Jin Wei stood in front of a small shelf in his library. The shelf had four compartments, each holding three books. These were cultivation manuals—guides that had carried him from the mortal realm, essence core , nascent soul, transcendent, divine, and finally, the immortal realm.

  From childhood to adulthood, these techniques had been his stepping stones to power.

  They were among the finest manuals in the Red Moon Continent. He had killed hundreds to obtain them and thousands more to keep them.

  Jin Wei possessed unparalleled talent in cultivation. Any technique that fell into his hands would be mastered to a terrifying degree. Few in the cultivation world could push a technique to its absolute peak—it was said to be harder than ascending to the heavens. Because of this, both humans and demons coveted his abilities, hoping to claim his power for themselves. But in the end? They all perished under Jin Wei’s sword, their names lost in the river of time.

  Today, he was selecting a cultivation technique for his son. He had already gifted him his ultimate technique—one so powerful that, if revealed, it would plunge the continent into chaos. And yet, that ungrateful brat had the audacity to disdain it! He even refused to learn it. Hmph! It served him right that Lin beat him up.

  Jin Wei decided to take it slow. His son lacked the talent to master divine techniques. I'll just give him a mortal-level one... maybe, just maybe, he'll take an interest. He sighed.

  After some thought, Jin Wei selected two manuals: The Misty Veil Technique and Divine Phase Technique.

  At first glance, their names seemed unremarkable, but only those who had suffered at their hands understood how monstrous they truly were.

  Jin Wei had obtained The Misty Technique from the divine realm as a teenager. Meanwhile, Lin had acquired The Divine Phase Technique when they ventured into the same realm. After days of brutal battle, they had found their respective manuals in different locations.

  Misty Technique concealed one’s presence from prying eyes. When mastered to its peak, even the heavens couldn't spy on the user. It was the ultimate survival technique—if you can't fight, you run. If you can’t run, you hide. This technique had saved Jin Wei’s life countless times in his weaker years.

  As for the Divine Phase Technique, mastery granted the ability to teleport tens of thousands of miles, phasing through barriers and obstacles with ease. Back then, Jin Wei and Lin had mastered both techniques, using them to escape from formidable foes. After all, dead geniuses weren’t geniuses—they were just cold corpses. Only survivors were called geniuses.

  Jin Wei picked up the manuals, hoping that his son, Jin Yu, could use them to survive.

  Just as he was lost in thought, he suddenly sensed a threat—one that came from his very sea of consciousness.

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  In it, a pristine white sword, radiating a terrifying intent, hummed softly as it pointed in a particular direction. It was a sign of confrontation.

  Jin Wei swiftly stabilized his immortal sword and turned toward the direction it indicated.

  His heart trembled as he recognized a familiar presence—one that had accompanied him all his life.

  The Sanctum Blade Technique!

  Impossible!

  Could it be… Jin Yu?!

  But that brat? How?! Only the two of them knew this technique in the entire continent.

  Jin Wei’s tension eased when he sensed the weak fluctuations of the technique.

  It must be Jin Yu.

  A slow smile spread across his face, his heart swelling with joy.

  Who would have thought that brat had such monstrous talent? His talent was even greater than his own!

  If he had trained seriously from a young age instead of wasting time, he would already be incredibly powerful by now… but it's not too late. There were still a few years left before the impending chaos arrived.

  “Hahahaha! That’s my son! He sure takes after me!” Jin Wei burst into wild laughter, his voice echoing through the manor. Then, just as quickly, he regained his composure, slipping back into his usual aloof expression.

  ---

  At the City Square

  After stabilizing the young lady’s body, Uncle Lin gently laid her on the ground before walking toward Jin Yu.

  Jin Yu instinctively took a defensive stance, his eyes filled with hostility.

  'This bastard uncle! If you dare touch me, I’ll use my most powerful move on you!'

  Uncle Lin chuckled. He could already guess what Jin Yu was thinking. Stopping in front of him, he reached out, lowered Jin Yu’s outstretched hand, and patted his shoulder heavily.

  “You brat, you wasted eighteen years despite having such good talent. But no worries, I believe you can catch up quickly with my guidance. Hehe, I’ll groom you into a formidable warrior... You should acknowledge me as your master now,” Uncle Lin said, his eyes glinting mischievously.

  Jin Yu’s heart shook. That expression—this uncle’s brain must be broken!

  “Uncle Lin, I think only a ghost would acknowledge you as a master, since your fists can’t even touch its body.” Jin Yu glared furiously. What crazy master? I refuse!

  Uncle Lin only smiled wider, amused by Jin Yu’s indignant expression.

  “Oh? Your father didn’t tell you? Actually… he allowed me to be your master yesterday. After beating your ass up.”

  Jin Yu’s face darkened. “That old bastard has no right to decide for me! What crazy master? I refuse! I’ll learn on my own. Hmph!”

  Shoving Uncle Lin’s hand off his shoulder, he stormed away.

  Uncle Lin only chuckled. This boy is cute!

  ---

  Jin Yu was still cursing under his breath when the sound of galloping horses filled the air.

  A group of riders kicked up a cloud of dust as they rushed toward the injured lady. The horses stopped a few meters away, and several men dismounted.

  A young man, around twenty years old, quickly approached the unconscious girl. His hands trembled as he cupped her pale face, his expression twisting with rage.

  Ding!

  Influence +1500 (killing intent)

  Influence +1600 (killing intent)

  Influence +1700 (Killing intent)

  Jin Yu was stunned. Huh?! How does this guy know I’m the one who hurt her?

  The young man’s furious gaze swept the surroundings. “Who is the bastard that hurt Lin’er? Come out now!” he roared.

  Influence +2000

  Influence +2000

  Huh! He doesn’t even know it was me, yet I’m still getting influence points? So the person doesn’t need to know—I get points either way.

  The young man’s glare finally landed on Uncle Lin. His eyes narrowed. “Are you the one who hurt Lin’er?” he demanded.

  Uncle Lin blinked. …Is it written on my forehead that I did it?

  When Uncle Lin didn’t respond, the young man’s rage intensified. “I asked you a question! Are you the one who hurt her?!”

  Jin Yu grinned as the influence points continued to stack.

  Hehe, blind fool. Make Uncle Lin angry, and you’re dead meat!

  But then a thought struck him. Wait… what if I get even more points if I admit it myself?

  He stepped forward with a serious face. “Hey, mongrel. It was I, your father, who beat that ugly duckling up. Her face angered me, so I bashed her up!”

  The moment he finished his words,

  A heavy silence fell over the square ,even the wind seemed to pause in disbelief.

  The murmuring crowd also went dead silent, because, the sheer absurdity of his words left everyone questioning reality .

  If silence could kill, Jin Yu would be dead ten times over!