When it comes to Chi, it is a special power generated after refining beast spirits. This power can make the soul stronger, greatly reducing the probability of falling when advancing. However, the requirement for a Spirit Master is to have the blood and spirit of a talented beast within the body!

There are twelve beasts on the Beast Spirit Ranking known as divine beasts. They compete fiercely with each other, devouring each other, and are extremely difficult to find. Only those who gain the approval of the divine beasts can unite as partners. By devouring other demon beasts, the strength of the soul continues to grow. However, a single body can only accommodate one Beast Spirit, and other Beast Spirits can only be devoured to make one's own Beast Spirit stronger.

Those above the Immortal rank are called divine beasts. They have transformed into human forms and are no different from ordinary people. Only strong individuals of the level of the Human Emperor can rely on their aura to distinguish them.

Yuanhui and Mengluo slowly entered the inner hall, where the atmosphere was exceptionally cold. The surrounding sculptures were all like ice sculptures. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the inner hall, they felt a powerful aura that was no weaker than the Heavenly Dao Wind.

When they reached the end of the inner hall, a dignified elder in a blue robe stood resolutely on the altar. The hall itself was already chilling, and perhaps seventy percent of this chill came from the elder's imposing pressure!

The elder opened his hand and said, "Please have a seat!"

A mat on the side slowly rose to the ground. The elder waved his hand again and two scrolls fell in front of Yuanhui and Mengluo. It was the first time for them to see such a mysterious spatial power.

The Heavenly Dao Wind whispered to Yuanhui. "This is the current Godrealm King, Wuduantian!"

What? At this moment, Yuanhui thought of the Wuduantian he had learned from the historical books and remembered the Church Elder Bureau Bai, who had a close relationship with the Wu Family.

"Bureau Bai, can you finally tell us the purpose of our visit to Imperial City this time?"

As soon as Wuduantian finished speaking, a seventy-year-old man appeared from behind the dragon pillar in the hall.

"Hehehe, Brother Wu is eager to know, perhaps it's a little too hasty."

The Bureau Family has a small territory that intersects between the four major empires. Those who can establish the strength of the Wu Family are no less powerful than them. However, the Bureau Swallow is the junior brother of the Phantom Devil in the family, and he also holds an important position in the family!

Yuanhui and Mengluo glanced at each other and slowly picked up the scroll.

"This is a high-level internal martial art for establishing a foundation. It is beneficial for stabilizing the strength in the early stages."

While picking up a teacup and drinking tea, the Bureau Swallow explained, "Internal martial arts are divided into three realms: Qi realm, Profound realm, and Void realm. The first two realms are no different from ordinary people."

The Bureau Swallow shook his head. "As for the internal martial art of the Void realm, hehe, I'm not sure, but I know that it is an internal martial art that only a genius can comprehend."

Yuanhui and Mengluo slowly understood the current situation and the entry-level of the martial arts. During this period, they found that the elder was not as cold and ruthless as he appeared. While seeking guidance, they gradually felt the coldness of the palace fade away, although it was just the palace of the Imperial City. It had the aura of a real dragon.

There is a legend in this city about a dragon. During the battle of the Heavenly Demon, when the gods fell, the Dragon God fell to this place, creating a deep abyss and with years of accumulated water, forming a pool.

It is said that the water is so deep and mysterious that it is impossible to see the bottom. However, all this is just a legend. After all, where is it so easy to find the cave of God? It is said that the previous Holy Emperor entered it but gained nothing, so the rumors gradually faded. Nevertheless, people still visit the Dragon Pool every year to pay their respects to the Dragon God and even built a temple in honor of it.

When Yuanhui and Menglu bid farewell to Wuduan Tian Da, Shu Bai specially reminded them to be cautious of evildoers, as their presence would inevitably threaten the status of some clans. Especially with the Southern Clan, this generation only produced one talent at the Seventh Level, while some couldn't even reach qualification.

Upon arriving at the Wu Family Mansion, Wu Luotian had already gathered all family members because his son Yuanhui had become an unprecedented genius in the history of the Imperial City, with talents that surpassed elite warriors.

Wu Luotian announced with joy on his face, "Through generations of efforts within our Wu family, producing a member with the potential to become the Emperor is our family's blessing."

Seeing the relieved smile on his father's face, Yuanhui couldn't help but recall that his father hadn't smiled in a long time. Over the years, amidst the fierce competition among major clans and internal disruptions within their family, it had been hard for him to find a reason to smile.

"Cough, cough!"

Before Wu Luotian could finish expressing his feelings, he was interrupted by the noisy crowd, which he found displeasing.

"Tonight's protagonist is my son - Hui'er. Please, everyone, be quiet and let Hui'er speak in front of the family!"

The father quickly handed over the right to speak to Yuanhui, who took it in his hands and said, "I have always desired to become stronger, but I have never aimed to conquer others or rule over them. It is for the ability to protect the people I love, that's all."

