A few miles outside the small town, several figures stood on a low hill. Upon hearing Xing Jintuo's words, one of them sneered with disdain. "Shattering the void through martial force? What a joke! Xing Jintuo really has gone mad. He's wasting the body-refining inheritance he gained on the Ancient Immortal Road!" These men were all cultivators from the Free Transformation Sect and also Xing Jintuo's senior brothers. "Senior Brother Xing, are we really going to do this? If the elders of our sect find out, we might be stripped of our immortal status..." one of them said hesitantly in a low voice. The others exchanged glances and then looked toward their leader, Xing Deshan—a cultivator who bore some resemblance to Xing Jintuo. Xing Deshan questioned, "Should we just watch Xing Jintuo bury that inheritance with him then? Back then, we failed to gain anything on the Ancient Immortal Road because we weren't ready. If we can seize the inheritance from Xing Jintuo's hands, it won't matter if we lose our Immortal Candidate titles; we would have the reality of being actual immortals. "This is a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity. Are you really going to miss it? Before he lost his cultivation, I wouldn't have dared to fight him, but now, things are different. To us, he's just an ordinary martial artist!" Xing Deshan stated coldly, "To achieve great things, a person must be decisive. If you don't want to take part in this, you can leave now." The others looked at each other nervously but finally clenched their teeth and remained silent. They knew that anyone who dared leave now would be struck down by Xing Deshan's palm. Xing Deshan smiled with satisfaction. "Since he insists on shattering the void in three days, then we shall wait those three days and see how he does. He turned his back on the glorious immortal path to follow this lowly mortal road. The Xing Family has a truly rebellious son. The old master nearly died from anger." A middle-aged man in a bright red robe was sitting atop a strange beast, quietly gazing at the town ten miles away. Behind him stood hundreds of red-robed martial artists. They were all renowned experts of the Seven Kill Hall. Beside him, a general clad in black armor was also sitting on a strange beast, with over a thousand soldiers behind him. These soldiers were clad in full armor, standing as still as green pines. Their breathing was synchronized and steady. "Hall Master, do you really think Xing Jintuo is trying to break into a Martial God Stage that doesn't even exist?" The black-armored general chuckled lightly. "Shattering the void atop Green Bamboo Peak sounds impressive." The Seven Kill Hall Master smiled. "Regardless of whether it's true, I've investigated this man's background, and it's very mysterious. We can't underestimate him. If it's true, then we may be able to seize this secret technique manual if we join forces. With that, what reason would your lord have to fear anyone here?" The black-armored general thought for a moment, then his face slowly broke into a grin. "There are quite a few Heaven Profound Stage martial artists this time. Are you confident we'll succeed?" The Seven Kill Hall Master answered confidently and calmly, "They're just a bunch of clowns. Those below the Martial Emperor Stage are all ants. We only need to worry about two of them. Even if they team up, they won't last a hundred moves against me." Another day passed, and two Heaven Profound Stage martial artists arrived together, entering Xing Jintuo's seclusion chamber. On the third day, people saw Xing Jintuo emerge from the chamber and leave the small town in just a few steps. Everyone quickly realized what was going on and hurried toward Green Bamboo Peak. The martial artists weren't the only ones that rushed over; some ordinary people went to watch the spectacle too. The once quiet Green Bamboo Peak suddenly swelled with over ten thousand people. Nearby mountain tops were occupied, their shadows looming like an approaching army. Xing Jintuo, the main character of the day, was sitting at the very summit of Green Bamboo Peak. His eyes were tightly shut, and his head was slightly raised, as if sensing something. Fang Chen and Fairy Yu were a part of the crowd. Puzzled, Fairy Yu asked, "My lord, why does he make such a big show of it?" "It's for the inheritance," replied Fang Chen. "Inheritance?" Fairy Yu uttered, her eyes widening slightly. She finally understood. "If the comprehension he attains today can bring some insight to the martial artists present, it could change the entire martial world," whispered Fang Chen with admiration. "If this endeavor succeeds, then perhaps in the distant future, Xing Jintuo could be named a Sage and become an Ancestor." The technique that Xing Jintuo displayed that day was no child's play. It rivaled the attacking power of sword cultivators and might even be slightly superior. If martial artists could attain such immense power, it might indeed open a path that was completely different from the immortal path. That man... might become a pioneering titan, thought Fang Chen. Fairy Yu gazed thoughtfully at Xing Jintuo. "Sage... Ancestor..." There had to be a reason her lord gave him such high praise! Two hours later, whispers began spreading. "Do you think this Master Xing might just be bluffing?" The crowd's excitement and anticipation gradually shifted to doubt and suspicion. From beginning to end, Xing Jintuo had not shown any sign of actually shattering the void. Could it be that this is all just a scam? A red-clad martial artist approached Fang Chen and Fairy Yu with a smile. "Two of you, my young master invites you over for a chat." Fearing that they would be associated with the couple, the crowd of martial artists quickly parted like they were avoiding venomous snakes. Nearby, someone spoke to Song Chang. "Big Brother, those two haven't left yet. They really have guts. The Seven Kill Hall will probably strike them today." "Forget it, it's only a one-time encounter. They're courting death on their own," Song Chang replied, sighing softly. He looked away from Fang Chen and Fairy Yu, unwilling to get further involved. He had already done enough; doing more might bring death upon himself. Fang Chen took Fairy Yu's hand and approached Shi Yu. Shi Yu smiled. "You came here to watch Master Xing attempt to break the void too? You won't have a clear view over there. Come stand here with me." "My lord, are we really going to stand there and watch with him?" Fairy Yu asked Fang Chen, her gaze wavering. She was seeking Fang Chen's permission to crush Shi Yu with one palm. Fang Chen replied with a faint smile, "Master Xing's breakthrough is imminent; let's avoid causing trouble or distracting him." Fairy Yu nodded lightly and said no more. Shi Yu found that amusing. Despite being in such a situation, Fang Chen still cared about saving face. He glanced at Fairy Yu again and found himself increasingly drawn to her, even feeling a sudden urge to make her his lawful wife. Shi Yu said with a smile, "My lady, my father has also arrived. I'll introduce you to him shortly." Right then, the Seven Kill Hall Master and the black-armored general arrived side by side, each accompanied by a troop of men. Wherever they passed, even the most rebellious martial artists in the underworld carefully stepped aside, their eyes filled with fear and respect. "Right on time." Shi Yu put on a small smile, stepped forward a few paces, and cupped his hands in salute. "Father." "Hm." The Seven Kill Hall Master nodded. Before Shi Yu could speak, he motioned for him to be quiet. "Don't make a sound yet." He and the Black-armored General had their attentions fixed entirely on Xing Jintuo. Seeing that, Shi Yu gave up on introducing Fairy Yu immediately, deciding to wait until after this event to ask for his father's permission. Two figures stood on a distant hill and looked at those two with heavy gazes. "The Seven Kill Hall Master and the executioner Hu Yanbing from the Ministry of War."