Chapter 1: "Please, I am begging you. Please stop. I'll give you anything, just stop, please!" Ye Feng writhed against the cold stone floor, forced onto his knees by two heavy-handed guards. He was a youth of thin build and dark hair, his clothes tattered and his face pale with helplessness. His eyes were wide with horror as he locked them on his half-brother, Ye Cheng, who stood over their bound mother. "Ye Feng, it’s not that I refuse to stop," Ye Cheng replied, his tone dripping with mock pity. He casually wiped fresh blood off the short knife in his hand. "It is your mother who refuses to reveal where she hid the clan's spirit stones It's her you should beg. Those stones are crucial to our clan survival. My hands are tied here." Bloody liar, Ye Feng snarled in his mind. Ye Cheng and his mother, Ye Shuyin, have always plotted to cast us out. My father used to stand up for us, but ever since the Spirit Root Awakening Ceremony, he treats us like garbage. Now they've framed

Chapter 3: "System, how do I retrieve the sword?" [The sword has already been retrieved by the Host and is stored inside your bloodstream.] Ye Feng panicked. "In my bloodstream? Isn't that dangerous?" [Do not worry, Host. The Pulsar Blade possesses a hidden-weapon feature. It can rest harmlessly within your blood and be summoned instantly for battle, acting as an hidden weapon when necessary.] "Oh," Ye Feng breathed, calming his racing pulse. "So, how do I call it out?" [Steady your mind and call upon it.] Ye Feng did exactly as instructed. He closed his eyes and focused. Instantly, a crimson energy gathered at his fingertips, extending into a magnificent sword. The blade was a deep, blood-red hue, radiating an intense, palpable killing intent that made the surrounding air hum with power. He didn't have time to admire it. The bushes burst open. A massive bull the size of a truck, completely engulfed in roaring flames, charged into the clearing. "So, my first beast

Chapter 5: The atmosphere grew suffocating, thick with a heavy, predatory silence. Man and genius stood at an absolute stalemate.Slowly, Ye Feng’s cold face cracked into a dark, humorless laugh. "Now I understand how someone your age is already a Core Formation master. You are quite intelligent."Mo Qingxue didn’t flinch. "So, are you going to let me leave or not?"Ye Feng stepped closer, his footsteps deliberate. "Let me ask you a single question first."Unable to stand, Mo Qingxue could only glare upward. "Speak.""I know you came here because you detected the energy of my Myriad Body, desperately needing a vessel to expel your volatile Yin energy," Ye Feng said, his tone devoid of emotion. "So tell me: if our positions were reversed, and you found me while you were at the peak of your strength... would you have let me go? Or would you have forcefully shackled me into your personal cultivation vessel?"Mo Qingxue's eyelids fluttered. He knows, she realized frantically, her mind ra

Chapter 7: At the sudden sound of Ye Cheng’s voice, Ye Feng’s entire body went rigid. His hands clenched so violently that his fingernails sliced into his palms, causing dark crimson blood to drip quietly onto the floor.Behind him, Mo Qingxue’s sharp eyes caught the sudden burst of raw, untamed hatred, but she remained silent, keeping her head low. Suppressing the absolute fury raging in his chest, Ye Feng turned his back to the entrance and calmly followed the maid up the wooden stairs.Down in the lobby, Ye Cheng’s eyes casually drifted toward the staircase. His brow furrowed slightly as he stared at the masked youth’s retreating back. Why does that person look so familiar? he wondered, a brief flicker of suspicion entering his mind.He turned his arrogant gaze to the trembling innkeeper. "Who are those two?""Oh, just some ordinary travelers who just checked in, Young Master Ye," the innkeeper replied obsequiously, bowing low.Ye Cheng scoffed internally, dismissing the thought.

Chapter 9: The Forging of a Master Seven grueling years trickled by inside the Temporal Void. For seven years, Ye Feng’s raw, agonizing screams echoed through the endless nothingness. His soul fractured, shattered, and dissolved repeatedly, pushed far past the breaking point. Yet, through absolute, terrifying force of will, his consciousness refused to fade. He ruthlessly dragged the scattered particles of his existence back together, forcing them to fuse. When the final collapse settled, a magnificent, radiant gold-colored soul form materialized within the dark vacuum, pulsating with an immense, blinding spiritual pressure. Mu Chen lowered his jade pipe, his eyes wide with profound shock. What terrifying willpower... If he doesn't perish prematurely, this boy will undoubtedly shake the foundations of the Upper Realms. Inside his mind, Ye Feng’s golden avatar trembled slightly. That was too close. I could feel it... I genuinely came within a hair’s breadth of absolute death. If my