The red glow of the setting sun bled through the narrow alleys, casting long, monstrous shadows against the stone walls as Li-Wen stepped out of the silent lane. Behind him, the groans of the two unconscious mercenaries were swallowed by the evening breeze, while Gu-Tao's terrified footsteps had long since faded into the bustling noise of the main thoroughfares.
Li-Wen did not rush. His strides were slow, precise, and measured, each movement adjusting his breath to the subtle flow of natural energy around him. The Third Stage of Ki-Refine was merely a small step, but inside his body, the newly cleared meridians were hungry. The pure medicinal essence of the Body-Cleansing Marrow Pill he had consumed earlier was still silently dissolving in his stomach, sinking deep into his bones and refining his blood.
As he reached the central avenue of Azure Mist City, the bustling evening markets were in full swing. Lanterns of red and amber were being lit along the wooden storefronts, throwing flickering light over crowds of merchants, armored mercenaries, and low-level wandering cultivators.
Yet, to Li-Wen's refined Divine Sense, the city was filled with hidden currents. The Black Bear Gang was merely a small rat lurking in the shadows, but news of their failure would spread fast. Boss Bear would not take the humiliating defeat of his men lightly. In a city where strength dictated law, a merchant family without a high-tier cultivator was like a piece of fat meat left in a pit of starving wolves.
"The Wu family..." Li-Wen thought, his eyes narrowing slightly as he approached the eastern district where the wealthy merchant clans resided. "My nominal father, Wu-Wen, spent half his fortune buying worthless herbs and hiring low-tier doctors to cure my frail body. He is weak-willed and lacks vision, but he protected this useless vessel when the rest of the clan wanted to cast me out."
To a former God Emperor, emotional entanglements were often burdens that weighed down the martial heart. However, Li-Wen believed strictly in the laws of Karma and Balance. Wu-Wen had granted him shelter and provided the gold that allowed him to refine his first batch of pills today. That debt would be repaid a hundredfold—not out of affection, but because the Emperor owed no favors to mortals.
The iron-studded gates of the Wu Estate stood tall and imposing, guarded by two tall men in grey leather armor bearing the family emblem of a silver crane.
As Li-Wen approached the entrance, the two guards exchanged subtle, mocking glances. The guard on the left, a burly man named Zhang with a broad nose, deliberately leaned against his spear and spat onto the stone steps right in front of Li-Wen's boots.
"Look who decided to crawl back," Zhang sneered softly to his companion, not even bothering to lower his voice. "The young master survived another day without getting his legs broken by the gambling dens. Master Wu-Wen spent two hours arguing with the Second Elder this afternoon over the gold he gave this useless brat."
"Keep your mouth shut, Zhang," the second guard muttered, though his eyes contained the same deep-seated contempt. "He may be trash, but he is still the Master's only son. At least until the Family Assessment in three weeks."
Li-Wen stopped right in front of Zhang. He didn't look angry; his face was a tranquil surface of undisturbed water, yet his golden-tinged eyes fixed on the burly guard with an icy intensity that made the man's smile freeze.
"You spat on my path," Li-Wen said smoothly, his voice quiet yet carrying a strange, heavy weight that echoed in the quiet courtyard.
Zhang blinked, momentarily startled by the absolute coldness in the boy's tone. Normally, the cowardly young master would lower his head, pretend not to hear, and hurry inside to avoid confrontation. Today, he was standing tall, looking at Zhang as if he were an annoying pest underfoot.
"So what if I did?" Zhang growled, feeling embarrassed by his own brief surge of hesitation. He straightened his back, flexing his arms to show off his Second-Stage Ki-Refine muscle. "You're a master in name only, kid. In three weeks, when you fail the assessment, you'll be sent to the border coal mines to dig rocks with the slaves. Don't act grand in front of me!"
Without a word, Li-Wen stepped forward.
Zhang felt a sudden flash of panic and tried to raise his spear, but Li-Wen's movement was as unpredictable as a gust of night wind. Before Zhang could react, Li-Wen's left palm tapped lightly against the guard's wrist, deflecting the iron spear shaft, while his right forefinger struck Zhang's chest right beneath his collarbone.
Thump!
A sharp wave of Ki rushed into Zhang's chest cavity, violently interrupting the flow of air to his lungs. The burly guard gasped, his eyes widening in horror as his knees buckled instantly. He collapsed onto his hands and knees, clutching his throat, wheezing desperately for air that wouldn't come.
