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Chapter 38: Overlord Lifts the Cauldron · Oct 24, 2026

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51 Chapter 51: Surprised? Unexpected? 2026-10-24
52 Chapter 52: The Weak Die, the Strong Live 2026-10-24
53 Chapter 53: Are You Free? Then I’m Coming In 2026-10-24
54 Chapter 54: Am I the Only Blood Evil Demon in All of Cangzhou? 2026-10-24
55 Chapter 55: Eyes Are Much Clearer 2026-10-24
56 Chapter 56: Can You Give Me Your Most Precious Thing? 2026-10-24
57 Chapter 57: Fusing a New Martial Art 2026-10-24
58 Chapter 58: That’s Not Too Much, Right? 2026-10-24
59 Chapter 59: Which Sect’s Prodigy Is This? 2026-10-24
60 Chapter 60 - 59: Which Sect’s Prodigy Is This? 2026-10-24
61 Chapter 61 - 60: I Feel Something, But Not Much 2026-10-24
62 Chapter 62 - 61: Don’t Ask, It Was the Blood Slaughter Sect 2026-10-24
63 Chapter 63 - 62: The Stronger, the Weaker 2026-10-24
64 Chapter 64 - 63: Your Blade, 5 Millimeters Off to the Left 2026-10-24
65 Chapter 65 - 64: Stand Still and Get Beaten 2026-10-24
66 Chapter 66 - 65: The Ancestral Law is Immutable 2026-10-24
67 Chapter 67 - 66: More Talented Than Me? A Better Fighter Than Me? 2026-10-24
68 Chapter 68 - 67: Shadows Die Twice 2026-10-24
69 Chapter 69 - 68: Terrifyingly Strong 2026-10-24
70 Chapter 70 - 69: Cousin, Is This Right, Cousin 2026-10-24
71 Chapter 71 - 70: Coming for Me? 2026-10-24
72 Chapter 72 - 71: This Is Your Choice? 2026-10-24
73 Chapter 73 - 72: Harsh Condemnation 2026-10-24
74 Chapter 74 - 73: You Want to Compare Sizes With Me? 2026-10-24
75 Chapter 75 - 74: Known for More Than 10 Years, Not Close 2026-10-24
76 Chapter 76 - 75: If It’s Young Master Wu, It’s Acceptable 2026-10-24
77 Chapter 77 - 76: Plan 2026-10-24
78 Chapter 78 - 77: Balancing the Books with the Demon Corpse 2026-10-24
79 Chapter 79 - 78: Foundation 2026-10-24
80 Chapter 80 - 79: Fitting the Stereotype 2026-10-24
81 Chapter 81 - 80: Keep Breathing 2026-10-24
82 Chapter 82 - 81: I’m Referring to Physique 2026-10-24
83 Chapter 83 - 82: The Might of the Jade Bone Realm 2026-10-24
84 Chapter 84 - 83: The Inventor of the Demon Corpse Is a True Beast 2026-10-24
85 Chapter 85 - 84: Leaping Over the Rolling Mountains 2026-10-24
86 Chapter 86 - 85: Either Getting Stronger, or on the Path to Getting Stronger 2026-10-24
87 Chapter 87 - 86: A First Time in This Life 2026-10-24
88 Chapter 88 - 87: Invention... Genius 2026-10-24
89 Chapter 89 - 88: Black, Truly Black 2026-10-24
90 Chapter 90 - 89: An Irresistible Destination 2026-10-24
91 Chapter 91 - 90: Deep Red, Activate 2026-10-24
92 Chapter 92 - 91: A Mission 2026-10-24
93 Chapter 93 - 92: You Didn’t Know You Were Raising a Ghost at Home? 2026-10-24
94 Chapter 94 - 93: A Gaze of Pure Innocence 2026-10-24
95 Chapter 95 - 94: You and Your Overlord Bloodline Can Fly Away Together 2026-10-24
96 Chapter 96 - 95: Innate Punching-Bag Sacred Body 2026-10-24
97 Chapter 97 - 96: Triggering the Passive 2026-10-24
98 Chapter 98 - 97: This Person Can’t Be a Devil, Right? 2026-10-24
99 Chapter 99 - 98: One Day... 2026-10-24
100 Chapter 100 - 99: Taking a Closer Look 2026-10-24

Chapter 38: Chapter 38: Overlord Lifts the Cauldron

Wu Chen said no more. Instead, he stared ahead, a panel materializing in his vision.

