That morning, Chen Wu walked slowly along the narrow path connecting the Black Forest to the nearest town. Although the sun had begun to warm the earth, the cold air still bit sharply, mirroring his cautious state of mind. However, the calm of his journey was soon broken by a sound that shattered the silence.His keen ears picked up a woman’s scream, followed by the crude laughter of several men. The noise came from the bushes at the side of the road. Instantly alert, Chen Wu moved toward the sound, observing from behind the trees.In a small clearing hidden from the road, five rough-looking men surrounded a young woman. She wore simple clothes, now crumpled and dusty. Her long black hair was disheveled, and her eyes shone with fear. In her hands, she clutched a small bag tightly."Stay back!" the girl shouted, her voice trembling.“Don’t be scared, sweetie,” one of the bandits sneered mockingly. “We just want to share a little fun.”The girl stepped back, tears welling in her reddene

The sunlight began to fade, but the air remained hot and humid as they continued their journey. Chen Wu and Yue Ling were still walking along the trail leading to the nearest town. However, before they could take another step, a voice called out from behind."Sir, may we ask for one request?"Chen Wu paused for a moment, his cold and sharp eyes scanning the source of the voice. One of the traders he had saved earlier was running toward them, his face filled with hesitation but also hope.Yue Ling, noticing this, spoke up as Chen Wu remained silent. "What is it?" she asked in a softer tone than usual.The trader stopped a few steps ahead of them and bowed respectfully. "We would like you to ride in one of our carriages. We will escort you to the city. We cannot let someone as strong as you travel alone on these dangerous roads."Chen Wu stared at the trader with an unreadable expression. There was a brief silence before he spoke in a cold tone that made the trader flinch slightly."Jus

After the incident with Fang Tian, the market, which had briefly quieted down, came back to life. However, despite the return of the bustle, a sense of tension lingered in the air. Some merchants, who had previously been hesitant, now resumed their activities more cautiously, still uneasy about the potential danger that might arise after the earlier event. A few people looked at Chen Wu with curiosity, while others chose to avoid him, seemingly understanding that this young man was not someone to be taken lightly.As Chen Wu walked further, an elderly man who had been observing the event approached him. The man had a simple appearance, wearing faded black clothes, with long white hair neatly braided. Though his appearance was unremarkable, the aura he emanated was quite powerful, indicating that he was no ordinary person.Chen Wu, who had almost not noticed his surroundings, sensed the man’s presence before he drew near. He paused for a moment and turned, eyeing the elderly man with a

The sky began to turn orange as the sun dipped toward the western horizon. Chen Wu walked slowly along the quieting city streets, his mind filled with plans and questions about the future. After the incident at the market with Fang Tian and his brother, he realized that the outside world was full of forces and intrigues that he needed to navigate carefully.However, Chen Wu also knew he could not stop moving forward. Every battle, every conflict, would only make him stronger and pave the way toward his goal—restoring the glory of the Tianlong Clan.In another part of the city, a grand meeting hall was filled with influential figures. Elders from various clans and local factions sat around a long table made of ebony wood. At the center, a middle-aged man in a red robe stood with a serious expression."We cannot ignore this incident," said the man, his voice full of authority. "Master Liang, one of our great powers, has been killed by a young man whose origins we do not even know. This

The night sky was filled with stars, yet the city felt eerily silent. Chen Wu chose a small tavern on the edge of the street, far from the bustling market and its noise. The place was simple, with aging wooden walls and oil lamps casting a dim glow. Wearing a wide conical hat that obscured most of his face, he walked in with steady steps. Inside, only a few people could be seen.Chen Wu sat at a wooden table in the corner. “A pot of warm tea, please,” he said, removing his hat and placing it on the table. His gaze swept the room, ensuring nothing seemed out of place.The tavern owner, an old man with a thin white beard, greeted him warmly. “Just a moment, sir,” he replied, quickly moving to the small kitchen at the back. The sound of his steps mingled with the noise of water being poured into a pot. Soon, the soothing aroma of tea began to fill the air.Chen Wu waited quietly, occasionally glancing at the door and windows, remaining alert. Not long after, the old man returned with a p