rule 12

Chapter 10 – Wandering Peddler

Silence draped the surroundings as the men fixated on the apparently ordinary bat nestled in Han Rui's hand. Sun Wei, however, remained oblivious to the unfolding events. He only registered a thunderous bang, accompanied by tumultuous winds. Yet, what caught his attention more was the abrupt hush that befell the raucous robbers. Puzzled, he wondered about the sudden change.

What happened to the thieves? And where did that gust of wind come from earlier? It nearly knocked me off my feet, Sun Wei pondered, clutching his coin sacs tightly.

Simultaneously, the Po brothers, once solemn and composed, dropped to their knees, discarding their weapons by the wayside. Before Han Rui could voice his confusion, the trio prostrated themselves, foreheads pressed firmly against the dusty road.

"Great sir, we seek your forgiveness," Po Ming spoke, counting his words. "Our eyes failed to perceive your greatness. Please forgive us mere mortals, great sir," he pleaded, squirming in a humble display of contrition.

Han Rui sighed softly, shaking his head as he eased the tension in his brows and took a step closer to the brothers.

"Raise your heads," he instructed, and the trio promptly complied.

Han Rui tilted his head, contemplating the situation. "So, you wish for me to spare your lives," he remarked.

The fat men nodded vigorously, a glimmer of hope flickering in their quivering eyes. Han Rui, understanding their plea, nodded gently, returning the bat to his inner robes.

"I can do that. But why should I? You've already wasted my time and interrupted my business. The fact that you planned to rob both me and my esteemed customer is even more irksome," Han Rui spoke calmly, shifting his gaze toward the shattered mountain in the distance. "And you've witnessed something you shouldn't have. So, I'm not entirely sure."

Po Ming's younger brothers suppressed silent tremors, restraining the urge to lament. However, the seasoned thief's eyes gleamed with a hint of cunning. "Sir, we're not asking for our lives without offering something in return. We would gladly offer our life savings as compensation... I mean, a token of appreciation for inconveniencing your valuable time."

The sly man turned slowly toward the fractured mountain in the distance. "The weather these days is quite capricious. Who could have anticipated that lightning would spontaneously shatter the mountain?" He then swiveled to his brothers in quick succession, nudging them with his arms. "You witnessed the lightning, right?"

"Y-Yes, it was definitely lightning," Po Wei stammered, accompanied by a nervous chuckle. Simultaneously, Po Yan, the youngest of the trio, vigorously nodded in agreement with Po Ming's words.

A fleeting smile played at the corner of Han Rui's lips, though it vanished swiftly. "Look at these scoundrels. Do you think I'm some common thief who would seize others' possessions?"

"N-No, sir, we didn't mean it that way," Po Ming hurriedly clarified. "What I meant was that we're willing to invest all our possessions into your business."

"Oh, you're investors, huh?" Han Rui remarked with a gentle smile.

"Yes!" the three men exclaimed in unison.

"That's fantastic. I don't mind having a couple of generous investors. Wait here; I'll be with you shortly. I still have business to conclude over there," Han Rui said, gesturing towards the oblivious Sun Wei.

The men nodded meekly, observing as Han Rui approached Sun Wei. Not once did the thought of fleeing cross their minds, even with Han Rui's back turned.

"Ha, my good friend. Where were we?" Han Rui greeted, stopping a few feet away from Sun Wei.

"What was that noise earlier? There was also a strong wind. What about the thieves? Did they leave?" Sun Wei inquired in quick succession.

"Don't worry about that. Let's finish what we were discussing earlier," Han Rui suggested as he retrieved the jar once more. Just as he prepared to unseal it, a distant scream echoed.

"How dare you!"

Han Rui's features soured as he turned. However, confusion replaced the annoyance when a group of three teenage girls and a young boy charged toward him with a somewhat malicious intent. At the rear, an older young man lingered, watching the group's approach.

Han Rui cast a sideways glance toward the Po brothers, seemingly seeking confirmation if they were associated with the new arrivals, but the men simply shook their heads.

"Hua'er?!" Sun Wei exclaimed suddenly, tilting his head from side to side.

"Elder brother, I'm here," the leader of the juvenile group said, coming to a halt a few meters from where the Po brothers prostrated.

"Who are you, and what are you doing to my elder brother?" Sun Hua roared; her fiery red eyes fixed on Han Rui. Despite her worn garbs and dirt-smeared face, she exuded an otherworldly beauty. Her inky black hair cascaded freely over her shoulders as she clenched her fists.

Her younger siblings, equally striking as Sun Wei, stood shoulder to shoulder, glaring at Han Rui.

"You know these people?" Han Rui whispered.

"That's my younger sister, and by the look of things, it seems my other siblings are here too," Sun Wei confessed with a bashful smile. "Let me talk to them, okay?"

"Sure, I'll be here waiting for you. As a seasoned businessman, I've got plenty of patience," Han Rui declared with a confident smile.

Sun Wei chuckled nervously, awkwardly approaching his siblings after Han Rui pointed out their general direction.

Taking a closer look at these brats, why do they all look like supermodels? Han Rui thought to himself as he cast another glance at the group. Not bad; they're already in the Qi Condensation stage. No wonder he's desperate to send them to a good sect.

[Do you intend to turn them into customers as well?]

"It depends. Once their big brother experiences the free sample, they'll naturally discover the amazing qualities of my product. Whether they can track me down afterward, I can't guarantee," Han Rui remarked, observing the siblings engrossed in their discussion.

[I'm not referring to them; I'm talking about the brothers!]

"Oh?" Han Rui turned his attention to the timid bandits. "Hmm... why not? I don't discriminate."

[Are you certain that's a wise decision?]

"What do you mean?" Han Rui inquired.

[Granting power to someone with malicious intentions will inevitably result in the accumulation of negative karma.]

"I understand your concerns, but if you think about it carefully, does it truly matter?" Han Rui replied, averting his gaze from the siblings. He silently circled within a three-meter radius as he continued his conversation with the system. "I have no intention of selling my products to inherently evil individuals, but it's impossible to predict how someone might change when given power. A sage could transform into a bloodthirsty villain, and redemption is a possibility for those with blood on their hands. People are capable of change."

Han Rui shifted his attention back to the siblings, his gaze drawn to the adolescent boy who was energetically pointing in his direction under the watchful eyes of his elder siblings.

A sense of unease crept over Han Rui. Why are they staring at me like that? he wondered, forcing a smile, and waving at the group. To his surprise, they quickly averted their gaze.

An unsettling feeling settled in Han Rui's gut. This doesn't feel right. I hope they're not trying to persuade him to change his mind.

[Are you ready to bear the consequences of empowering others?]

The system's notification interrupted Han Rui's thoughts, and he stared at it in silence. A minute passed, and still, he remained quiet.

He broke the silence with a measured resolve. "Should the day arrive when someone I've empowered turns against the innocent, I'll exhaust every effort to retract the power I bestowed upon them. That's the sincerest commitment I can make. Why else do you think I've been diligently seeking powerful subordinates?"

[Your response has been recorded!]

"Why? Was that some kind of test or something?" Han Rui inquired, but his question was met with a wall of silence.

"Now you don't want to talk, huh? Fine. Be that way," Han Rui muttered, shifting his focus to the Po brothers who remained motionless.

These guys are compliant. Well, witnessing a mountain vanish before their eyes would make anyone obedient.

Han Rui couldn't help but wear a wry smile as he turned towards the shattered mountain.

The weakest weapon in my inventory right now is the silver bat. What would have happened if I had taken out the... Han Rui paused, shaking his head mid-thought, as if trying to dispel the idea. The immortals and gods would probably descend if I brandished them. 

"Sir, I apologize for taking up too much of your time," Sun Wei said softly, approaching Han Rui with hurried steps.

Han Rui cocked his head backward, puzzled. Sir? Why is this punk suddenly being respectful?

His brows creased slightly as he observed Sun Wei and Sun Hua approaching. The young lady maintained her somewhat fierce gaze, but a hint of respect clouded her eyes.

"You're here for the sample, right?" Han Rui inquired, reaching into his robes to retrieve the jar.

Sun Wei shook his head instantly. "I've changed my mind, sir. I'll prefer the other option now."

Han Rui froze for a moment, studying the handsome young man closely. Weird. Why did he suddenly change his mind? Is that why their discussion took so long? Well, it doesn't matter. Either option is fine by me, Han Rui mused.