The trees and plants of the mountain forest blurred past him as he fixed his gaze on the realm column:

[Martial Arts Realm](Qi Power: Hegemon Lifting a Cauldron)

’Hegemon Lifting a Cauldron... the strength to lift a cauldron.’

’Five thousand jin of Qi Power!’

As Wu Chen looked at the entry on his panel, a thought suddenly occurred to him.

The Demon Sect might have limitless resources, and through wanton slaughter and plunder, they could build up their members’ realms to great heights.

But faced with infinite Martial Arts and a finite lifespan...

...these people could never meticulously polish their bodies to perfection and obtain the colossal strength to lift a cauldron, not like he could.

Their realms might appear similar, but in reality, they were worlds apart.

Wu Chen understood.

’These people might have all sorts of sinister and malicious moves.’

’But as long as my Body Technique is fast enough, my fists are ruthless enough, and my blade strikes are swift enough...’

’...I just have to prevent them from ever using those dirty tricks, right?!’

’Better yet, if I’m even more sinister than them, they won’t be able to pull any tricks on me!’

He took a deep breath, turned to the others beside him, and said,

”You guys take your time.”

”I’ll wait for you at the villa.”

Before they could say a word, he shot off like a gust of dust and vanished from their sight.

A short while later, the outline of the villa’s high walls appeared in Wu Chen’s line of sight.

At the impressive, wide-open main gate, two Guards stood watch, one on each side, blades in hand.

PFFT!

Wu Chen descended like a gust of wind, and one Guard was instantly cut down, collapsing to the ground, dead.

The other Guard had no time to react before Wu Chen’s hand clamped around his neck.

His voice was chilling as he asked,

”Where are Steward Qian and the three team leaders?”

”Hm? Not talking?”

After waiting a few breaths without a clear answer, Wu Chen prepared to use his blade and search for them himself.

It was only when he saw the Guard frantically smacking his hand that he realized he was choking the man’s windpipe, making it impossible for him to speak.

”GASP! GASP!”

Wu Chen loosened his grip. The Guard, who had barely managed to take two gasps of air, felt an increasingly cold gaze on him and hurriedly said,

”Steward Qian and the three leaders are in the reception hall on the third floor of the small building...”

PFFT!

Having gotten the information he wanted, Wu Chen’s blade rose and fell, giving the Guard a quick death before he headed straight for the only multi-story building in the villa.

The villa was pitch-black and eerily silent.

Most of the Guards had led the Blood Slaughter Sect disciples into the mountains for the trial and were waiting at the foot of the mountain; Wu Chen had slaughtered them all.

He had just killed the only two who remained.

As a result, there were no patrols in the villa.

After all, no one could have imagined that the great prize would turn into a great terror!

Nevertheless, Wu Chen still moved with caution to avoid alerting the enemy.

He stuck to the dark corners, approaching the quiet, candlelit building.

Empowered by the Yin Wind Leg, a Demon Sect Martial Art, Wu Chen moved without a sound, like a drifting, shadowy gust.

’But is this level of stealth a bit overkill? Or is it even necessary?’

’Based on the information I have, those four are elites of the Demon Sect. I might not be able to escape their notice anyway. It might just make them more vigilant.’

’Walking normally and making footstep sounds might not arouse their suspicion at all.’

Reaching the base of the building, he glanced up at the silent structure and decided to stop hiding his presence. He strode forward and headed straight for the top floor.

On the third floor of the small building, Qian Fugui stood by the window, his massive frame completely blocking the opening.

His face was fraught with worry as he stared at the empty training grounds, then at the overlapping silhouettes of the distant mountains against the night sky.

He just couldn’t understand how all six Direct Disciples had died in the mountains!

If this news got back to the sect, it would cause a massive uproar.

’Could it be that these disciples fought so fiercely that they were willing to die just to drag their opponents down with them?’

’Is this how their masters taught them?’

He turned and looked at the three silent figures by the dining table behind him, shaking his head helplessly.

He had only managed to keep these three sitting here quietly by invoking the authority of an Elder’s token and the sect’s rules.

Otherwise, given their tempers, they would have certainly left the villa to wreak havoc in the mountains.

Then, at the slightest disagreement, a huge fight would break out, and who knows how many more sect disciples would be killed or injured.

Inciting Direct Disciples to kill each other, or them wiping each other out, had nothing to do with him as the steward.

But if he let the three team leaders go into the mountains and break the trial’s rules, he would absolutely be held responsible!

As he was lost in his troubled thoughts, he heard the sound of someone rushing up the stairs outside.

Qian Fugui turned his head toward the door.

