Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

”Hmm, this old servant’s life belongs to the Xie family. The Young Master was also raised under my watch, so risking my life for the Young Master means nothing,” Qin Ri said.

Xiao Wan gazed at everything before her, knowing that Qin Ri probably wouldn’t survive this time. Her eyes turned red, tears welling up. The strongest forces in the universe are the Star Sky Alliance and the Demon Clan, but many ancient families and races also exist within the vast cosmos, among which the Xie family is an extremely ancient lineage. Within the family, there is an old ancestor at the Realm Lord Level, who controls numerous

rich resources within the Star Domain.

Xie Zhen is also the most talented genius among the Xie family’s juniors, beloved by the family elders. ”Back then, the old ancestor obtained the inheritance of the sixth Asura Tower, which opened a prosperous era of ten thousand years for the Xie family. Now, the old ancestor has bestowed a secret technique upon me, all to ensure that I attain an inheritance from the Asura Tower. I cannot disappoint the old ancestor,” Xie Zhen slowly said.

”Yes, among the young generations of the Xie family, only the Young Master could receive the secret technique bestowed by the old ancestor. The old ancestor places high hopes on the Young Master. If the Young Master can inherit from the tenth Asura Tower, his strength will surely soar in the future, and the position of Family Head will eventually incline

towards the Young Master,” Qin Ri stated.

Xie Zhen was silent for a long while, then turned back to look at Qin Ri, ”Uncle Qin, please accept my bow!”

After speaking, Xie Zhen bent over and made an obeisance. ”Young Master, you mustn’t. I’m just a servant of the Xie family. If it weren’t for the Family Head saving my life back then, I would have become a frozen corpse on the streets long ago. Now I can obtain the Cultivation Method and become a World General; I’m already content,” Qin Ri said

with red eyes as well.

Recalling the days long past now, it felt like ages ago. Hundreds of years ago, Qin Ri was the captain of the guard in a small Marquis Mansion on a star called ’Minghai’. Later, war broke out, the nation fell, families were ruined, and people were displaced. Qin Ri escorted women and children from the Prince Mansion to flee to another country to seek refuge, only to face pursuing soldiers mid

way and ultimately was powerless to turn the tide, falling injured and alone, escaping to another country, gravely ill and only able to live by begging in the streets. One winter, crouched in a corner, holding his knees and shivering, a dirty little girl stood before him

and split a white bun in half to share with him.

The two relied on each other for survival. The streets were covered in snow, icicles hung glistening from the eaves, illuminated by the red glow from the lanterns of the flower house across the street, casting a faint illusion of warmth on them.

Inside the flower house, red clothes, purple gowns, perfumes and pinned hair, light laughter, musical sounds, and joyous laughter further highlighted the bleakness and downfall of the two beggars, large and small.

”You have cultivated Martial Arts, and still remember some skills?” At this moment, a scholar in green clothes came to the two and looked at Qin Ri, asking.

Qin Ri’s lips were purple from the cold, nodded slightly.

”Follow me; I’ll give you food, won’t let you starve to death, but from now on you must work for me!” said the scholar in green clothes.

Qin Ri pulled the little girl down to kneel, knocking three loud heads, and then followed the green-clothed scholar away. That scholar in green clothes was the Family Head of the Xie family today, who, back then as a cultivator, entered the world and met Qin Ri, subsequently bringing Qin Ri into the Xie family, teaching him Cultivation Techniques, and making him swallow a red pill every day for cultivation. From the moment he left with the green-clothed scholar,

Qin Ri knew his life belonged to others.

Through these years, he cultivated diligently, swallowed Blood Pills, and practiced some secret techniques about the Shura for the sake of today, and for Xie Zhen to inherit the Shura.

”Uncle Qin!” Xiao Wan, too, covered her teary-eyed face with delicate hands.

”Young Master, my life was given to the Xie family long ago. I’ve known that today would come, yet there’s still one request I have for the Young Master.” Qin Ri clasped his hands in salute.

