Wang Chen's chuckles slowed down as his feet touched the bottom of the stone stairs of the Tenth Peak. He walked casually along the quiet sect path, but abruptly his steps came to a halt.Wang Chen patted his own forehead."Good grief... I don't even know where Great Elder Hua Yi's residence is," Wang Chen muttered with a resigned sigh. As a new disciple who had suddenly become the Master of two peaks, the vast inner region of the sect still felt foreign to him.Without wasting time racking his brain alone, Wang Chen's eyes lit up as he remembered the most reliable figure when it came to directions. He altered his direction toward the Mission Acceptance Pagoda—the place that had just served as the silent witness to his victory over Bai Long.The sound of Wang Chen's footsteps echoed lightly inside the hall of the Mission Acceptance Pagoda, which was already beginning to settle down after the earlier commotion. Behind the magnificent teak wood desk, Elder Feng was massaging his temples

Wang Chen cupped his hands together, offering a bow with his back remaining upright and radiating a calm aura of pride."Answering Great Elder Hua Yi, this disciple has no intention whatsoever of bringing trouble to you," Wang Chen replied with a clear and steady voice. "However, this disciple sincerely requests that you grant your blessing and full authority to execute this S-class mission."Hearing that request, Great Elder Hua Yi's delicate brows furrowed slightly. An elegant, chilling aura emanated faintly from her body, making the air around the golden peach tree feel as though it were freezing over."You are underestimating the situation too much, Wang Chen," Hua Yi said, her tone suddenly turning serious and pressing. "The entrapment of the Cao Imperial princess in the ruins of the poison fog world is not that simple... Many elders from various clans, and even pillars from other major sects, have tried to complete that mission... But the results were nil... No one has ever retu

The sound of Wang Chen's footsteps instantly startled Lu Fan and Ling Jian. Upon hearing the casual tone of his greeting, the two youths—who had been on the verge of passing out right on the rock—straightened their backs. Their gazes widened, filled with explosive frustration."Damn you, Wang Chen!" Lu Fan cursed hysterically, completely disregarding etiquette anymore. He tossed the last bamboo scroll in his hand onto the table with a sullen expression."Your idea of a good task! We're martial cultivators, not city hall scribes or clerks! My brain feels like it's about to explode sorting through thousands of disciple files from morning till evening!"Ling Jian, who was usually quiet and spoke very little, let out a harsh snort. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his robe sleeve while pointing dramatically at Wang Chen."Fighting three high-level savage beasts at once is way easier than facing a swarm of thousands of disciples shoving each other just to register for the Tenth Pe

Mei Chongfeng, Yuan Li, and Nai cupped their fists in a deep, respectful bow once more. Together with Lu Fan and Ling Jian, the three of them slowly withdrew, leaving Wang Chen's private residence, which was now once again enveloped in the quiet of the night.With their departure, Wang Chen let out a long sigh. The heavy thoughts regarding the peak's internal affairs were finally lifted entirely. Without wasting any more time, he walked toward his private chamber. He laid his body down on the sandalwood wooden bed, allowing his consciousness to rest completely in preparation for the thrilling battle tomorrow.When the thick, gloomy clouds of the night slowly faded, replaced by a streak of golden-orange on the eastern horizon, the Tenth Peak began to awaken. The dawn light crept softly through the window gaps of Wang Chen's residence.Wang Chen had already woken up early. After cleaning himself up and refreshing his mind, he donned the identity robe of an outer disciple of the Sky Swor

Two days passed amidst the flapping of freezing winds. Elder Yao Dan’s emerald-green sword cleaved the firmament at a constant speed, piercing through thousands of miles of mountainous terrain until it finally arrived before the magnificent, towering fortress of the Cao Empire that loomed at the edge of sight.The city walls, inlaid with carvings of black dragons, appeared sturdy enough to withstand the erosion of time. However, the aura surrounding the palace felt exceptionally heavy, shrouded in a chilling fog of grief.The moment they landed in the palace's main courtyard, the arrival of the three cultivators from the Sky Sword Sect was immediately greeted by a line of armored imperial guards on horseback. Without wasting any time, a senior eunuch in red robes took the lead, guiding them through the magnificent corridors straight toward the Throne Hall."Follow us..."The bronze doors, standing dozens of meters tall, slowly swung open. Inside the grandiose yet freezing hall stood a