was extraordinary, but if the injury was too severe, it would still burden him. The moon energy required balance — and its misuse could backfire on his own body. The air around him began to tremble. Jhi Chen stared sharply at the enemies still surrounding him. “Seventh Dance, Demon Sword Dance!” Jhi Chen’s voice echoed, and in an instant, the Golden Patterned Dragon Sword in his hand transformed. Its blade was shrouded in dense black light, the golden patterns on its surface trembling and radiating a terrifying gleam. The sword’s aura

They immediately chanted several complex formulas. Strands of ancient symbols appeared in the air, swirling to form luminous circles stacked atop one another. In an instant, hundreds of spiritual runes floated around, each emitting immense pressure as they shot toward Jhi Chen like a deadly rain of light. But Jhi Chen didn’t wait for the runes to reach him. He already knew the destructive power contained within each formula. His body vibrated along with the Golden Patterned Dragon Sword, which glowed once again, the blade now covered in dense black light and lightning. He unleashed several rapid slashes toward the sky. Black lightning roared, striking every incoming rune. BOOM! BOOM! Explosion after explosion shook the air. The ground trembled violently, the clouds above rolled, and the light from the collisions made the sky appear aflame. The runes that were supposed to trap Jhi Chen shattered apart, turning into spiritual dust swept away by the raging energy storm. But the bl

Before the old man confirmed Jhi Chen’s condition, he first drove away the man in black robes from the Mysterious Golden Robe Pavilion. With a single cold glance, power from his body swept through the area, and the man in black was thrown several hundred meters away. The man did not dare resist; his body trembled before he bowed deeply and vanished without daring to look back. After ensuring that no one else was nearby, the old man turned his gaze toward the Nine-Star Salke Formation that was protecting Jhi Chen. He watched in silence, as though observing every line of the formation with great curiosity. But because the formation rejected all spiritual power penetration, the old man chose to wait. Time continued to pass. One day in the outer world felt brief, but for Jhi Chen, who was inside the Mustard Martial Space Pagoda, thirty-five days had already passed. When the formation around him began to tremble softly, the door of the Mustard Martial Space Pagoda slowly opened. Jhi Che