"So, how much exactly are you willing to hand over for my supplements? They're quite..." Han Rui began, but before he could finish, Sun Wei retrieved all his coin sacks and presented them to Han Rui.

"Please take everything, sir," Sun Wei said.

"Huh? Are you sure?" Han Rui asked, unable to hide his confusion. "Didn't you say you needed them to pay some enrollment fees or something?"

"Honestly, I did, but fortunately, a noble patron seems to have taken pity on us. There won't be any need for it anymore," Sun Wei explained.

"Oh? I see," Han Rui responded, nodding slowly. "If I may ask, which noble patron are you talking about?"

"Young miss Han Shuyi," Sun Hua replied before Sun Wei could.

Han Rui's eyes lit up. "Are you talking about the eighth young miss of the Han clan?"

Both siblings nodded simultaneously.

"I've only heard positive things about her. I understand now," Han Rui remarked, reaching for the coin sacks. In one swift motion, he gathered them before handing the jar over to Sun Hua.

"As promised, all five of them are there for you to use as you please," Han Rui said with a smile. He closed the gap even further, whispering, "I'd advise against taking the supplements where others can see. However, you're free to do as you wish. You don't have to take my word for it."

Wearing a teasing smile, Han Rui turned around to leave. Yet, Sun Wei's voice reached his ears once more. "Sir, may I please know your name?"

Han Rui chuckled softly. "You can call me the wandering peddler. We may cross paths again if fate permits. Remember what I said, okay?"

Wasting no time, Han Rui gestured to the corpulent men, and they promptly rose, escorting him away under the curious gazes of the Sun siblings. As Han Rui departed, the young man who had lingered at the periphery of the area swiftly approached the siblings.

"Sun Wei are you okay?" he called out.

"Laoshu, thank you for coming to rescue me," Sun Wei replied, wearing a rare smile.

The buck-toothed young man abruptly halted, his rat-like eyes fixating on the small jar Sun Hua held in his possession. "There's no way I was going to abandon you. The boys were all talking about Boss Hu and his gang escorting you to some remote place. I'm sorry it took so long to get here. The sudden disappearance of Mount Kai turned the streets upside down. For a moment, we thought some immortal was descending," Laoshu explained, and his features paled as he recalled the earlier explosion.

"Thankfully, nothing happened," Sun Wei said, a gentle smile on his face.

"So, what's the deal with those pills?" Laoshu inquired, pointing at the jar. "And who was that guy and those fatsos?"

Sun Hua quietly pocketed the jar before walking toward her other siblings. "I'll leave you two to catch up," she said without turning.

"He claimed to be a wandering peddler, and those pills are the only reason he agreed to leave quietly," Sun Wei explained.

"Huh? What do you mean?" Laoshu asked, unable to hide his confusion. Earlier, it seemed like Sun Wei and Han Rui were concluding a simple business deal. "Wait, are you saying that guy forced you to buy those pills?"

Sun Wei sighed, massaging his temples. "Brother, I'd rather not dwell on depressing matters right now. I should be thankful that I'm alive. Let's go home," he suggested.

"Yeah, you're right," Laoshu said, his expression brightening. "It's not every day someone from the Han clan takes an interest in people like us. If things work out well, you guys will be set for life. I'd be a liar if I said I wasn't envious. Congratulations again," Laoshu added, offering a courteous bow.

Sun Wei chuckled softly. "You're talking as if I'd forget about my roots. I'll do everything in my power to ensure you and others are taken care of too. There's no way I'd abandon my brothers and sisters."

"Brother, we need to leave immediately. There are rumors of livestock bandits roaming these parts," Sun Hua shouted from a distance as she guided her younger siblings toward the town.

"Let's go, brother. We can discuss this further once we're home," Sun Wei urged, extending his hand.

"Yeah, we should get out of here." Laoshu placed the young man's hand on his shoulder, acting as his guide as they quickly left the area.

If what Jie'er said about the peddler is true, those pills could potentially cause a bloodbath if their true value is revealed. That man undoubtedly understands their worth, so why would he sell them for a low price and to someone like me? Sun Wei pondered silently; his hair thrashing according to the whims of the gentle winds.

"Brother, about those pills earlier, do you mind if I help you sell them? I could use them to make a few bucks in the red-light district," Laoshu whispered.

Sun Wei chuckled softly. "You're still not tired after the beating you got the last time? Hua'er has taken a liking to them. It's out of my hands now."

"Oh, I see. Knowing her, she's probably keeping it to take revenge someday," Laoshu remarked.

"Exactly. I don't know where she got her vindictive nature from," Sun Wei chuckled.

Chapter 11 – Han Rui's Offer

Why hasn't he said anything yet? Nervously, Po Ming scratched the back of his neck, stealing subtle glances over his shoulder. The oppressive silence gnawed on his nerves. Two hours had slipped away since they left the city's outskirts, but neither Han Rui nor the brothers uttered a word.

Han Rui, still concealed in his disguise, trailed the brothers with measured steps.

If only I had known something like this would happen, I wouldn't have come today. What is this guy planning to do to us? Po Ming pondered silently.

The unlikely group navigated through the bustling streets, occasionally slipping into shady alleyways along the way.

Another hour whisked by, and the group found themselves in a less reputable section of the city. Dilapidated structures sprawled as far as the eye could reach, with potholes brimming with muddy pools dotting the uneven roads.

Beggars, thieves, and other dubious characters roamed the streets in abundance, their masked, heavily armed counterparts lurking in peculiar bars and inns. The area was bathed in the flickering glow of an assortment of paper lanterns and oil torches as dusk approached. Merchants emerged in droves, artfully showcasing their wares along the streets.

Han Rui observed the bustling night market, a place he had often heard about. The vibrant atmosphere enveloped him as mortals and cultivators seamlessly intermingled, engaged in their distinct activities.

Most of the crap here is obviously fake, but there are surprisingly a good number of things here too. Someone with a trained eye could make a killing in a place like this, Han Rui thought, staring at a golden bracelet with several animalistic runes etched on its surface.

He shifted his focus to the Po brothers, exchanging greetings with a few passersby along the way. Despite the casual encounters, they didn't linger, wary that even a moment's delay could jeopardize their lives. An hour later, the group reached a modest inn resonating with the clamor of a lively and inebriated crowd.

Han Rui and the brothers settled in a dimly lit corner near the exit, affording them a clear sight of a masked performer engaging the audience with an impassioned sword dance. Meanwhile, another masked artist sang while skillfully playing a zither.

"This is nice, right?" Po Ming said with a nervous smile while beckoning toward a waiter.

The young boy sprinted over, wearing a fawning and somewhat nervous smile as he greeted the men. "Welcome sirs. How may I help you?"

"Bring your best dishes and wine! Tell that fat fucker Jiahao to make it extra delicious, okay?" Po Ming said, glaring at the boy.

The thin waiter nodded meekly as he hurriedly sprinted toward the kitchen. Po Ming then turned his attention back to Han Rui. "Boss, I can guarantee that this place has the best food in town. The owner is a bit of an asshole, but he sure can cook."

Han Rui nodded silently, his fingers drumming on the chipped table's surface. He cast cursory glances at the other customers, yet none managed to pique his interest.

Han Rui broke the silence with a direct question, his gaze unfocused as it lingered elsewhere. "So, who among you will be responsible for delivering my investment?"

The Po brothers exchanged quick, silent shudders, their glances darting nervously between them. Po Ming broke the uneasy silence by clearing his throat.

"Erm, about that... we haven't forgotten, sir. We were just trying to make you comfortable. But now that you've mentioned it, we'll go and retrieve it," he said, nudging Po Yan's arm. "The youngest will take care of fetching it," he added.

Po Yan stood up promptly, leaving the inn under Han Rui's watchful gaze.

"Don't worry, sir. He should return shortly, probably by the time you finish your meal," Po Ming assured.

"I hope so," Han Rui muttered casually, turning his attention to the brothers. "After all, you two will bear the consequences if he chooses to forget his brotherly ties."

The brothers laughed nervously, unable to hide their inward anxiety.

"So, what are your thoughts on the five major clans?" Han Rui asked suddenly, redirecting his attention to the performers.

The brothers shared confused glances, taken aback by the abrupt change of topic. However, their silence lasted no more than five breaths.

"Sir, to be honest, I'm not well-versed in their affairs," Po Ming admitted nervously. Unaware of Han Rui's affiliation with the clans, he couldn't afford to display hostility or interest towards any of them.

Po Wei admitted, "Same here," his nervousness mirroring that of his elder brother.

