The Kingdom of Chen.
It lay southwest of the Kingdom of Wu.
With many mountains and little farmland, and relatively thin spiritual energy, it had always been a place where cultivation forces held little prominence.
The Lu Household of Shiling Fort had entrenched itself here for generations.
Originally, it had merely been an unremarkable small cultivation Lineage.
Its strongest members had only reached the late stage of Qi Refining, hardly enough to rank in the Kingdom of Chen's cultivation world.
Yet, over the past half year.
The Lu Household had risen out of nowhere.
Not only had members of the Lineage broken through to Foundation Establishment one after another, but the remaining disciples had also generally made great gains in cultivation.
Their conduct had changed from their former caution and restraint to overbearing ostentation.
They had successively annexed several neighboring small Lineages that refused to submit, using iron-fisted, bloody methods.
The Kingdom of Chen's cultivation world had been thrown into a panic, yet no one dared voice their anger.
On this day.
An inconspicuous streak of azure flight light swept across the Kingdom of Chen's border.
It silently descended onto the summit of a barren mountain dozens of li outside Shiling Fort.
The light faded, revealing Xu Xuan.
He still wore azure robes, his aura drawn inward, just like a mortal.
Only his deep eyes, occasionally flashing with keen light as they opened and closed, revealed anything extraordinary.
He did not hurry toward Shiling Fort, instead standing on the summit with his hands behind his back.
His powerful spiritual sense spread slowly toward Shiling Fort like a tide.
A moment later, he withdrew his spiritual sense, a glimmer of understanding flashing through his eyes.
"Just as expected."
"Their auras are violent, their blood energy fills the sky, yet it is