White-Robed King!

In Qingzhou City, at the base of the Thousand Divination Tower, the headquarters of the Thousand Divination Tower remained well preserved. This organization, being one of the top five forces in Qingzhou, had never faced opposition.

A man in a loose white robe, bare-chested in the winter snow, ascended the long stone stairs with a smile. As he walked, intricate patterns etched on the bluestone steps grew more vibrant. These patterns moved and eventually formed a black turtle design.

“King, the Thousand Divination Tower predicted this a hundred years ago,” said a disciple from the Sacred Heart Sect, dressed in a red robe. He was a towering figure, humbly standing next to the man called ‘King’. “That’s why everything went so smoothly.”

The white-robed man looked at the long stone stairs with slight scorn. “Predicted a hundred years ago? The world of martial arts is full of surprises. We shouldn’t underestimate it.”

Suddenly, the black turtle pattern under him broke through the bluestone, releasing a deafening roar. Green copper coins sprung from the ground, circled in the air, and finally landed on the stairs, creating ripple-like effects that surged toward the man. With each step, the ripples grew more intense, forming a formidable black turtle beast.

Bang!

The moment the black turtle arrived in front of the white-robed man, it dissipated with the wind. However, more and more black turtle beasts were coming from the top of the long steps.

As more of these beasts started to appear, the atmosphere grew tense, and the surrounding trees rustled, creating a storm of fallen leaves. The red-robed man, intimidated, retreated behind the white-robed man, blood trickling from his mouth. “Are they trying to defy us?!” he yelled, anger in his eyes.

With a smile, the white-robed man said, “This little trick is far from a rebellion.” Unfazed, he continued to climb.

Boom!

Suddenly, a gigantic silhouette of a black turtle appeared at the top of the stairs. Standing over a thousand feet tall and radiating green light, it drew the attention of cultivators within several miles. The white-robed man and his companion looked like ants in comparison.

“King!” cried the red-robed man, seemingly willing to sacrifice himself to protect the white-robed man.

“So noisy.” The white-robed man simply scratched his ears, annoyed at the noise. His soft voice was drowned out by the earth-shattering roar.

The next moment, the blue turtle rushed forward. But as it neared the white-robed man, it shrunk until it was the size of a palm. The little black turtle roared at the man’s feet, a sound akin to a dragon’s roar.

“How adorable,” the white-robed man said with a smile, stepping on the turtle. With a crunch, the creature shattered.

Bang! Suddenly, the green copper coins that had been scattered shot up into the sky and rained down like a green shower. Despite this, the pair kept their pace and finally reached the top of the bluestone stairs.

On a stone platform etched with Yin-Yang fish, dozens of warriors clad in Taoist and monk robes bowed toward the white-robed man.

“Thousand Divination Tower Lord Yue Yang greets the Lord White Robe King!” the old man said, stumbling and falling to his knees. His knees bled from the impact, and a line of blood shot back, disappearing into the sleeve of the red-robed man.

Bang!

Suddenly, the towering arm of the red-robed man broke, spouting fresh blood onto the Yin-Yang fish platform.

“Is this how you treat my friends?” the white-robed king asked.

“Underlings. I admit my sins!” the red-robed man answered, gritting his teeth and kneeling on the ground. His arm’s blood continued to flow freely.

“Let it go. One knee for one hand,” the white-robed king said nonchalantly, “Wait until the Tower Lord’s injuries are healed, then you can take him back.”

The red-robed man silently picked up his severed arm from the ground. He made no complaint, just watched as blood flowed from the wound, reattaching the limb.

“Lord White-Robed King, the commotion earlier was because this negligent fool accidentally caused it,” Yue Yang said, pulling forward a middle-aged man. He was about to slap the man when an invisible force held his hand in mid-air.

“Why? I’m fine. Why do you want his life?” the white-robed king asked, showing his disapproval. “Since I’m fine, he should be fine too.”

The white-robed king approached the middle-aged man and squatted down to meet his eyes. “What’s your name?” he asked.

“Gou Xinyue!” the man retorted, a glint of confusion in his eyes. “Do you think I will submit to you using this method?” Gou Xinyue sneered.