Han Rui turned toward the duo, wearing a gentle smile. Ironically, it only deepened the apprehension the brothers held.

"No need to be on edge. I'm not affiliated with any of those individuals," Han Rui reassured them, ceasing his drumming on the table as he continued, "Be honest with me. In case it wasn't obvious, I'm not a local. I want to familiarize myself with all the influential figures in the city. Unless, of course, you don't consider yourselves reliable enough to satisfy my curiosity." He finished the statement with a discernible frown.

The brothers panicked, flinching slightly as they hurriedly spoke up. "We can," they said simultaneously.

"Good. I knew I could trust you guys," Han Rui chuckled. "So, what do you think of the major clans?"

Po Ming pondered for a moment, meeting Han Rui's curious gaze. "Sir, to be completely honest with you, I couldn't care less about any of them," he said, closing his eyes. However, the slap he anticipated didn't arrive. Instead, Han Rui's brows shot up, and his lips curved into a smile.

"Tell me more," Han Rui said.

Emboldened, Po Ming cleared his throat as he continued. "I might risk losing my head if a descendant of those clans overhears what I'm about to say, but I couldn't care less. They're all responsible for the city's decline. They consider themselves joint rulers, but their concern is solely for their own clan members. The rest of us are left to languish in abject poverty or be at the mercy of their heirs. Any talent not aligned with them is coerced into joining or faces the threat of being forced out of the city, or even worse, assassination. It's as if we're condemned to be nothing more than slaves to their whims."

Po Ming hesitated, realizing he might have divulged too much in the heat of the moment. He lifted his head, meeting Han Rui's penetrating gaze. Unlike earlier, the formidable man now sported a dazzling smile, rendering him even more intimidating.

"Continue," Han Rui urged, his interest piqued. "Is this the general sentiment among the people?"

Po Ming shook his head. "It depends on who you ask. Many would rather keep silent to avoid potential consequences, but we're all aware of the harsh realities." Po Ming explained.

"I understand that not everyone in their circles is bad, but the issue is that those in power aren't much better. The Han and Zhu clans, for instance, aren't as haughty as the rest, and the Fang clan is known for its hospitality. Yet, despite these differences, none of those high and mighty folks share anything in common with people like us. Their gestures of charity, perhaps aimed at upholding their public image or for personal satisfaction, don't truly reflect a genuine concern for our well-being," Po Ming lamented.

"I don't blame them," Po Wei chimed in. "With their immense power and wealth, it makes sense for them to distance themselves from nobodies like us. I, too, would prioritize the growth and prosperity of my clan if I were in such a position." Po Wei paused, locking eyes with Han Rui before resuming. "Now, if the Valiant Dragon were still among us—"

"Enough already," Po Ming interjected.

"But brother, you know I speak the truth," Po Wei said.

"You don't know anything about what you're talking about. So, zip it," Po Ming retorted, glaring at Po Wei, who wore an aggrieved expression.

"What's this about a Valiant Dragon?" Han Rui asked.

"Sir, it's nothing. He's a legend in these parts. My brother and I, along with many others, were obsessed with his tale. Unfortunately, his story ended before he could reach his prime," Po Ming explained with a sigh. "Many people deceive themselves into thinking things would be better if he were still alive."

"They would," Po Wei insisted.

"Quiet down, you rascal. You're clueless," Po Ming said, giving Po Wei a smack on the head.

Han Rui's smile remained as he suddenly posed a question, "So, what would you change if you held the power?"

"I'm not sure I understand," Po Ming muttered.

"I mean, if you had the authority, how would you do things differently from those clans?" Han Rui repeated, his gaze sharp and unwavering.

The brothers exchanged glances, silently contemplating the question. Meanwhile, Han Rui leisurely adjusted himself in his chair, thoroughly engrossed in the artists' performance.

Po Ming sighed, breaking the silence. "It would be nice to attain that level of power, but it's practically impossible. Power alone doesn't define the strength of those clans. They possess extensive resources, both in terms of manpower and materials, allowing them to crush and subjugate any lone individual. Unless someone is genuinely, and I mean, extraordinarily powerful to the extent of overwhelming every cultivator in the city, there's little point. You'd either be compelled to join one of them or expelled from the city."

Han Rui nodded thoughtfully, his fingers drumming a slow rhythm on the table. "You're right. You're a lot smarter than I expected," he remarked.

Po Ming sported a bashful smile, genuinely unsure whether he was being insulted or complimented.

A moment of silence passed before Po Wei interjected, "Moreover, a sudden surge in power is a recipe for disaster, no matter how you slice it."

Han Rui directed his attention toward Po Wei. "How so? Enlighten me."

Po Wei nervously cleared his throat before continuing, "If people like us were to suddenly wield power comparable to the clans, they'd stop at nothing to capture us, solely to unravel its origin." Pausing abruptly, he cast a cautious glance at the other customers. Satisfied that no one was eavesdropping, he leaned in closer and added in a hushed tone, "Consider the Han clan, for instance. After years of decline, they made a sudden and remarkable comeback a couple of years ago. It's widely believed they've become the second-strongest clan and are poised to surpass the Zhu clan in the next few years. The mystery behind their resurgence has fueled rumors throughout the city and beyond for quite some time now."

He leaned in further as he continued, "Sir, given your recent arrival, you may perceive this as normal. However, there has been a gradual surge in the influx of foreign cultivators into the city over the past couple of months."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Han Rui whispered back, unable to conceal his curiosity.

Po Ming interjected before Po Wei could respond, "According to the rumors, it's linked to the Han clan. While the likelihood is low, there's a chance that other clans and foreign powers might launch an assault on the Han clan."

Han Rui furrowed his brow. "Are they swimming in riches or something, with so many people chasing after them?" he muttered.

"Sir, that's an understatement if the rumors are to be believed," Po Wei whispered. "Their wealth can apparently rival the combined treasuries of several established sects. But that's not the crux of the matter."

"Huh? If it isn't about money, what else could it be about?" Han Rui asked, unable to conceal his confusion.

"It's about their remarkable ability to produce talents, sir," Po Ming answered. "While their wealth is outstanding, they have nurtured several geniuses over the past few years. Literally, every member of their younger generation is a rarely seen genius."

Han Rui scoffed and rolled his eyes. "You're exaggerating."

"Senior, they may not compare to you, but their talents are indeed remarkable," Po Wei explained. "There's an annual competition among the younger generation of major clans, open to other participants as well. However, members of the Han clan have consistently claimed the first position for the last eight years—"

"That still doesn't prove anything," Han Rui interrupted.

"Sir, they've also dominated the first fifty spots in each of those competitions," Po Ming added.

Han Rui's eyes widened momentarily as a pensive demeanor washed over him. "That's outstanding," he muttered.

"It truly is, but there's an even more surprising twist," Po Ming added.

Han Rui focused intently on the bald man, eagerly awaiting his next words. Po Ming wasted no time and continued, "The competition routinely draws cultivators from both nearby and distant sects. The final top twenty participants are typically chosen to become disciples of these sects. Keep in mind, every sect in attendance holds power several times greater than the major clans. However, the Han clan has staunchly refused to send any of its members to these sects. Now, it's a common sight for those in the fifty-first to seventieth positions to receive and accept such offers."

"Oh, I see where the problem lies now. No wonder other clans and sects are conspiring against them," Han Rui mumbled. "I'd be curious too about how they consistently produce geniuses. But why haven't they been attacked yet?"

"Because nobody knows who is supporting them. According to rumors, the Han clan's seemingly useless young master is slated to marry the daughter of the Su Clan. No one in their right mind would dare to act against a clan that has birthed more geniuses than the entire Celestial Ridge combined," Po Ming explained.

Han Rui nodded in understanding. "I see," he muttered.

However, Po Wei, sitting next to Po Ming, muttered almost inaudibly, "There are rumors that the marriage is off the table, though."

Instantly, Han Rui turned toward him. "What did you say? Where did you hear that from?"

Po Ming interjected, "Sir, don't mind him. He spends all day listening to gossip and unscrupulous topics."

Ignoring Po Ming's attempt to deflect, Han Rui waved off his words, his attention still focused on Po Wei. "I want to hear where you heard that. Is it common knowledge in the city now?"

Po Wei nervously shook his head, bewildered by Han Rui's sudden interest in the topic. He had mentioned it casually, never anticipating that Han Rui would press for details.

"I overheard it at a popular bar in the red-light district," he explained hesitantly. "Word is the Su clan is pursuing a divorce. Can't say I blame them, though. Who could have predicted that the son of the Valiant Dragon would turn out to be so wanting?"