The second guard drew his short sword in panic, his knuckles white. "What did you do to him?!"
"He lacks discipline," Li-Wen said casually, walking past the kneeling, suffocating guard without glancing down. "Clean the steps. If I see a single stain when I leave tomorrow morning, I will permanently shut down his meridians."
He stepped through the open gates, leaving the second guard terrified and frantically trying to revive his gasping comrade on the cobblestones.
The interior of the Wu Estate was vast, featuring winding stone pathways, manicured bamboo gardens, and quiet lotus ponds lit by hanging silk lanterns. However, the atmosphere inside was tense.
As Li-Wen walked along the covered wooden corridor leading toward his quiet courtyard at the rear of the compound, he heard the loud, boastful laughter of several young men echoing from the central pavilion.
Sitting inside the illuminated pavilion were four young youths dressed in expensive silk robes. In the center sat a tall eighteen-year-old with broad shoulders and narrow, predatory eyes. This was Wu-Tian, the eldest son of the Second Elder and the undisputed genius of the younger generation within the Wu clan. At eighteen, he had already reached the peak of the Fourth Stage of Ki-Refine, making him the favorite candidate to take over the family's primary assets during the upcoming assessment.
"Ah, look who finally returned!" Wu-Tian called out, waving a wooden folding fan with a cold, mocking smile as he spotted Li-Wen walking down the corridor.
The three young men around Wu-Tian immediately chuckled, looking at Li-Wen like predators eyeing a helpless pig.
"Dear cousin!" Wu-Tian stepped out of the pavilion, blocking the covered walkway with his arms crossed over his chest. "I heard from the elder's hall that uncle gave you another hundred gold taels this morning. Tell us, did you lose it all on the dice tables again? Or did you spend it on cheap wine to forget how useless you are?"
"Move," Li-Wen said, not even slowing his pace.
Wu-Tian's smile twitched slightly. The utter lack of fear or submission in Li-Wen's voice caught him off guard. Usually, Li-Wen would flinch, stammer an apology, and walk around the long way to avoid him.
"You have grown quite arrogant today, trash," Wu-Tian sneered, his eyes turning cold as he stepped directly into Li-Wen's path, letting his Fourth-Stage Ki surge faintly around his body, creating a light breeze that rustled his blue silk robes. "Do you think because your father is still the Clan Head, you can ignore your elders? In three weeks, the clan elders will strip your father of his position for squandering clan resources on a worthless cripple like you! If you kneel right now and bow three times to me, I might convince my father to give you a job as a stable boy instead of sending you to the mines!"
Li-Wen stopped three paces away. He looked at Wu-Tian's arrogant face, then at the three laughing youths behind him. To a God Emperor who had witnessed the rise and fall of ancient celestial dynasties, these petty clan squabbles were like children fighting over scraps of dirt.
"A Fourth-Stage Ki-Refine waste who relies on low-grade herbs to force his meridians open dares to speak of genius?" Li-Wen said, his voice quiet, carrying a thread of absolute contempt. "Your foundation is hollow, your Ki is unstable, and your liver meridian is already showing signs of elemental collapse due to improper training. You won't even reach the Fifth Stage before your veins burst."
Wu-Tian's face flushed red with sudden, blind fury. "You dare curse my cultivation, you crippled trash?! I will rip your mouth open!"
Wu-Tian lunged forward, his right palm turning a pale silver as he executed the Wu Family's signature technique—the Iron Leaf Palm. The heavy strike aimed directly at Li-Wen's shoulder, intending to shatter his collarbone and force him to his knees.
To the three youths watching, Wu-Tian's strike was fast and ruthless.
To Li-Wen, it was painfully slow, full of glaring openings.
Li-Wen didn't even bother to take a defensive stance. He took a subtle half-step to the left, letting the silver palm graze his silk sleeve by a fraction of an inch. Simultaneously, his right hand shot out like a lightning bolt, two rigid fingers striking directly into the hollow pressure point under Wu-Tian's armpit—the Triple-Burner Meridian Gate.
Puk!
A sharp, condensed needle of Third-Stage Ki pierced straight into Wu-Tian's main energy pathway.
Wu-Tian's silver palm instantly lost its light. The violent backfire of his own interrupted Ki surged backward into his arm, tearing through his internal channels.
"Argh!" Wu-Tian let out a strangled scream of pain as his entire right arm went completely numb, dropping limp and lifeless to his side like a piece of dead wood. He stumbled backward four steps, his face pale with shock and sweat pouring down his forehead. "My... my arm! What did you do to my arm?!"