”Uncle Qin, speak, whatever can be done, I will try my best; even if it can’t be done, I will exert myself.” Xie Zhen said.

Qin Ri glanced at Xiao Wan and spoke: ”Wan’er has followed me since childhood, devoted and loyal to the Young Master. However, she is of low birth and naturally isn’t suited for the Young Master. Just hope the Young Master will cherish Wan’er for my devoted loyalty.”

”Naturally, no need for Uncle Qin to instruct, I would do the same regardless,” Xie Zhen replied.

Hearing this, Qin Ri’s heart was finally at peace. He stretched out his hand, palm flaming like iron, True Yuan burning, and two streams of Blood Fog directly surged into Xie Zhen’s body, causing Xie Zhen’s complexion to change, immediately guarding his heart realm.

These Blood Fog were the Blood Evil Qi that Qin Ri cultivated for years, the Evil Qi entirely digested by now, leaving only pure power.

For years, Qin Ri swallowed Blood Pills, and the Evil Essence resonated alike, while he also used his body as a tripod furnace, initially enduring the infiltration of Evil Qi, suffering agony, then purifying the Evil Qi, finally refining pure energy to pass to Xie Zhen.

Xie Zhen’s aura constantly climbed, under the skin of his face and neck, blood energy squirmed, feeling the surge in power, his expression lit up with enjoyment.

”Father!”

On the side, Xiao Wan couldn’t hold back her tears, falling like pearls from a broken string. She was the little girl who accompanied Xiao Wan years ago. Through these years, she always called him ’Uncle Qin’, yet he was already a father to her.

Along with the dissipation of his blood energy, Qin Ri’s spiritual power weakened drastically, finally turning back to glance at Xiao Wan, ”Wan’er, live well.”

As his words finished, Qin Ri turned into ash, disappearing into the heavens and earth.

Qin Ri was merely a servant, unwaveringly loyal to his master, loyal and devoted. This was his ’Dao Heart’, the reason why he swallowed Evil Essence but wasn’t corrupted by Evil Qi. Everyone, even a minor figure, has something they hold persistently.

”The power, I feel immense power!” Xie Zhen, meanwhile, was overwhelmed with joy, clenching his fists tightly, drawing the accumulated cultivation of Qin Ri over hundreds of years, finally breaking through to the Seventh Transition Shura realm, all because Qin Ri used himself as a tripod furnace, hundreds of years of hard cultivation, and ultimately gave all his blood energy to him.

”Father.”

Watching Qin Ri disappear into ash, Xiao Wan’s heart skipped a beat, her delicate body trembling slightly, biting her lip furiously, closing her eyes, letting hot tears stream down her cheeks.

”Uncle Qin’s loyalty is beyond question. Though he has died, he too helped me, and Uncle Qin tasked me with caring for you, I shall not fail him,” Xie Zhen glanced at Xiao Wan, speaking in an aloof tone.

Xiao Wan remained silent, in Xie Zhen’s eyes, she and Uncle Qin were no different, just servants to him.

Xie Zhen didn’t concern himself with Xiao Wan’s thoughts, as the inheritance lay before him. Xiao Wan’s talent sensing ’Evil Essence’ was no longer of any use to him.

Facing the towering Asura Tower ahead, Xie Zhen took out the Asura Order, within the Blood Fog, a thread of blood convened, manifesting on the Asura Order.

”The inheritance of the 10th Asura Tower, I must obtain it, Xie Tian, this time I will definitely surpass you,” Xie Zhen seized the Asura Order, with scorching light surging in his eyes, his figure leaping forward, directly rushing into the 10th Asura Tower.

... Ten months after the opening of the Asura Tower, Lin Mo continuously seized the power of sixty Blood Peaks within the Asura Towers, storing all these Blood Peaks into his Space Ring he neither contested for other Treasures nor coveted top inheritances. His speed and efficiency, though, were impressive, even when faced with danger, relying on the Instantaneous Secret Technique to turn peril into safety.