Han Rui's tense features remained stoic as he delved into contemplation. The knowledge of the divorce was confined to me, Grandfather, and the elders on our end. It hadn't been disclosed to the public, so how did whispers of the matter find their way to the red-light district, of all places? Unless...

Han Rui's frown transformed into a smile as he nodded slowly. A chuckle escaped his parted lips, catching the Po brothers off guard.

"If your statement holds true, it appears the Han clan has lost its backing," Han Rui remarked.

"Who knows. Those clans usually have a trick or two up their sleeves," Po Wei said. "I wouldn't be surprised if it's some elaborate trap or something."

Han Rui burst into laughter. "I appreciate your skepticism. In the world of cultivators, nothing is really the way it seems," he said, sitting upright. "I didn't think much of you guys initially, but this little exchange has broadened my perspective. If your younger brother mirrors your sensibilities, I'm confident we could form a harmonious partnership," Han Rui concluded before reaching into his robes.

The Po brothers exchanged puzzled glances as they sat there, utterly perplexed by Han Rui's words.

Han Rui produced a transparent bottle housing three blue-black pills, placing it deliberately on the table. A warm smile adorned his face as he met the bewildered stares of the brothers.

"Ever thought about joining the unofficial, fifth major power of the city?" he proposed.

Before the brothers could respond, a thunderous roar resonated throughout the bar. "Po Ming, drag your fat ass out here!"

Chapter 12 – Battle Outside the Inn

The faces of the Po brothers contorted simultaneously as they recognized the brutish voice. The shout coincided with the end of the performance, resonating throughout the entire tavern.

"Friend of yours?" Han Rui muttered nonchalantly, studying the contorted faces of the brothers, who shook their heads.

"Oh? An enemy then," Han Rui said, understanding. "So, what are you going to do about...?" Before Han Rui could finish his statement, the brutish voice echoed again. "Po Ming, this is your last warning. Get your fat ass out here! Unless you want me to turn your brother into mincemeat!"

Po Ming and Po Wei shot up to their feet, eyes brimming with bloodlust. Before they could make another move, the voice echoed a third time.

"And you better have the rest of my money with you!"

Han Rui chuckled as he stood up. "I see what's going on now. You two, come with me. I'm interested in this loudmouthed fella," he said.

Han Rui approached the exit at a measured pace before stopping abruptly, then turned toward the Po brothers. "I don't care what happened between you guys, and I'm really not interested in knowing either. Don't do or say a word unless I tell you to. Okay?"

The duo nodded without hesitation.

The Po brothers exchanged glances, and they too quickly joined the mysterious peddler. However, the music kicked off as soon as the trio left the establishment, with no other customers willing to meddle in matters not concerning them.

Outside the inn, Han Rui's gaze fixated on a party of seven men clad in brown fur garments. Each wielded a saber in their preferred hand, with an array of daggers adorning their waists. Briefly surveying the group, Han Rui then shifted his attention to an overweight man sprawled on the ground, bearing numerous cuts and bruises. Chains secured his limbs, and a thick cloth stifled any attempt to speak.

Han Rui's focus on the youngest Po only lasted a moment before redirecting his attention to the sturdiest man among the group. He pressed his boot against Po Yan's protruding stomach, the blunt end of his blade resting on the man's shoulder.

"I was hoping you wouldn't show up," Wu An remarked, stroking his goatee with his free hand. The one-eyed man sensed Han Rui's scrutiny and frowned. Who the hell is that, and why is he staring at me like that?

Initially, Wu An assumed Han Rui's exit coincided with that of the Po brothers; now, however, it appeared as though he led the ragtag group.

"Who are you?" Wu An asked wearily, his gaze fixed on the imposing figure.

"I'm their leader," Han Rui replied softly, adjusting his clothes. "What business do you have with my boys? I hope you can provide a proper explanation."

Po Yan sharply turned toward Han Rui, unable to conceal his astonishment. The last thing he remembered; Han Rui was planning to pilfer their belongings under the pretense of investment. When did we become his underlings? he wondered.

Po Ming and Po Wei shared a similar reaction to their younger brother. While they didn't doubt the power of the unknown man, they considered his remark about being the unofficial fifth power in the city nothing more than a joke from a bored cultivator. However, now that he had willingly declared them to be his underlings, a subtle flame of hope and ambition lit up in the hearts of the brothers.

Thunderous laughter greeted Han Rui's question as Wu An's subordinates laughed with wanton abandon. Surprisingly, the leader's expression remained stoic as he stared intently at Han Rui.

Something feels off about this guy. He exuded confidence and nonchalance. Is he a cultivator or something? Wu An pondered as he observed the Po brothers standing behind Han Rui.

I can't figure him out. For some reason, those guys look awfully calm too. That guy must be quite formidable. Thank heavens I didn't come here alone,Wu An thought, turning toward the only person among his subordinates who didn't laugh.

"Grandmaster Li, I think that person might be a cultivator. Can you please handle this?" Wu An asked subserviently, not daring to make eye contact with the seemingly ordinary man.

Shock clouded the eyes of the Po brothers as they watched the usually unruly man act so subserviently.

The man patted Wu An's shoulder while wearing a gentle smile. He sighed softly before stepping forward. Simultaneously, his blade magically disappeared, and an ethereal breeze seemed to ruffle his clothes.

"You're overly cautious," he remarked, approaching with lazy steps. "This guy may have a scary face, but his cultivation base is nonexistent. He's as mortal as they come. I'll handle him, but you'll only have three more wishes afterward."

Wu An forced a strained smile, his bloodshot eyes shifting toward Han Rui and the brothers. "Thank you, Grandmaster Li," he said.

Bai Li casually raised his hand without turning. The cultivator's lazy walk paused within thirty feet of Han Rui and the brothers.

"I'd rather not prey on the weak, but luck has run out for you," Bai Li declared with a gentle smile. "I'll give you three a chance, though. Let's have a three-way battle. The victor will be spared. How does that sound?"

Wu An and his companions wore broad smiles, giggling softly.

"How about a counterproposal?" Han Rui suggested, a thin smile parting his lips.

Bai Li's brows shot up as his lips curved upwards. "Go on. I'm listening."

Han Rui cleared his throat before continuing, "I guarantee you won't last more than two minutes in a battle with these two."

Silence enveloped the area, mouths agape. Po Ming blinked in confusion, questioning the veracity of what he had just heard. Bai Li's face cycled through a spectrum of colors, Han Rui's words echoing in his ears. Involuntary twitches danced at the corners of his eyes and thin lips, a glint of murderous intent shadowing his gaze.

Wu An stifled laughter, derisively staring at Han Rui. "I can't believe I was a little scared of an idiot like that. His suffering will more than make up for losing another wish," he muttered.

The hush lingered for a full minute before Bai Li broke it. "So, why should I agree to such a wager?" But before the soft-spoken cultivator could complete his sentence, Han Rui tossed a sizable violet satchel in his direction.

Bai Li frowned, eyeing the seemingly ordinary bag. He turned to Wu An, and with a silent exchange, Wu An sprinted towards the bag, retrieving it on behalf of the cultivator.

Undoing the strings, Wu An peered inside. It feels cold. I wonder what's in... huh? No way!

Wu An's arms trembled uncontrollably as he raised his head, deepening Bai Li's frown.

"What's inside?" Bai Li inquired.

"Spirit stones," Wu An stammered in a whisper.

Bai Li's eyes bulged as he alternated his gaze between the fidgeting man, Han Rui, and the purple satchel. Taking measured steps, he approached Wu An, peering into the bag. His eyes widened even more.

"I'm sure that's more than enough to convince you," Han Rui said with a smile.

Bai Li took deep breaths to calm his frenzied heart, a wicked smile gracing his lips. "Haven't you heard the saying that a man shouldn't carelessly reveal his wealth?" He took a step forward, hands behind his back. "What's stopping me from taking this and your other possessions?" he asked, greed clouding his eyes.

Han Rui chuckled softly, his fingers gently rubbing his chin. "Why lust after so little when there's even more for you to gain?"

"Oh, there's more?" Bai Li muttered, a gluttonous desire warping his features. "Hand them over, and I'll grant you a peaceful death."

Han Rui smiled wryly while shaking his head. "I can't believe such meager wealth has the power to corrupt you. Indeed, while birds die for food, men die for wealth." He sighed, pointing eastwards. "I uncovered a spirit stone vein a few days ago. I'll disclose its location if you agree to my terms."