The three youths in the pavilion stood up in utter shock, their laughter instantly dying in their throats. They looked at Wu-Tian clutching his lifeless arm, then at Li-Wen, who was calmly dusting off his sleeve as if he had merely brushed away a speck of dirt.
"If you attempt to use Ki through that arm within the next three days, your veins will shatter completely," Li-Wen said indifferently, walking past the trembling Wu-Tian. "Consider this a gentle warning. The next time you block my path, I will not be so merciful."
"You... you monster!" Wu-Tian snarled through gritted teeth, his eyes filled with a mixture of burning hatred and terrifying confusion. "How did you do that?! You have no Ki!"
Li-Wen didn't bother replying. He walked down the corridor without looking back, leaving Wu-Tian and his shocked followers standing in the dark, silent hallway.
Li-Wen reached his private compound at the secluded rear of the estate. It was a modest, quiet bamboo yard surrounded by a low stone wall, far away from the noisy main buildings.
As he pushed open the wooden door, a warm, soft light illuminated the small room. Sitting by a simple wooden desk was a middle-aged man with graying hair and tired, deeply lined eyes. He was wearing a simple navy robe, surrounded by stacks of merchant ledgers and account books. This was Wu-Wen, the Clan Head of the Wu family and Li-Wen's father.
Hearing the door, Wu-Wen looked up, his weary face instantly breaking into a gentle, albeit worried, expression.
"Li-Wen? You're back," Wu-Wen said softly, setting down his writing brush. He examined his son carefully, noticing the calm demeanor and the complete absence of any alcohol smell. "Where have you been all day? I heard rumors from the market that the Black Bear Gang was looking for you..."
Li-Wen looked at the tired man before him. In Wu-Wen's eyes, there was no hatred, no disappointment—only deep, unconditional concern.
"The Black Bear Gang will no longer bother us," Li-Wen said, walking over and sitting down on the wooden chair across from his father.
Wu-Wen sighed heavily, rubbing his tired temples. "Son, you don't need to lie to comfort me. Boss Bear is a ruthless ruthless thug at the Fifth Stage of Ki-Refine. I have already sent ten gold taels to his lieutenant to settle the debt, though the Second Elder used it as an excuse to demand my resignation in the elder council today..."
"Father," Li-Wen interrupted smoothly, his voice containing a strange, grounding power that made Wu-Wen stop talking mid-sentence. "Look at me."
Wu-Wen looked up into his son's eyes. For the first time in fifteen years, he noticed that the dull, hopeless look in Li-Wen's eyes had completely vanished. In its place was an ancient, brilliant light that seemed to pierce through his very soul.
Li-Wen slowly placed his palm on the wooden table. A clear, visible wave of jade-green Ki erupted from his skin, swirling around his fingers and forming a miniature, perfectly controlled whirlwind that hovered over the polished wood.
Wu-Wen's eyes opened wide in absolute shock. He stood up so fast his chair knocked over backward onto the floor.
"Ki... Ki-Refine Realm?!" Wu-Wen stammered, his hands shaking violently as he stared at the swirling energy. "This Ki... it's so pure! So dense! Stage Three?! How... how is this possible?! Your meridians were naturally crippled from birth!"
"The blockages in my body were not a natural flaw, but a deep poison that had remained hidden for years," Li-Wen explained calmly, blending a grain of truth with his lie. "Today, I met a hidden expert in the city who recognized my condition. He helped me purge the poison and opened my spiritual path."
Tears immediately filled Wu-Wen's tired eyes. He reached out with trembling hands, tightly gripping Li-Wen's shoulders. "A hidden expert... Reborn! My son is finally cured! Heavens have mercy! The Wu ancestral spirits have answered my prayers!"
Wu-Wen wept silently, years of heavy sorrow, humiliation, and relentless pressure vanishing from his heart in a single moment. He didn't care about the clan politics or the threat of losing his position anymore; his only son was no longer a crippled waste!
Li-Wen felt a subtle, warm stir in his chest—a residual emotion from the original owner of this body reacting to his father's tears. He did not reject it.
"Father," Li-Wen said softly, pulling out a small silk pouch from his sleeve and placing it on the desk. Inside was the last remaining Top-Grade Body-Cleansing Marrow Pill he had refined at the Hundred Herbs Hall. "Take this pill tonight before you meditate. It will clear the old injuries in your lungs and help you break through your long-standing bottleneck to the Sixth Stage of Ki-Refine."
