"What did these people take me for…"

Wang Chen's eyes burned with a restrained fury, the calm surface of his expression hiding a cold undercurrent. It had been a long time since anyone dared to speak to him in such a tone. If it were someone vastly stronger than him, perhaps he could have understood.

But a mere Golden Core Realm family head?

That was crossing a line.

Some might call this arrogance. Wang Chen knew better. This was not arrogance—it was order. If any random Tom, Dick, or Harry could shout his name and demand his death, then he would never have a single peaceful day again.

Rules existed for a reason.

Yet despite the storm of thoughts raging in his mind, Wang Chen didn't move.

He remained seated, his posture relaxed, his gaze indifferent as it settled on the entrance of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo. His eyes seemed to pierce through stone and formation alike, calmly locking onto the four figures floating outside, as if they were nothing more than dust carried by the wind.

…

Lin Huang was in the middle of meditation when the thunderous shout rang out.

His eyes snapped open.

Displeasure instantly surged through his chest, his brows knitting together sharply. Someone dared to insult his master like this?

Who was it that had grown tired of living?

In Lin Huang's heart, his master was a kind, magnanimous existence—someone who rarely bothered with trivial grudges. That only made this insult even more unforgivable.

Some distance away, the two Fang sisters were silently practicing the strange exercises Wang Chen had taught them. Their movements were stiff, but focused. Still, the heaviness on their faces betrayed their inner turmoil.

Fang Biyu's heart clenched.

The moment she heard that furious shout, recognition struck her like lightning.

Father!

Her breathing turned shallow as worry flooded her eyes. She instinctively turned her head to look behind her, where Fang Zhirou was still diligently practicing her poses, blissfully unaware of the storm about to descend.

So the Yun family's arrival wasn't the end.

Her escape… had been discovered.

And now, the Fang Family Patriarch himself had come knocking—with killing intent.

...

Li Mei was deeply immersed in her cultivation, her consciousness locked in a state of absolute focus as she condensed Chains of Enlightenment one after another.

Foundation Building was, at its core, a realm of comprehension and resources.

With enough resources, a cultivator could forcibly push through and erect the structure of their foundation. With enough understanding, they could refine and perfect it. Lacking either meant stagnation—years, sometimes decades, spent struggling at the threshold.

Some possessed sharp comprehension but were shackled by poverty. Others had inexhaustible resources yet lacked insight—like the heirs of great families, drowned in treasures but unable to truly understand the Dao.

Even with a solid foundation, one still needed to master multiple techniques before they could begin forging Chains of Enlightenment.

Yet, as always, there were exceptions.

Li Mei was one of them.

The Nine-Petaled Soul Calming Flame continuously nourished her spiritual force, restoring it even as it was consumed. Exhaustion simply did not exist for her. As for comprehension—having once stood at the Eternal Emperor Realm, her understanding of the Foundation Building stage bordered on ridicule.

At any moment, she could step into the peak of the Foundation Building Realm.

The number of Chains of Enlightenment she had already condensed had surpassed two hundred. Just a hundred more, and she would stand at the summit of the realm.

A transcendental-grade foundation.

Li Mei's mind remained steady as she continued forging chain after chain, her spiritual space resonating faintly with each successful condensation.

Then—

A thunderous voice tore through the silence from outside.

"Master of Phoenix and Dragon Dojo, come out to accept your death!"

Li Mei's focus shattered.

Her tightly knit brows scrunched together instinctively, a cold flicker flashing through her eyes. This was the first time she had ever heard someone openly threaten her master.

The first time someone dared.

The calm rhythm of cultivation was forcibly broken. Without hesitation, Li Mei rose to her feet, her aura stabilizing as she suppressed the unfinished chains.

Her days-long seclusion came to an abrupt end.

Someone had crossed a line.

...

Young Master Yun floated calmly in the air, his robes fluttering faintly as his cold, indifferent gaze swept over the humble buildings of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo.

Just one glance was enough.

He immediately locked onto a familiar aura deep within the courtyard.

The chill in his eyes deepened.

As a young master of a great clan from the Soaring Dragon Continent, he had been trained since childhood to read situations at a glance. Schemes, power dynamics, hidden intentions—none of these escaped him. How could he not understand what had happened here?

He had known from the very beginning that Fang Biyu was unwilling to marry him.

But unwilling?

So what.

Since when did he care about the wishes of others?

In his eyes, people were either useful or disposable. A woman who could help him overcome calamity had no right to refuse.

Below him, Patriarch Fang raged like a volcano on the brink of eruption. His face was livid, veins bulging, chest heaving like a war drum about to split apart.

"Hmph… they followed me all the way here, just as expected…"

While roaring in fury, Patriarch Fang cast a sideways glance at the three figures hovering behind him. That glance only fed his anger further, making it burn hotter and more violently.

As the head of the Fang Family, how could Fang Biyu have escaped without his knowledge?