"Enough of your nonsense!" Bai Li roared, a burst of qi engulfing the lanky man. "Tell me where it is right now, or I'll ensure you wish you were dead!"

Han Rui sighed again, reaching into his robes. He took out two black pills and tossed them to Po Ming and Po Wei. "Consume these, then go deal with that bastard. Understand?"

The Po brothers eyed the ominous-looking pills, then raised their heads toward Han Rui. They prepared to speak, but Han Rui cut them off before they could utter a word. "Eat them now, or I'll bring out my bat."

Without hesitation, both men swallowed the pills.

"Good, now you're listening," Han Rui suddenly paused, reaching into his robes a second time. A familiar bat with a silver sheen revealed itself, causing Po Ming and Po Wei to shudder in their positions.

"Don't worry; the bat is only here in case you decide not to follow instructions. You won't be doing that, right?"

The brothers vigorously nodded; their trembling eyes focused on the seemingly ordinary bat.

"All right then. Go beat that bastard, and don't stop until I say so," Han Rui said.

Po Ming and Po Wei exchanged tearful glances as they approached Bai Li, who had watched the exchange with incredulity.

"I don't know who is more insane between you two and that ugly idiot," Bai Li muttered. "Well, it doesn't matter. I only need to get rid of you two after all." Then, he turned his attention toward Han Rui. "I'm going to ensure you spend the rest of your life eating out of straw by the time I'm done with you. You'd wish you had given me what I wanted much earlier."

Bai Li readied himself, staring at the approaching duo like a hawk awaiting its prey. Meanwhile, Po Ming and Po Wei engaged in a hushed discussion as their legs carried them forward.

"Brother, what are we going to do? What did he feed us, and how are we supposed to beat a cultivator when we don't know any martial arts?" Po Wei whispered, with less than twenty feet between themselves and Bai Li.

"How the hell am I supposed to know? Let's just try to twist his dick or something. If we're lucky, he'll kill us in the first blow, or maybe he's testing our allegiance or something," Po Ming replied, dread contracting his features.

The duo halted, standing approximately ten feet from Bai Li, both adopting a defensive posture. Despite having ingested the mysterious black pill, they felt no immediate change. However, they understood the imperative nature of Han Rui's command and couldn't afford to disobey.

"Are you both ready to meet your end?" Bai Li murmured, emanating a menacing aura. The man's arms were surrounded by a concentration of qi as he took on a tiger stance.

"We're in trouble," Po Ming and Po Wei muttered simultaneously.

Bai Li surged forward, propelled by the explosive force of his qi. Wu An and his subordinates eagerly anticipated the impending confrontation, their expressions contorted with delight.

In a flash, Bai Li stood before the Po brothers, a powerful paw strike aimed at their necks. "Die!" he roared, determined to crush their necks.

Wu An and his companions grinned broadly, while Po Yan struggled, attempting to free himself from his restraints. Han Rui, on the other hand, leaned against a pillar, observing the unfolding scene with little interest.

However, as Bai Li's fists approached, Po Ming and Po Wei exchanged puzzled glances. Confusion etched their faces as they observed the cultivator's seemingly sluggish movements.

"Brother, is it just me, or is this guy ridiculously slow?" Po Wei muttered.

"Is he intentionally trying to make things extra flashy?" Po Ming muttered, subconsciously turning to Han Rui.

"What are you looking at me for? This is getting boring already. I'm going inside. You three should come find me when you're done." Han Rui's voice filled the ears of the duo as he returned to the tavern.

Po Ming and Po Wei turned toward Bai Li again, and his fists were still several inches away. The duo adjusted their position, circling the cultivator while mentally counting down the seconds.

A thunderous whipcrack echoed, followed by a deafening boom in the area. A dust cloud shrouded the space where the Po brothers had stood moments ago.

Wu An erupted into laughter while clapping. "Congratulations, Grandmaster Li. Those fat…" He suddenly paused, noticing the bound Po Yan had disappeared.

He rubbed his eyelids excessively. Are my eyes deceiving me? Where the hell did he go? He turned left and then right, but there was no trace of Po Yan.

Meanwhile, Bai Li stood in the same position, staring at the emptiness in front of him. Like Wu An, he was just as confused and searched for answers. Not only had the Po brothers disappeared, but Han Rui too was nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, laughter reverberated into the air, forcing the assailants to turn toward their rear. Bai Li and Wu An stared blankly at the reunited Po brothers. Po Yan gently lay on Po Wei's shoulder while Po Ming laughed with wanton abandon.

Wu An was left in utter bewilderment, questioning how they had ended up in this situation. Bai Li's reaction surpassed his own, his expression darkening with an unsettling intensity.

Without hesitation, the cultivator exerted all his strength, propelling himself eastward. However, a chuckle reached him the moment he took his first step.

"Where do you think you're going?" Po Ming materialized in front of the cultivator with uncanny speed.

Bai Li, panicking, attempted to evade the smiling man. Yet, Po Ming's hands swiftly moved toward the man's groin, aiming for a sensitive region.

"Please, just wait a moment," Bai Li pleaded, cold sweat trickling down his face. "Let's talk about this..."

A twist followed by a crack, and a mournful scream reverberated through the area. Bai Li convulsed, frothing at the mouth, his eyes rolling inward. Despite the agony, Po Ming's hand remained firmly in place.

Meanwhile, Po Wei had successfully incapacitated Wu An and his companions simultaneously, leaving them sprawled on the ground, unconscious.

"Brothers, what the hell is going on?" Po Yan asked.

No one was more bewildered than him; after all, he knew his brothers well, and neither of them possessed the martial prowess or talents to execute what they had just demonstrated. Yet, their attackers lay unconscious on the ground.

"We'll take later, we need to go see our benefactor right now," Po Ming said, barely able to contain his excitement.

Chapter 13 – A New Power

The Po brothers hurried back to the inn, with Po Yan trailing behind, still puzzled yet curious about what he'd missed. His two elder siblings were practically bouncing with excitement as they approached Han Rui's table. This time, several steaming dishes and pitchers of chilled alcohol adorned the once-vacant table, and a new group of dancers and musicians had taken the stage, replacing the previous act.

Po Ming and Po Wei arrived first, but neither dared to sit without Han Rui's permission. Po Yan joined them, bewildered by his brothers' extra-subservient behavior. What had happened while he was gone? And what about the strange strength they'd shown earlier? He was almost certain that the mysterious man, now casually slurping noodles, had something to do with it.

Po Yan leaned in and tugged on Po Wei's sleeve, whispering, "Brother, what exactly did he give you guys earlier?"

Po Wei turned to him, his face suddenly cold and foreboding, casting a bone-chilling glare at Po Yan's innocent expression. Then, without a word, he turned back to Han Rui, grinning like before. Po Yan felt as if he'd just survived an encounter with a demon. He hesitated, then shifted to Po Ming's side, whispering, "Brother, what—" but froze mid-sentence, taking an involuntary step back.

Po Ming's stare was even worse than Po Wei's. Po Yan couldn't shake the feeling that another word would earn him a slap. Damn it. I just wanted to know what happened, he thought, rubbing his chest where the tension seemed to settle.

Meanwhile, Han Rui paid little mind to their silent exchanges, focused entirely on his meal. Every so often, he invited them to join him, but Po Ming and Po Wei staunchly refused, believing that even standing this close to him was pressing their luck.

Soon, Han Rui cleared all six plates and downed the remaining wine, giving a small burp as a toothpick dangled from his mouth. "So, as I was saying—"

Before he could continue, Po Ming and Po Wei abruptly dropped to their knees, leaving Po Yan in a daze. The eldest Po brother gave a swift jab to the back of Po Yan's knees, sending him down as well. With one hand firmly pressing Po Yan's head in a bow, all three brothers bowed low as Po Ming declared, "Senior, we are willing to join you. Whatever you ask of us, we will do it. I swear on our ancestors' graves—we will serve you with every fiber of our being."

The music in the hall ceased, and a wave of curious glances turned their way, with whispers rippling through the crowd.

Han Rui rolled his eyes. "Get up, you idiots. Why are you making a scene?"

"Senior, we dare not—"

"If you don't get your fat asses up, forget anything I said," Han Rui snapped.

Instantly, the brothers scrambled to their feet.

"Sit," Han Rui ordered, gesturing to the empty seats. They hesitated but then took their places, reluctant yet obedient.

