The morning sunlight reflected off the thin, transparent energy layer that enveloped the Lin Family Branch Residence. From the outside, the place looked like an ordinary, shabby noble house, but in the eyes of those who understood the laws of nature, the softly humming 9 Hells Heaven-Sundering Array was an absolute fortress, impenetrable to anyone below the Sky Warrior realm. This absolute security brought a sigh of relief to the residents within, but for Xiao Chen, it was just the first step in a much larger conquest scheme. Inside the main hall, whose furniture had been cleaned by the remaining loyal servants, a closed-door meeting was taking place. The doors and windows were shut tight. Lin Tian sat upright in the Patriarch's chair. On his left, Lin Xuanyin sat with a serious face, her noble aura slowly strengthening after they had escaped a series of death threats. On the right, Lei Tie stood tall like an iron statue

The morning sun had not yet completely burned away the dew, but the streets in the center of Falling Star City were already filled with a sea of people. A two-story wooden building that had been abandoned for over a decade now stood with a new facade. Its weathered wooden planks had been replaced, painted a dark red with golden calligraphy that radiated magnificence. Sky Pavilion. In front of the wide-open main door, Lady Lin Xuanyin stood tall. Her white silk dress fluttered gently. Her face, which had once always been filled with fear, now radiated the dignity and firmness of a true noblewoman. Behind her, several old servants stood holding silver trays covered with red velvet cloths. Thousands of low-level cultivators, mercenaries, and assassins crowded the streets, elbowing each other with faces full of doubt and anticipation. "The Lin Family is giving away free pills? What kind of nonsense is th

The Poison King knelt in the dust of his own followers' ashes. He clutched his throat, his breath coming in ragged gasps. In his Dantian, a foreign object throbbed softly, refusing to be digested by his stomach acid or his pure Qi. The green-robed old man looked at Xiao Chen, who stood towering over him. The fear that had briefly crept in was now replaced by a hoarse, condescending laugh. The laugh grew louder, echoing in the deserted courtyard of the Lin Branch Residence. "Hahahaha! A leash?! Your dog?!" the Poison King mocked, struggling to his feet with his snake staff. He proudly patted his own chest. "You think your cheap poison pill can kill me? I am the Chairman of the Alchemist Guild! My body has been soaked in a thousand kinds of poison since I was a baby! I am immune to all poisons in this world, except those made by a Sky Warrior!" The Poison King closed his eyes, focusing his Peak-Stage King Warrior's Qi. He

The night air outside the Lin Family Branch Residence felt thick and suffocating. Hundreds of torches burned brightly, illuminating the greedy faces of dozens of elite warriors surrounding the street in front of the main gate. They were not petty black market thugs. They were a mix of righteous sects, dark sects, and wandering rogue warriors who had flocked from three neighboring cities after rumors of Earth Sand, alchemy recipes, and a 'Qilin Child' spread like a plague. At least twenty King Warriors and dozens of Titled Warriors stood there with weapons drawn. However, not a single one of them dared to step past the imaginary line separating the dusty street from the Lin Family Residence's courtyard. Right at the border of that line sat mounds of white ash blowing in the night wind. They were the remains of several foolish King Warriors and Titled Warriors who had tried to force their way in two days ago. The 9 Hells H

A gripping silence froze the street outside the Lin Family Branch Residence. The night wind seemed to stop blowing, afraid to disturb the aura of death that had just been born. Hundreds of martial artists who had been shouting insults and threats moments ago now stood frozen in place. Their widened eyes were filled with pure horror, fixated on the two piles of white ash on the ground. The remains of two Titled Warriors who had just been turned into dry skulls by a Head Steward in less than ten breaths. "D-Demon." whispered a King Warrior in a trembling voice, taking a step back unconsciously. "Such pathetic mental weakness," Xiao Chen thought coldly, sweeping his gaze over the crowd of enemies who were starting to lose their nerve. He deliberately let this atmosphere of terror seep into their bone marrow. In the midst of that mass shock, Jian Huo, the Poison King, smirked savagely. He was a predator