Jiang Siming's Momentary Killing Intent

Jiang Siming looked as if he had known this all along, and without standing on ceremony, he sat straight down in the guest seat.

"The Five Great Families you see are the only surviving fruits of the previous age of cultivation. But the Yellow Springs and the Underworld Court—no matter the era, their shadows have always been there!"

"No one dares imagine just how terrifying the foundations of these two great organizations are! Their level of mystery is something even we only half understand. Even the way they pass down their legacy is mysterious to the extreme!"

"Even though they are openly known as part of the Seven Great Factions of the Cultivation World, in truth, no one dares challenge the authority of the Yellow Springs and the Underworld Court."

"So my appearance gave you hope! The hope of truly standing at the peak of power!" Jiang Siming said with a smile.

"Correct!" Elder Qin did not hide it in the slightest, admitting it openly and frankly.

"Your appearance thirty-five years ago actually ended with the Yellow Springs and the Underworld Court compromising! That showed us hope. They are no longer as powerful as they once were! Winners become kings, losers become bandits—that truth has never changed!"

"Are you not afraid of that prophecy at all?" Jiang Siming asked, probing.

"When the Blood Calamity descends, all prosperity shall come to an end! Who knows how long those words have been passed down? Some people revere them as an Apocalypse, while even more sneer at them! If one person alone could end an entire era, wouldn't that make people like us look like useless freeloaders? So I don't believe it!" Elder Qin answered with a smile, a faint trace of disdain in his tone.

In his eyes, the Yellow Springs Underworld