Wu-Wen looked at the glowing jade pill, feeling the rich, overwhelming medicinal scent filling the room. Even an idiot could tell this was a high-tier treasure worth thousands of gold taels!
"This... where did you get such a miraculous pill?!" Wu-Wen gasped in awe.
"The expert gave it to me," Li-Wen replied smoothly. "Take it. The Family Assessment is in three weeks. We will not merely survive it; we will crush every arrogant fool who ever looked down upon our line."
Wu-Wen looked at his transformed son, feeling a powerful surge of confidence he hadn't felt in decades. He nodded heavily, wiping his tears away. "Good! Good! I will cultivate tonight!"
Late into the night, the Wu Estate fell into a quiet slumber.
Inside his small private room, Li-Wen sat cross-legged on a simple woven straw mat. The full moon cast a brilliant silver light through the paper window, illuminating his calm, serene face.
He closed his eyes and entered a state of deep meditation. His mind drifted inward, observing his newly opened internal world.
The three stages of Ki-Refine were stable, but to build a foundation capable of holding a God Emperor's soul, simple standard cultivation techniques were far from enough. He needed to refine his flesh, bones, and blood using the ancient celestial methods of his past life.
"The Void Sovereign Technique requires nine celestial anchors within the body," Li-Wen thought, directing the refined Ki in his lower Dantian to begin slowly carving tiny, intricate divine runes onto his spinal column.
Sizzle...
A faint golden light radiated beneath his skin, illuminating his ribs and spine. Every time a divine rune was carved, his body underwent a silent, terrifying compression. His bones became as dense as stellar iron, and his blood began to flow with a quiet, thunderous roar.
Pain—intense, soul-tearing pain—flooded his nervous system as the divine runes altered his mortal structure on a fundamental level. Yet, Li-Wen's expression didn't change at all. To someone who had endured the agonizing destruction of the cosmic temporal storm, this physical pain was nothing more than a faint tickle.
Hours passed in absolute stillness.
When the first light of dawn broke over the horizon, painting the sky in deep shades of gold and violet, Li-Wen opened his eyes. A pair of golden symbols flashed briefly within his dark pupils before disappearing into the depths of his eyes.
He took a deep breath, standing up fluidly.
"One celestial rune completed," Li-Wen murmured, feeling his physical strength increase threefold even without using Ki. A single punch from his bare fist could now shatter solid iron armor.
Suddenly, a loud, frantic banging sound echoed from the front gate of the Wu Estate, breaking the calm silence of the early morning.
"Wu-Wen! Bring your useless son out right now!" a rough, booming voice roared from outside the estate, carrying heavy Ki that vibrated the tiles on the roofs. "The Black Bear Gang has arrived! If you don't hand over fifty gold taels and the boy's right hand today, we will tear down your estate!"
Li-Wen listened to the angry roars coming from the entrance, a cold, ruthless smile slowly appearing on his lips.
"Boss Bear..." Li-Wen whispered, his voice as cold as the morning frost as he stepped toward the door. "You came sooner than I expected. Good. My new celestial rune needs blood to settle."
He pushed open the door and stepped out into the crisp morning air, ready to paint the entrance of the Wu Estate red.The crimson glow of the morning sun bled through the clouds as the heavy iron-studded gates of the Wu Estate rattled under a barrage of violent strikes. The serene dawn of Azure Mist City was shattered by a chorus of angry, bloodthirsty roars.
Outside the main entrance, a crowd of nearly twenty heavily armed men had gathered, their weapons gleaming under the morning light. At the front stood a towering man with shoulders as broad as a mountain—Boss Bear, the feared leader of the Black Bear Gang. His skin was coarse like hide, his eyes burned with ruthless anger, and the heavy aura of a Fifth-Stage Ki-Refine cultivator radiated from his body. Next to him stood Gu-Tao, his right wrist heavily bandaged, trembling as he pointed toward the gates.
"Wu-Wen! Bring your crippled brat out right now!" Boss Bear roared, his booming voice amplified by Ki, shaking the roof tiles of the nearby pavilions. "He broke my men's limbs and humiliated my gang! Hand over fifty gold taels and your son's limbs today, or I will burn this estate to the ground!"
Inside the courtyard, servants and low-tier guards panicked, exchanging terrified glances. Before the chaos could escalate, the inner doors swung open, and Wu-Wen stepped into the courtyard. Having spent the entire night assimilating the essence of the Body-Cleansing Marrow Pill, his tired complexion was gone, replaced by a radiant glow and the steady, surging breath of a Sixth-Stage Ki-Refine expert.