He wondered why he hadn’t heard any commotion from the villa just now; the footsteps had suddenly appeared just downstairs.

’Was I so lost in thought that I didn’t notice?’

’I wonder which disciple has returned. I can ask them what’s happening in the mountains.’

Just as he was thinking this and about to open the door, the other three in the room proved to be even more anxious than him.

Hearing the sound, they had already stood up and were walking toward the door.

They intended to ask this disciple returning from the mountains just what had happened.

Even in past brutal fights, there had never been a precedent of a Direct Disciple dying!

And the footsteps coming up the stairs were extremely fast, reaching the third floor in a flash, as if the person had something urgent to report.

The three men inside didn’t open the door immediately. After all, they had to maintain the calm and reserved demeanor of their superior status and not appear flustered in front of a subordinate.

They stood by the door, waiting for the disciple outside to speak first before they opened it.

However,

what they heard was a shriek like that of a vengeful ghost.

WHOO! WHOO! WHOO! WHOO!—

BANG!

Amidst the ear-piercing whine, the wooden door, as if ravaged by a colossal force, exploded like it was made of paper.

Thousands of splinters transformed into sharp blades, showering the room.

The three men had never expected something like this from behind the door.

They had been careless.

Caught off guard by the storm of splinters, their bodies were raked with over a hundred cuts.

The gale from outside the door condensed into something solid, smashing into all three and sending them flying.

The fierce wind surged in, causing the candlelight inside to flicker, plunging the room into alternating light and shadow.

Wu Chen stepped through the doorway, blade in hand, his eyes gleaming in the dimness.

Seeing the three men on the ground, he was about to press his attack and kill them.

An enraged shout echoed in his ears.

”Villain, don’t you dare act so brazenly!”

Qian Fugui, who had been by the window, made his move.

The moment he heard the whining wind of the blade, he knew the person outside was trouble.

He just hadn’t expected the opponent’s blade mastery to be so profound that it left him no time to even shout a warning.

Qian Fugui was extremely fast. The moment his angry shout faded, he had already appeared before the intruder.

Wu Chen’s vision darkened as his line of sight was completely filled by Qian Fugui’s massive body, blocking his path of attack.

In an instant, they were less than an arm’s length apart, and Qian Fugui’s thick palm descended toward Wu Chen’s head.

If that palm were to connect, it would surely crush his skull and splatter his brains.

”Die!”

Qian Fugui bellowed, his fat trembling all over his body—a clear sign of his fury.

In that brief moment, looking at the blood-soaked figure before him, he could roughly guess that this man was likely responsible for the deaths of the Direct Disciples in the mountains.

With this thought, his palm strike became even more vicious.

Facing the ferocious, skull-splitting palm, Wu Chen shifted half a step to the side, gracefully dodging it.

But the force of the palm’s wind was so vicious that even after dodging, his cheek stung as if a piece of flesh had been torn away.

Wu Chen paid it no mind, his expression unchanging.

He knew he was too close to draw his blade and didn’t want to waste time creating distance to maneuver.

After all, there were still others in the room. If he got tied down, he would inevitably be at a disadvantage.

His free left hand, crisp and clean, shot toward his opponent’s body.

”Brat, this body of mine isn’t just for show!”

Qian Fugui’s right palm missed, and his left palm took its place, grabbing for Wu Chen’s chest.

But he was also shocked by Wu Chen’s decisive counterattack and knew that Wu Chen’s palm would land on him a step faster than his own.

However, Qian Fugui was confident that he could use his layers of fat to mitigate the impact of the palm strike and not lose out in the exchange.

Diamond cut diamond, trading injury for injury!

This was his plan, and also the safest approach. After all, anyone who dared to face them alone couldn’t be weak.

THUMP!

But as the slender palm landed on Qian Fugui’s round belly, his body suddenly froze.

The fat on his body rippled out in concentric waves, originating from Wu Chen’s palm.

His wide sleeves billowed endlessly, making a sharp, flapping sound.

Then, Qian Fugui’s eyes bulged violently, nearly popping from their sockets. He couldn’t seem to believe the Qi Power behind that palm strike.

His own palm stopped three inches from Wu Chen’s chest, unable to advance another fraction.

But the Qi Power in Wu Chen’s palm was simply too immense.

Qian Fugui’s layers of fat were completely unable to disperse it.

His body made a ’PFFT’ sound, like a deflating ball, as he was sent flying backward, straight through the window.

With a RUMBLE, the wall around the window was torn open, and half of it nearly collapsed.

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