Tian Zhang was an extremely meticulous cultivator. He trusted no one completely. In his eyes, every friend could become an enemy in the future, and even elders or trusted followers might turn against him at the moment he least expected.Although he appeared to have withdrawn from sect affairs to cultivate in seclusion, Tian Zhang was only pretending. He wanted others to believe that he was meditating and pursuing a higher cultivation realm on the path toward immortality. In truth, his mind was always occupied with his next move.Inside the information dispatch room, Tian Zhang carefully tied one letter to the leg of each of ten messenger pigeons. He opened the window wide and allowed the night wind to strike his face.One by one, he released the pigeons.The birds flew into the night sky, carrying his messages toward righteous sects throughout the Bai Feng Empire. None of them knew that most of what they carried had been fabricated.The following day, after the disturbance at the vice

“Please step aside, gentlemen.” “Give this weak scholar some room,” Rong Tian said in a modest tone, as though he truly wished to present himself as helpless. However, the calmness in his expression and the sharpness in his eyes concealed something far more dangerous. The fighters looked him over again, assessing his clothing and the fan in his hand. “Look at the way he stands,” the broad fighter whispered to the man beside him without lowering his voice. “He is not a cultivator. He is probably a wealthy child who does not even know where to place his feet.” “Even his fan looks cheap,” another man said with a snort. “I am certain his purse is more interesting than he is.” Instead of making room, they moved closer. They surrounded Rong Tian from three directions, their

Spring arrived quickly, bringing warmth and new color to Biratama City. Plum blossoms opened along the streets, filling the air with a fragrance that reached markets, courtyards, and residential alleys. That day marked the beginning of the Spring Festival, an annual celebration organized by the Biratama City Council. The dragon boat festival was the main attraction. Thousands of travelers arrived from surrounding regions to watch the races and take part in the celebrations. The city, usually calm, became crowded from morning onward. Merchants opened temporary stalls along the roads. Inns raised their prices. Street performers occupied every available corner, while children ran between the crowds carrying paper toys and candied fruit. However, beneath the celebration, something else was changing the atmosphere. The letters sent by the Pure

Chang Zhong looked Rong Tian over from head to toe. He did not see a sword, sect badge, or expensive ornament that might suggest an important background. “Younger Sister Hua, who is this weak and poor young man?” he asked with contempt. “Do you know him?” His gaze treated Rong Tian like an object being examined in a marketplace. “No sect and no weapon,” Chang Zhong murmured, more to himself than to Zhao Hua. “There is nothing here worth worrying about.” Zhao Hua’s expression changed quickly. The coldness on her face gave way to a practiced look of annoyance. She raised her voice enough for the pedestrians around them to hear. “I do not know him well.” She glanced at Rong Tian as though his presence had embarrassed her. “He is only the son of a ser

Rong Tian continued studying the young woman in black. The tiger-tooth whip in her hand was not an ordinary weapon. Faint traces of dark residue remained between the serrated edges, and the strong perfume around her could not completely conceal the bitter smell beneath it. Her aura had been deliberately restrained, but not fully hidden. She wanted skilled cultivators to notice enough to become cautious while ordinary people remained unaware of the danger standing beside them. Rong Tian understood that her offer was not genuine kindness. She was testing his response. “I am not hurt,” he said at last. His voice was calm. “And she is not worth killing. She can live with the choices she has made.” The woman narrowed her eyes. His answer was clearly not what she had expected. “Oh?” The c