"Boss Bear, mind your tongue," Wu-Wen said coldly, his posture erect as he stepped toward the gate. "Who gave you the audacity to bark at the doors of the Clan Head?"
Boss Bear blinked, momentarily caught off guard by Wu-Wen's sudden change in aura and supreme confidence. But a sneer quickly returned to his face. "Sixth Stage? Hmph, don't put on airs with me, old man! The Second Elder has already given us implicit permission. Today, no one can save your useless son!"
Before Wu-Wen could respond, a tranquil voice drifted from the inner corridor, cutting through the tense air like an icy blade.
"To think a mere rat would dare demand my limbs."
Everyone turned their heads.
Li-Wen was strolling out calmly. Dressed in a simple white robe, his movements were fluid and devoid of haste, yet every step he took seemed to carry an ancient, undeniable authority. Having successfully carved the first Celestial Rune of the Void Sovereign Technique onto his spine overnight, his physical vessel had transcended mortal limits.
"So you are the arrogant brat?" Boss Bear growled, slamming the base of his giant iron mace against the cobblestones, shattering the stone beneath. "I'll crush your skull first!"
"You talk too much," Li-Wen said indifferently. He didn't even raise his aura, looking at Boss Bear as if he were looking at a dead man.
"Courting death!"
Enraged by Li-Wen's utter disdain, Boss Bear lunged forward. His massive iron mace cut through the air with a terrifying whistle, wrapped in heavy, violent grey Ki aimed directly at Li-Wen's head.
"Li-Wen, look out!" Wu-Wen shouted, stepping forward to intervene.
However, Li-Wen didn't dodge. He didn't even draw a weapon or channel Ki.
As the mountain-shattering mace descended, Li-Wen simply raised his right hand and held his palm wide open.
BOOM!
A shockwave of compressed air blasted outward, sweeping away dust and loose stones. But when the dust settled, the entire courtyard fell into a dead silence.
Li-Wen had caught the heavy iron mace with his bare palm.
His feet hadn't budged an inch. His expression remained utterly tranquil, as if he had merely caught a falling leaf.
"W-What?!" Boss Bear's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his arms as he tried to push the mace down or pull it back, but Li-Wen's grip was like an immovable divine mountain.
"Is this the extent of a Fifth-Stage Ki-Refine cultivator's power?" Li-Wen said softly.
Then, Li-Wen closed his fingers slightly.
CRACK!
With a horrific sound of warping metal, the solid iron head of the mace caved in under Li-Wen's fingertip pressure, fracturing like brittle glass before crumbling into useless scraps of iron!
Before Boss Bear could comprehend the pure, terrifying physical strength before him, Li-Wen stepped forward, his right hand shooting out like a lightning strike. Two rigid fingers tapped lightly against Boss Bear's chest, right at his Dantian center.
Puk!
A imperceptible spike of condensed kinetic force, injected with the sharp power of the Celestial Rune, pierced through Boss Bear's internal armor.
Boss Bear froze. The violent Ki flowing through his veins suddenly reversed direction, tearing through his internal organs like a storm of razor-sharp blades. He let out a strangled gasp, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, and his massive body crashed onto the stone floor like a felled tree.
He was dead before he even hit the ground.
Silence—absolute, suffocating silence—hung over the front gate.
The remaining twenty mercenaries dropped their weapons, their faces pale with existential horror. Killing a Fifth-Stage expert with a single bare-handed strike without even using Ki? This wasn't human strength—it was a monster in human skin!
"Scram," Li-Wen said calmly, without looking at the mercenaries. "Tell whoever sent you that the next time someone disturbs my quiet, I won't just kill the dog—I will eradicate the master."
The gang members didn't hesitate for a single second. Throwing their weapons aside, they scrambled away like terrified mice, leaving Boss Bear's body behind.
Wu-Wen stood in complete disbelief, looking at his son as if seeing a legend reborn. "Li-Wen... your physical strength..."
"It is merely the beginning, Father," Li-Wen replied smoothly, turning his gaze toward the central courtyard where the Second Elder's residence lay. "The Black Bear Gang was just a pawn. In three weeks, during the Family Assessment, we will clear out the rest of the garbage."
Li-Wen looked up at the morning sun. The minor squabbles of the Wu clan were nothing to a former God Emperor, but they were the stepping stones he would use to rebuild his path to the heavens.
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