"Although what you said is right, in this world where it's either you die or I die, a shy personality like yours may affect your future prospects," someone remarked, and discussions among the crowd continued.

As his father and the others argued fiercely, Yuanhui grew tired of the elders. He left the Wu Family Mansion alone and arrived at the edge of the Wanlong Pool. He hoped to gain powerful strength so he could find Tong'er.

Gazing at the water's surface, he seemed to see the face of a girl with bangs covering half of her eyes and dark hair. Yuanhui felt the world quieting down in this moment, perhaps marking the beginning of his hard training ahead, or maybe it was just the pressure causing hallucinations.

The other prominent families in the Imperial City had long been monitoring him, and news of his arrival here might have reached the ears of one of those families. The emerging small families had no concern, but the old established families like the Southern Clan thought otherwise.

"Humph, this kid, hiding in the Imperial City makes it hard for me to deal with you," a dark figure muttered stealthily from behind Yuanhui in the forest.

"But ah, you insist on coming out to face your doom, hehe! Can't blame me for that," Yuanhui foolishly stared at the illusion in the Wanlong Pool, his thoughts drifting far away.

At this moment, the elder of the Southern Clan, Nanyinzi, who had been standing nearby, couldn't contain himself any longer. He leaped up, his sword Chi wildly swinging as he shouted, "You brat, your bad luck led you to this, perish!"

With a splash, the elder of the Southern Clan tumbled into the pool. Yuanhui, coming back to his senses, went to investigate the source of the sound. The elder was getting old, and his eyesight wasn't good anymore. He scratched his head, thinking he might have been imagining things due to missing Tong'er too much.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the pond, the elder Nanyinzi finally struggled to climb ashore. When he saw that Yuanhui not only hadn't noticed him but was busy with something else, Nanyinzi's nose crinkled in anger as he cursed, "This arrogant brat, watch how I drown you in this Wanlong Pool today!" (Yuanhui: You're just being silly.)

Nan Yizi carefully moved behind Yuanhui, who was completely unaware of the looming danger behind him.

At the Wujia Mansion, everyone was in chaos as they searched high and low but found no trace of Yuanhui.

"Ah!"

Wu Luotian was anxious and immediately dispatched all available personnel.

"Go find the young master quickly. It's a dangerous time, and this kid dares to go out causing trouble without knowing his place!"

Nan's family had been trying to lure Yuanhui, and now that he had come willingly, would they really let him go unharmed?

Wu Luotian's anger was so intense that he shattered the table in his rage, shocking the servants and elders present, as they had never seen the patriarch lose his temper like this before. What was supposed to be a joyous occasion had turned into one of frustration.

Members of the Meng family also joined the search for Yuanhui, while Meng Luo consoled Wu's family head at home.

"Uncle Wu, please calm down. I'll go out and search too. My brother is clever and will be fine."

Though Meng Luo said this, if Yuanhui encountered pursuers from the Nan family, he might be in trouble...

"Poof!"

With a powerful surge, Yuanhui's body flew backward, leaving a long scar on the ground as he struggled to regain his footing, blood staining his lips.

"Are you from the Nan family?"

Yuanhui steadied himself with difficulty, wiping the blood from his mouth.

"Heh!"

The old man in black no longer concealed his identity.

"Yes, I am from the Nan family. But you won't have a chance for revenge, and no one will know about this, hahaha..."

"Hmph,"

Yuanhui sneered, "You think you can keep me with just an old man like yourself?"

He slowly stepped forward, saying, "Defiance comes at a price."

Yuanhui raised his fist, a Dragon Slaying Punch!

A dark golden dragon soared into the air, stunning Nan Yizi with the young man's power.

"Ah, damn it, how is this possible?"

Nan Yizi couldn't believe the pressure brought about by a novice combatant, himself a ninth-level master, could lose to a beginner.

"Huh?"

Nan Yizi opened his eyes to find Yuanhui collapsed less than a meter away, blood spilling from his mouth.

"..."

Nan Yizi cursed in frustration, "You little brat, daring to scare me. But I must admire your courage; most would have fainted long ago."

Considering the potential traces that could be discovered if he left the young man there, Nan Yizi decided to throw him into the Thousand-Fathom Dragon Abyss where no one would ever find him.

"You, on the verge of death, should suffer less."

Feigning compassion, Nan Yizi lifted Yuanhui by his clothes, preparing to throw him into the abyss.

"You despicable villain, you will face retribution."

Yuanhui cursed Nan Yizi with his last breath.

"Heh..."

Nan Yizi shamelessly chuckled, mocking Yuanhui, "Perhaps I will face retribution, but sadly, you won't live to see it."

With that, he ruthlessly pushed Yuanhui's chest, sending him flying dozens of meters before plunging into the Thousand-Fathom Dragon Abyss.

A look of unmatched ferocity appeared on Nan Yizi's face.

"When you step into the world of crime, you must be prepared to sacrifice your life at any moment~ Hahaha!"