The curious onlookers gradually lost interest, and the festivities resumed. Han Rui, however, wore a deep frown as he eyed the trio before him. He took a slow breath, his expression softening just slightly.

"From now on, you're only to do what I tell you. Is that clear?" he said firmly.

The Po brothers nodded meekly, their eyes widening as Han Rui pulled a transparent bottle from his robe, revealing three blue-black pills inside.

Han Rui set the bottle a few inches from his cup, raising an eyebrow. "Ahem… So?"

The brothers exchanged confused glances until, finally, understanding lit Po Ming's eyes. He leaned in to whisper to Po Wei, who then nodded, his face alight with realization.

Without hesitation, Po Wei produced several satchels, and the bag Han Rui had used to wager with Bai Li, sliding them across the table. "Senior, we retrieved your bag. Please take it back," Po Ming said, nudging the bag closer to Han Rui. "And these satchels—consider them humble investments, as we discussed."

Han Rui nodded slowly, a faint smile on his lips. "Not bad," he said, tucking each satchel into his robes, which seemed to devour them like a bottomless pit. "It's not much, but I appreciate the gesture."

The brothers beamed as each sack vanished into Han Rui's robe. With the last bag stowed away, Han Rui turned back to them, a glint in his eye. "Now, how would you like to buy some of my pills?" he asked with a grin.

Po Yan's brow furrowed. "But sir, we just invested—" he began, only for two quick slaps to land on his cheeks, jerking his head left, then right.

"If you say one more word, I'll skin you alive, you fat fool," Po Ming hissed, glaring at him. Po Yan swallowed his indignation and sat quietly.

Po Ming quickly turned back to Han Rui, offering a sheepish smile. "Senior, what price would you like for them?"

Han Rui rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, how much do you have on you?"

"Just a moment, please." Po Ming turned to his brothers, and the trio huddled in whispered conference before he cleared his throat and faced Han Rui again. "Senior, we only have ten bronze coins, but we—"

"Deal," Han Rui interrupted, extending his hand.

Po Ming and Po Wei blinked in shock, unsure if they'd heard him right. Po Yan, however, promptly retrieved the coins, sliding them over to Han Rui in quiet reverence.

Han Rui inspected the coins briefly, then pocketed them with a nod before sliding the bottle over to the brothers. "One pill each. I'd suggest finding a secluded place to take them, but it's up to you."

With that, Han Rui stood, and the brothers instinctively moved to follow, but his raised hand halted them. "One of my subordinates will visit you soon. Thanks for the meal, gentlemen, and for investing in my humble business." With a bright smile, he turned and departed in slow, deliberate steps.

Po Yan, his patience finally wearing thin, turned to his elder brothers. "So… are you going to tell me what that was all about?" His gaze darted between Po Ming and Po Wei, who both wore disappointed expressions.

Silence met his question, and Po Yan sighed, reaching for the clear bottle. "Not only did he con us out of our money, but he also made us buy this useless junk," he muttered.

A series of rapid slaps met his face, spinning his vision in rhythm with the hall's lively music.

"Are you out of your mind?" Po Wei scolded, lowering his hand. "Show some respect for our benefactor!"

"But, brother—" A fresh slap cut Po Yan off.

"No buts. I don't want to hear it."

Once again, the brothers had drawn the attention of nearby patrons.

"We should find a quiet place to take these," Po Ming said, brushing off his earlier disappointment. "It's a shame we can't follow him now, but he said he'd send someone soon. Let's prepare ourselves."

Po Yan stowed the pills, and the trio quickly shuffled out of the inn. Moments later, a larger man charged out from the kitchen, brandishing a butcher's knife and hurling curses as he pursued the brothers, who had conveniently "forgotten" to pay their tab.

Meanwhile, only a few meters away, Han Rui had transformed into a plain-looking young man strolling down the road. He paused, chuckling as the three hefty figures dashed past him, followed by an even larger man in a greasy apron, knife in hand, shouting profanities.

Han Rui grinned to himself, stifling laughter. "Perhaps I should've left them a few coins for the bill. Well… hope they survive," he mused, chuckling as he disappeared into the city's shady backstreets.

[I can see that you're excited!]

"Of course, I am! I just made another sale," Han Rui replied mentally, whistling as he swaggered down the street. "By the way, I was meaning to ask—does it count as selling to seven people if one of—"

[I know what you're thinking, but unfortunately, the answer is no.]

"Damn it," Han Rui muttered under his breath, though his cheerful expression didn't waver. "I hope the rewards won't disappoint, then."

[When have I ever given you something useless?]

Han Rui paused, momentarily stumped. He couldn't deny that, even if most of the system's resources hadn't directly benefited him, they were undeniably valuable. After all, he wouldn't have been able to revive the Han clan without them.

Coming back to himself, Han Rui asked, "With my current lifespan, it's practically impossible to cultivate anytime soon. Is there any way to make temporary cultivation booster pills?"

[Check the Item Shop! I've told you several times that it's been updated, but you still haven't checked it!]

Han Rui's cheeks reddened as he scratched the back of his head. "Don't worry—I won't need reminding again," he promised.

He paused, summoning a new system window with a thought.

[Item Shop]

Pill Recipes {4,000 subcategories}Cultivation Manuals and Techniques{20,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Pills and Elixirs {100,000 subcategories} – Note: all items are one-time use only.Cauldrons and Alchemy Tools {10,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Weapons and Artifacts {20,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Clothing and Armor {200,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Formation Flags and Arrays {120,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Scrolls and Jades {50,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Spatial Items {44,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Rings and Treasures {30,000 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Spiritual Stones and Crystals {20 subcategories} – Note: some items are one-time use only.Beasts and Pets {40,000 subcategories}[Host's Fame Points Balance: 20,000!]

"Oh… the number of subcategories has exploded since the last update," Han Rui muttered as he clicked into the Pills and Elixirs section. His eyes scanned the options until he found the category he was looking for.

[Cultivation Boosters]

Body Refinement Pill – 1,000 Fame Points requiredQi Condensation Pill – 2,000 Fame Points requiredFoundation Establishment Pill – 10,000 Fame Points requiredCore Formation Pill – 20,000 Fame Points requiredNascent Soul Pill – 100,000 Fame Points required[The host will need to upgrade the Item Shop to purchase higher-level Cultivation Boosters.]

"Ah, it's here… but these prices are ridiculous!" Han Rui muttered. He shook his head, trying to imagine what an immortal-level cultivation booster might cost. Closing the system window, he continued down the street.

Suddenly, an oblong earring materialized on his right ear, jingling softly with a sound only he could hear. A familiar voice filled his ears.

"Rui'er, are you far from the clan?"

Han Rui stopped in his tracks. "Not really, Grandfather. Is something wrong?" He narrowed his gaze, knowing this item was meant for urgent situations.

"No, there's no problem," Han Xianlong reassured him. "But our ancestor just returned, and he's requesting to see you."

"Oh? Do you know why?" Han Rui asked, curiosity piqued.

Silence lingered on the line, then Han Xianlong replied, his hesitation evident. "Several sect patriarchs and grand elders have requested an audience with our clan. And… well…" His voice trailed off again.

"Grandfather, and?" Han Rui pressed.

"The Grand Librarian of the Eternal Spring Sect has specifically asked for you to join them as an honorary disciple."

Han Rui froze, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. "They want to make me an honorary disciple? Why?"

"Although we've kept a low profile as you instructed, the clan's rapid growth would've surely caught the eyes of neighboring sects. They've been trying to form connections with us for the last couple of years, but we've rebuffed all their advances. It's likely they're scheming something. Perhaps they intend to use you as a pawn in whatever plan they've devised."

Han Rui furrowed his brow, his thoughts drifting. This could become troublesome. I knew it was only a matter of time before those greedy cultivators started plotting something against us.

"Rui'er, are you still there?"

"Yes, Grandfather. I'll be home soon. Schedule a meeting with the elders and everyone else—I'll join as soon as I arrive."

"We'll be waiting for you. Take your time." The earring shimmered and vanished along with Han Xianlong's voice.

I knew this day would come. Han Rui chuckled softly as he resumed walking at a leisurely pace. Thank heavens I already made all the necessary preparations. I'm looking forward to seeing how this plays out.

"System," he murmured, "about my question from before. You still haven't given me a straight answer."

[The host should be more specific! I can't be expected to remember all your useless… demands!]

Han Rui felt the corners of his eyes twitch. Clenching his fists, he continued walking, fighting back a surge of irritation. "I'm talking about whether it would violate our agreement if I made money through other ventures—not just by selling my own products."

