“You should have given up your chance to enter this Dungeon. You’re useless anyway. Your spiritual root is broken, and you can no longer grow stronger. All you do is run around wasting energy. Even as a cripple, you still rely on your father’s influence to bully others.” A handsome blond youth with a heroic aura spoke coldly as he stared at the red-haired youth before him. “Yes, Richard is right, Mattimeo. We all know Brother Josh deserves this opportunity far more than you.” The girl dressed in yellow, who looked around seventeen or eighteen, spoke with a condescending expression as she glanced at the red-haired youth. The red-haired youth slowly raised his head and met her gaze directly. The girl in yellow felt her heart skip slightly. Even now, she still had not gotten over his appearance. His face looked as though it had been carved from flawless jade, beautiful and captivating. His jawline was sharp and straight, his features refined, while his eyes carried a fierce intensi

The Ravenshire Clan's main hall was packed. Dozens of clan members filled the chamber, their voices blending into a restless sea of whispers and shocked murmurs. The moment Roland stepped through the entrance, silence descended so abruptly that even the faintest cough sounded loud. At the center of the hall stood Gia, Richard, and Nicholas, surrounded by questioning elders and anxious relatives. The instant Gia saw the family head, her heart lurched. Her fingers tightened involuntarily, and each breath became shallower than the last. Before Roland reached them, her father stepped behind her and placed a firm hand on her shoulder. "Remember what I told you," he whispered into her ear. His voice was low but carried an unmistakable warning. Then he stepped away and returned to the crowd as everyone instinctively made way for Roland. The family head strode forward, his expression unreadable. "What happened?" he asked. "What is this I'm hearing about my Mattimeo?" A heavy silenc

Mattimeo's expression darkened. A level-one spirit Beast. At least it wasn't a Spirit Beast same level as the scorpions earlier. Not that it made much difference. As a mere Level Six Spirit Gathering cultivator, he stood no chance against either of them. He slowly retreated. The gray wolf's cold eyes locked onto him before its powerful legs exploded with force as it lunged. Mattimeo instinctively dodged. The wolf flashed past him, missing completely. His eyes widened. The beast was fast. Extremely fast. Yet somehow, he had evaded it with ease. Before the wolf could even recover from its missed attack, Mattimeo was already several steps away. "How...?" He stared at himself in disbelief. He knew exactly how fast he used to be. This was completely different. Had fear distorted his perception? Was he imagining things? A furious growl interrupted his thoughts. The wolf spun around and launched itself at him again, its claws tearing through the air with savage force. Mattime

After using his power for a while, Mattimeo realized something surprising.Even with all the energy he had accumulated, he was still not as strong as a first-level Energy Refinement cultivator.He thought back carefully and remembered the enormous influx of energy that had entered his body through the wolf he had killed earlier.A theory began to form in his mind.To verify it, he decided to continue hunting low-grade beasts and observe the results.Hours passed.Throughout that time, he hunted numerous beasts, absorbing the strange gray energy that entered his body after each kill.The more he fought, the more convinced he became that his theory was correct.Eventually, he encountered a Level Two Spirit Beast.A massive bear.Its towering frame was covered in thick muscles and dense fur, making it incredibly difficult to injure. Every exchange left Mattimeo feeling as though he were attacking a moving wall.The battle dragged on.The bear suddenly swung a gigantic paw.Boom!The impa