She couldn't.

In fact, he had deliberately allowed it.

The Song Family's attitude had already made one thing clear—they would not interfere. Patriarch Fang did not know exactly what had happened, but ever since Song Po returned from his trip outside, his stance toward the master of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo had undergone a complete reversal.

From disdain… to caution.

And that uncertainty was precisely why Patriarch Fang had chosen this path.

If the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo truly had backing, today would expose it.

If not—

Then that so-called master would be crushed beneath his feet.

Patriarch Fang did not feel at ease knowing such an unknown and powerful figure was residing within his city.

He despised variables.

Especially ones he could not control.

So the moment he learned that the Young Master of the Yun Family had arrived in person, a plan quietly took shape in his mind.

As this thought settled, the aura radiating from his already furious figure intensified, growing colder, heavier. The corners of his lips curled upward into a sinister smile that carried no warmth at all.

There were many things he did not understand—Song Po's sudden change in attitude, the true depth of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo, the identity of its mysterious master.

But there was one thing Patriarch Fang understood better than anyone.

Borrowing another's blade.

He would let the Yun Family deal with this hidden threat for him. After all, no matter how strange or powerful the master of the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo might be, could he truly stand against the two Dharma Protectors of Young Master Yun?

Impossible.

Time passed.

Yet the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo remained eerily silent.

Even after several breaths, the tightly shut gates showed no sign of opening, as if the furious declaration earlier had never been heard at all.

The silence was suffocating.

Young Master Yun's brows slowly lifted, a dark shadow settling over his expression. This time, it was no longer just the Fang Family Patriarch being ignored.

He was here.

The future heir of the Yun Family.

This was no longer simple disrespect toward Fang Patriarch—it was a direct insult to the Yun Family itself.

No one humiliated the Yun Family and walked away unscathed.

The two Dharma Protectors, sensing the subtle shift in Young Master Yun's emotions, exchanged a brief glance. Without a word, one of them stepped forward.

Boom.

A terrifying pressure erupted outward.

His cultivation was revealed in full—peak Deity Transformation Realm.

The air rippled violently, space itself seeming to distort under the weight of his presence. The ground trembled as if struck by an invisible hammer. Buildings in the surrounding area collapsed into fine powder, their structures erased in an instant. Even the intricate patterns carved into the stone streets shattered apart like brittle glass.

Patriarch Fang, standing closest, felt his chest tighten violently. Blood surged to his throat, nearly spilling out as his face turned pale.

Such power.

Yet no one spared him even a glance.

All eyes were fixed on the Phoenix and Dragon Dojo.

Amidst the devastation—amidst the collapsing buildings, cracked ground, and raging pressure—the outer walls of the dojo stood perfectly intact.

Untouched.

Unshaken.

As if the destruction around it belonged to a completely different world.

The silence from within did not break.

And that silence felt heavier than any roar.

Wang Chen observed the scene calmly and felt a faint sense of satisfaction.

After the last incident, he had spent quite some time reinforcing these walls in his spare moments. Not because he particularly cared about architecture, but because if his dojo were destroyed again, people might start asking inconvenient questions.

And inconvenient questions led to inconvenient attention.

For someone maintaining the image of a laid-back, unfathomable expert, that simply would not do.

After all, it was precisely these insignificant details that allowed his act to remain flawless.

His gaze shifted toward the two middle-aged cultivators outside, his expression indifferent.

"Still, I was worried for nothing," he thought flatly. "Only peak Deity Transformation Realm, yet they dare to posture like this in front of me…"

For a brief moment earlier, he had genuinely been wary. If these people had been at the legendary Unification Realm, the situation would have become troublesome.

But the moment one of them released his pressure, everything became clear.

Peak Deity Transformation Realm.

Slightly stronger than average, perhaps, but still within expectations.

That realization drained the tension from Wang Chen's heart entirely, leaving only mild irritation behind.

"Hmph. Only Deity Transformation Realm, and you dare act so arrogant."

"If this daddy doesn't teach you a lesson today…"

His eyes turned icy.

An invisible pressure began to churn within him, dense and terrifying, like a sleeping calamity about to awaken. But before even a ripple could escape, Wang Chen suppressed everything perfectly, sealing it deep within himself through the Formation of Absolute Concealment.

Not a trace leaked out.

Then he took a single step.

There was no flash of light.

No spatial fluctuation.

No warning whatsoever.

One moment, Wang Chen was inside the dojo.

The next, he was standing directly before the three figures in the sky, as though he had always been there.

Patriarch Fang felt it first.

A faint disturbance brushed past him, like a cold breeze against the spine. Before he could even turn his head, a chill seeped into his bones, freezing his blood.

A voice—low, calm, and utterly merciless—whispered beside his ear:

"Utter one more word."

"And I will erase your entire clan."

The words were soft.

But to Patriarch Fang, they landed heavier than any divine tribulation.

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