[Oh, that!]

[Why do you need more money anyway? Isn't the Han Clan already doing well financially? You really are a greedy one, aren't you?]

"You're the last one I want to hear that from!"

[Oh? Did you just yell at me?]

Han Rui forced a smile and replied, "Of course not. I wouldn't dare."

[I see you still know your place. Very well—refresh my memory about this product. I'm feeling generous, so I might just allow it.]

Suppressing his urge to strangle the intangible system, Han Rui continued, "It's about the construct I mentioned earlier. The one that would allow cultivators to—"

[Ah, I remember now!] the system interrupted before Han Rui could finish. [I refused at the time because you were still studying! But since then, you've been a decent host, so I should reward you!]

Han Rui stared at the system's message, torn between laughter and vexation. Being treated like a puppy… and there's nothing I can do about it.

[Your request has been approved, host!]

He sighed, feeling his frustration melt away at the sight of the notification.

[At least crack a smile!]

"What?" Han Rui blurted out.

[Request revoked!]

"Wait, wait—I'll smile!" Han Rui flashed the widest, brightest grin he could muster, ignoring the strange looks from passersby.

[Now, dance!]

Without hesitation, Han Rui began to dance, still beaming absurdly as he stumbled through a series of clumsy, mismatched moves.

[Stop! Stop! Please—I can't watch this anymore!]

[Request re-approved!]

[Congratulations—the system has gifted you an immortal-level formation array!]

Halting his strange dance which had now attracted a fair number of puzzled onlookers, Han Rui found a snow-white, jade tablet shaped like a smartphone appearing in his hand.

[Hydra Tablet!]

Description: A tablet crafted from the remains of an ancient monster known for its regenerative abilities. The Hydra Tablet can be duplicated into an infinite number of identical tablets, each connected to the original. The owner of the original has unrestricted access to all duplicates, regardless of location.

"System, have I told you how much I love you?" Han Rui said gleefully, gently caressing the Hydra Tablet as if it were a priceless treasure. His eyes practically turned heart-shaped as he gazed at the glowing tablet in his hand, a grin of pure elation spreading across his face.

[Um… I don't like where this is going. You're weirding me out!]

Han Rui's grin widened mischievously. "System, are you saying you don't want me?"

[It seems you're itching for some punishment. If you don't stop this weird charade immediately, you're going to miss something important real soon. Here's a hint: it starts with a D and rhymes with ick!]

A chill ran down Han Rui's spine, and he instantly dropped the act. Straightening up, he cleared his throat and composed himself. Without a care for the curious glances from passersby, he slipped the Hydra Tablet into his robes and strode confidently into the night.

Chapter 14 – Meeting

The moon held its regal position in the starry night sky, casting its resplendent light over the bustling city below. The streets teemed with life, a torrent of new faces—cultivators and vagabonds alike—pouring into the famed avenues. Rumors whispered of ancient treasures and undiscovered secret grounds, yet most of the city's inhabitants remained oblivious to the true reason behind the influx of cultivators into their humble home.

Meanwhile, in the grand hall of the Han Estate, the air was thick with tension. Guards lined the perimeter of the building, their blood-red armor glinting in the moonlight. Each one stood with the seasoned vitality of a hardened cultivator. Despite the heavy presence of guards, the expansive area was otherwise eerily silent, void of clan members or servants.

From the distance, the silhouette of a young man emerged, his figure cutting through the moonlit haze. Han Rui's lazy gaze wandered over the distant buildings and sculptures, his steps measured and deliberate. As he approached the guards, none reacted; they neither acknowledged his presence nor obstructed his path. It was as though he moved like a phantom, the guards subconsciously shifting aside to clear the way without even realizing it.

Arriving before the massive doors of the main hall, Han Rui didn't pause. His figure passed through the heavy, reinforced doors like mist slipping through a crack.

It's been a while since we've gathered like this. I just hope this meeting doesn't drag on; he mused silently.

Within the hall, a heated debate was already underway.

"Patriarch, the number of cultivators flooding the city continues to rise. At this point, it can't be a mere coincidence," one elder declared, his voice tinged with exasperation. "It's clear those scheming bastards are up to something."

"I concur!" another elder chimed in, his expression dark. "Those sects cannot be trusted. After all the rejections they've suffered in their attempts to form alliances with us, it seems they've decided to abandon all pretense."

"Why should we be concerned about those pests?" a brutish elder growled. "We are not the weaklings we once were. Let them try—those pompous fools are no match for us anymore."

"That confidence is commendable, Elder Zhou," Han Wudi interjected, his tone measured. "But this time, the Eternal Spring Sect isn't just sniffing around—they're requesting that young master Han Rui join their ranks."

A collective uproar erupted.

"Nonsense!" multiple elders exclaimed in unison.

"Who do those self-righteous bookworms think they are?" Han Yating roared, slamming her fist onto the armrest of his chair. Her fiery gaze turned toward the patriarch, Han Xianlong, who sat calmly at the head of the room.

Xianlong yawned slightly, his indifferent expression betraying no sign of concern as his eyes swept across the gathered elders.

"Ahem, I share your sentiments," Han Wudi said, clearing his throat. "But before we make any decisions, we should hear the young master's opinion on the matter." He turned toward Xianlong and asked, "When is the young master expected to arrive?"

Xianlong opened his mouth to respond, but before he could speak, a voice rang out from the shadows.

"I'm here already. Sorry for the delay, elders."

Han Rui's form suddenly appeared beside Xianlong, his presence as subtle as a whisper, yet every elder in the room immediately rose to their feet. The indifferent look on Xianlong's face vanished in an instant.

"Please, everyone, be seated," Han Rui said warmly, his smile radiating ease. His gaze wandered as he scanned the room. "Grandfather… hmm, I don't see Great-Grandfather. Where is he?"

Before Xianlong could respond, a shadow loomed over Han Rui. The faint scent of sweat mixed with flowers reached his nose, and before he could react, two powerful arms enveloped him in a crushing embrace. Thunderous laughter echoed through the hall.

"My boy, I've missed you so much!" a booming voice declared. "But look at you—so skinny! Are you eating properly?"

Han Rui's smile turned dry as he struggled in vain to free himself from the ironclad grip. Finally, he gave up. "Great-Grandfather, I missed you too. It's good to see you're as strong as ever. Congratulations on breaking through again."

Han Wuchen's laugh grew louder as he finally released Han Rui, his vigor undiminished. Despite being Xianlong's father, Wuchen looked like a man in his twenties, his inky-black hair gleaming like polished obsidian and his sculpted muscles exuding a youthful energy that put the younger generation to shame.

"We greet the ancestor!" the elders and Xianlong intoned in unison, bowing deeply.

But Wuchen waved them off, his sharp blue eyes fixed solely on Han Rui. "You're even more handsome than the last time I saw you." His grin turned mischievous. "I bet you've got the ladies of the Celestial Ridge crying themselves to sleep."

Han Rui chuckled nervously, his eyes darting toward Xianlong and the elders. None of them met his gaze, their dry smiles betraying their reluctance to explain what had happened with the Su Clan.

They didn't tell him, huh? Han Rui thought, suppressing a sigh. Well, I don't blame them. They're counting on me to handle this.

"Great-Grandfather," Han Rui said gently, "we can discuss that later. Let's not keep everyone waiting."

"Nonsense!" Wuchen declared, turning to the elders. "They don't mind. Do you?"

The elders immediately shook their heads in unison, their movements almost mechanical.

"See?" Wuchen said brightly. "They're not so useless they can't manage without you. Come, Rui'er. Let's go to my abode. You're old enough now for my special drink. We'll talk about all your girlfriends—how many have you had?"

"Um, Father—" Xianlong began hesitantly, but the sharp glare from Wuchen froze the words in his throat.

"Did you say something?" Wuchen asked, his tone dangerously soft.

Xianlong shook his head vigorously. "No, Father."

"Good." Wuchen's fierce gaze softened instantly as he turned back to Han Rui. "Let's go."

"Great-Grandfather, please," Han Rui interjected, his tone as soothing as a spring breeze. "Surely you wouldn't want me to shirk my duties, right? I promise the meeting won't take long. Afterward, we'll have all the time in the world to drink and chat."

Wuchen pouted like a child denied a toy. "Fine. But only because you asked nicely."

"Thank you, Great-Grandfather."

As Wuchen relented, the elders heaved a collective sigh of relief and began lowering themselves into their seats.

"What do you incompetent old bag of bones think you're doing?" Wuchen suddenly roared, his voice like thunder.

"A-Ancestor, I don't quite follow," Han Wudi stammered, visibly trembling.

"Who said you could sit? You talentless hacks haven't even reached Quasi-Immortal with all the resources at your disposal. If I were in your shoes, I'd cripple myself and become a farmer. At least then, I'd be able to harvest something!"

Han Rui's lips parted slightly in shock. It's been so long I forgot how vicious his tongue can be. He glanced at the elders, all of whom—including Xianlong—looked on the verge of tears. If I let this continue, he's going to make them cry. Again.

Han Rui cleared his throat. "Great-Grandfather, I won't play with you later if you keep berating the others," he said with a faint smile. "And if you keep interrupting, I'll have no choice but to kick you out of the hall."

Wuchen blinked at him, then burst into laughter. "Kick me out, you say? You've grown bold, my boy!"

"Yes," Han Rui replied lightly, his smile unwavering. "And I'll prove it if I have to."

"But Rui'er…" Wuchen's voice cracked as he met Han Rui's unwavering gaze. He pouted like a scolded child, folding his arms across his chest. "Okay, I understand."

Han Rui sighed softly. Stubborn old man. It seems rejuvenation has only made him more brazen with his words.

"Alright, everyone, please take your seats," Han Rui said with a gentle smile.

The elders, however, remained as stiff as statues, their eyes darting cautiously toward Wuchen.

"Young Master," one elder finally managed, his voice trembling slightly, "we're fine standing."

Han Rui turned toward Wuchen, who flashed an infuriatingly innocent smile.

"Alright, fine. If that's what you want," Han Rui said, lowering himself into an empty chair. "Let's move on. What's the first agenda for today?"

The fifth elder cleared his throat, his gaze flickering nervously to Wuchen before settling on Han Rui. "Young Master, apart from the issue with the Eternal Spring Sect—"

"There's no need to discuss that," Han Rui cut in quickly. "I have no intention of joining them. Let's focus on the other matters."

Before the fifth elder could respond, Wuchen's voice chimed in, disturbingly cheerful.

"Wait a moment," he said, leaning forward with a dangerous gleam in his eyes. "What's this about the Eternal Spring Sect?"

Han Rui froze as a chill traveled down his spine. Oh no. This is bad. I should've known better than to mention that in his presence.

"Great-Grandfather, it's nothing serious—"

But Han Rui's words were drowned out by Wuchen's thunderous roar. His once-cheerful expression contorted into pure rage.

"Those book-sniffing virgins dared to ask my boy to join their pathetic sect!? Who do they think they are!? I'll teach those bastards a lesson they'll never forget!"

"Great-Grandfather, please—" Han Rui began, but it was too late. In the blink of an eye, Wuchen disappeared.

"Oh, shit," Han Rui muttered, sinking back into his chair. Those poor fools don't even know what's coming. I can't decide if I should feel sorry for them or not.

He glanced toward the elders, who were still standing stiffly. "Let me guess: he threatened to break your legs if you didn't talk, right?"

Xianlong sighed deeply. "Worse. He said he'd pluck out our balls, stir-fry them, and force-feed them to us."

The elders nodded solemnly, their faces pale with horror.

Han Rui fought the urge to laugh, biting the inside of his cheek to suppress the inappropriate humor bubbling within him. Why do I find this situation so funny?

After a moment, he straightened his face and spoke calmly. "Send some compensation to the Eternal Spring Sect. Anonymously, of course. They're going to need it."

"Yes, Young Master," an elder replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

Han Rui turned back to the fifth elder. "Now, about the other matters. There shouldn't be any major issues, right?"

The fifth elder hesitated before mumbling, "That depends. If we fail, we might actually have to eat… our balls."

Han Rui massaged his temples. "Relax. There's no need to worry."

Han Yating suddenly stepped forward, her fiery gaze locking on Han Rui. "Young Master, if it's about them, why do we hold back? We have enough power to crush them all. The only reason we remain hidden is because you told us to. But if you want, we can reveal ourselves now."

Han Rui leaned back, considering her words. He had read enough cultivation novels to know that revealing their strength prematurely could only lead to chaos. But complete seclusion wasn't sustainable either. Eventually, they'd need to show the world their might—but at the right moment.

When all the elders and Grandfather reach Quasi-Immortal… That should be enough to make our foundation unshakable.

With his mind made up, Han Rui smiled. "We'll reveal ourselves when everyone here, excluding me, attains a Quasi-Immortal realm cultivation base. Once that happens, no sect in the neighboring states will dare to challenge us."

The room fell silent as Xianlong and the elders exchanged bemused glances. The corner of Xianlong's eye twitched slightly, mirroring the disbelief on the elders' faces.

Han Rui, oblivious to their expressions, calmly retrieved a water bottle from his robes and took a sip.

One elder stared at Xianlong, speaking via qi transmission. "Patriarch… how grand is the Young Master's ambition?"

"Why are you asking me? How would I know?" Xianlong sighed, massaging his temples. "We already have enough resources and power to dominate the entire region, even if all the sects and major families in the Celestial Ridge banded together, yet it doesn't seem to satisfy him. For all I know, his real goal might be to dominate the world."

The elders simultaneously turned their gazes toward Han Rui, who remained blissfully unaware, casually sipping water as if he weren't the center of their hushed conspiracy theories.

"So… it wasn't just a coincidence that he left the Illusionary Fields around the same time the ancestor solidified his advancement," an elder mentioned, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "The young master must have been plotting something for a while now."

"I wouldn't put it past him," another elder muttered, nodding in agreement.

Han Rui coughed lightly, tucking the water bottle back into his robes. His calm voice echoing in the silent hall. "Sorry about that. My throat's been a bit dry lately." His gaze swept across the room, and he leaned forward slightly, his tone shifting. "Now that we've settled those matters, there's something else I want to discuss."

The elders immediately stiffened, their attention snapping to Han Rui.

"What is it, Rui'er?" Xianlong asked cautiously, his instincts warning him that whatever was coming next would not bode well for their peace of mind.

A mischievous smile curled across Han Rui's lips. The temperature in the room seemed to drop a few degrees as the elders collectively shivered. They watched intently as Han Rui reached into his robes and pulled out several unfamiliar objects: pristine, snow-white slabs of jade, cleanly cut and smooth, yet oddly opaque.

"What sort of treasure is this?" Xianlong wondered aloud, his brows furrowed. "It looks like a mirror, but… not quite as clear."

He wasn't alone. The other elders exchanged puzzled looks, their expressions mirroring Xianlong's confusion.

Unable to contain his curiosity, Han Wudi finally broke the silence. "Pardon me, young master, but… what are those?"

Han Rui's grin widened. He placed the jade slabs on the table with deliberate care, their polished surfaces gleaming under the hall's light.

"Gentlemen," Han Rui began, his voice filled with uncharacteristic excitement. "The Sacred Martial World is about to change forever. Say goodbye to the old ways, because we're entering a new era!"

The room fell into stunned silence.

Xianlong blinked. "A new… era?"

Han Wudi leaned closer, squinting at the mysterious slabs. "Young master, forgive my ignorance, but how exactly will these… things change the Sacred Martial World?"

Han Rui leaned back, his gaze sweeping across the room, letting the tension build for just a moment longer before speaking.

"These are called tablets," he said, his tone casual but confident. "And they're not just treasures—they're tools. Tools that will revolutionize communication, information exchange, and cultivation techniques. With these, we won't just be leaders in martial strength—we'll lead in innovation."

The elders stared blankly, the words barely registering.

"Um… Rui'er," Xianlong ventured hesitantly, "how do these… 'tablets' work?"

Han Rui's eyes gleamed with mischief. "I'm glad you asked. Allow me to demonstrate."

The elders leaned in as Han Rui activated one of the slabs. A faint glow emanated from its surface, followed by intricate symbols and patterns that seemed to float in mid-air.

"By the heavens!" one elder gasped, nearly staggering to the floor.

"It's sorcery!" another whispered in awe.

Han Rui chuckled. "It's not sorcery, it's technology. No, that's not quite right either. You're right, it's sorcery."

Xianlong pinched the bridge of his nose. "Rui'er, please don't tell me this is another one of your… experiments."

Han Rui smirked. "Oh, it's much more than that, Grandfather. This is just the beginning."

The elders exchanged nervous glances. Deep down, they all knew one thing: whatever Han Rui had planned, their lives were about to become significantly more complicated.