Starting as a Grandmaster, all of my cultivation techniques are at max level.

Fengyuan Prefecture, Pingyang County.

The Hall of Wrathful Souls.

This once dominant force in Pingyang County has long lost its former glory.

Outside the mountain gate, most of the disciples who used to patrol day and night were gone, and from a distance, the entire sect seemed to exude a sense of desolation.

Since the new Palace Master, Gui Shu, fell into Xia Jin's hands, the Wrathful Soul Palace seemed to have lost its former sharpness, and has been guarding Pingyang County ever since, no longer daring to extend its tentacles to the four neighboring counties.

Those forces that were once suppressed by them are now beginning to outwardly comply but inwardly defy them.

Fortunately, although the Hall of Wrathful Souls was severely weakened, it was still a force to be reckoned with. Most of the forces in Pingyang County did not dare to openly provoke it, but were secretly waiting for this dying beast to fall completely.

The current acting hall master of the Wrathful Soul Hall is the only remaining Second Elder, Fu Sandao.

Fu Sandao's cultivation was only at the ninth level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, making him only of average strength among the original elders of the Wrathful Soul Hall. However, his greatest skill was his ability to endure.

When the new Palace Master, Gui Shu, ascended to the throne, he massacred the entire upper echelons of the Wrathful Soul Palace. Fu Sandao immediately knelt down and submitted, showing more loyalty than anyone else. Those who were unwilling to submit, or whose submission was not thorough enough, were all purged by Gui Shu.

Fu Sandao, however, survived that bloody storm thanks to his "pragmatism".

Later, in the conflict between the Hall of Wrathful Souls and the Thirteen Bandits, the Hall of Wrathful Souls suffered heavy losses of its core forces. Those elders who had once disliked him were either killed in battle or...

The Second Elder's lineage, which had always kept a low profile, emerged as the ultimate winner.

The entire Hall of Wrathful Souls is now under the control of Fu Sandao, the former Second Elder.

Inside the main hall of the sect, however, there was an unusually lively atmosphere.

On both sides of the main hall, several tables were placed, piled high with fine wine and delicacies.

Several of his trusted confidants, all at the seventh level of the Dragon Transformation Realm, wore obsequious smiles and frequently raised their cups to toast the person at the head of the table.

At the very top of the main hall, on the throne that symbolized the supreme power of the Hall of Wrathful Souls, Fu Sandao was leaning back in a wide chair, looking languid.

Two alluring beauties were nestled in his arms, one on each side.

The woman on the left, dressed in a green dress, held a crystal-clear grape between her slender fingers and carefully brought it to Fu Sandao's lips. The woman on the right, dressed in red, held a jade pot and slowly poured warmed wine into his mouth.

"Your Highness, are these grapes still sweet?" the woman in the green dress asked sweetly.

Fu Sandao took the grapes, chewed them a couple of times, nodded in satisfaction, and pinched her waist: "Sweet, but not as sweet as you."

The woman in the green dress blushed instantly and nestled coquettishly into his arms.

The woman in red was not to be outdone. She brought the wine cup to his lips and said softly, "Your Highness, this wine was specially warmed for you. Please try it."

Fu Sandao lowered his head, took a sip of his drink, laughed heartily, and reached out to pull both women into his arms, embracing them on either side, thoroughly enjoying himself.

He squinted at his confidants below the hall, who were all so respectful to him, and a sense of unprecedented satisfaction welled up inside him.

Just a few months ago, he was nothing more than an unpopular second elder.

The new temple master, Gui Shu, looked down on him from the bottom of his heart, and Gui Shu's confidant, Elder Wu, also didn't take him seriously.

But now?

Gui Shu is dead, Elder Wu is dead, and all those who once rode on his head are dead.

And Fu Sandao, he took the position of the hall master and became the master of the Wrathful Soul Hall.

"Hmph!! Didn't expect that, did you! In this Mirage Realm, showing off for a moment means nothing. Only those who live the longest are the ultimate winners!!"

Fu Sandao's face was full of pride. Now that he controlled the Wrathful Soul Palace, he could decide all the resources here. He was confident that he could successfully break through to the Great Power Realm within twenty years!

At that time, in Pingyang County, the Hall of Wrathful Souls will still be the undisputed overlord, and Fu Sandao will be the king of Pingyang County!

Thinking of this, Fu Sandao's smile deepened, and he picked up the wine glass in front of him and drank it all in one gulp.

"Palace Master Fu is truly wise and powerful; he is a blessing to our Wrathful Soul Palace!"

Below, a middle-aged man with a goatee stood up, raised his cup with both hands, and toasted Fu Sandao with a smile, "This subordinate toasts the Palace Master!"

Fu Sandao waved his hand and laughed, "Old Liu, you really know how to talk."

"Lord, I speak only from the heart!" the middle-aged man said solemnly. "I believe that under your leadership, the Hall of Wrathful Souls will surely become more and more glorious, surpassing its former glory in the near future!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" On the other side, a burly man stood up, grinning widely, and said, "Our Palace Master is a man of great talent and ambition. In the future, our Wrathful Soul Palace will surely flatten the entire Fengyuan Prefecture and become its overlord!"

"Alright, alright," Fu Sandao picked up his wine cup, his gaze sweeping over the crowd below, a hint of smugness in his eyes. "You lot, your strength hasn't improved, but your flattery skills have certainly picked up. Come, let me toast you all. The Wrathful Soul Palace will need your support in the future!"

"You're too kind, Your Highness!"

"Your subordinate is willing to die for your Lordship!"

"Lord Temple, let's do it!"

Everyone raised their glasses and drank them down in one gulp.

Laughter and cheers filled the hall, as if the Hall of Wrathful Souls had never experienced the previous setbacks and was instead heading towards an even more glorious future.

Fu Sandao put down his wine glass, leaned back in his chair, and gently stroked the beautiful woman's shoulder beside him with one hand, his gaze somewhat unfocused.

Twenty years...

No, perhaps it won't take more than twenty years.

He then entered the Great Power Realm.

Just as he was immersed in his wonderful vision of the future, a voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

"Oh dear, a bunch of guys who can't even touch the threshold of the Great Power Realm, you're having quite a bit of fun by yourselves."

"Who?" Fu Sandao's face, which had been flushed with wine, suddenly changed.

Even he, a ninth-level Dragon Transformation Realm cultivator, couldn't detect the newcomer's aura.

How is this possible?!

Fu Sandao suddenly sat up straight. The two women in his arms were startled by his sudden movement and screamed. They hurriedly got off him and hid to the side.

Before he could react, a tremendous force struck out of nowhere.

Fu Sandao felt as if a mountain had crashed into his back, and he was forcefully thrown off his position as sect leader by that force.

"Bang!"

Fu Sandao fell heavily to the bottom of the steps of the main hall, and the music playing in the hall came to an abrupt end.

Those trusted followers at the seventh level of the Dragon Transformation Realm changed their expressions drastically. They all stood up with a "whoosh," their spiritual power surging wildly, their eyes fixed on the sect leader's seat above the main hall.

There, without anyone noticing, two more people had appeared.

A handsome man dressed in a black robe with purple hair was leaning lazily against the throne of the temple master.

He was also holding a voluptuous and alluring woman in his arms.

Indeed, the visitors were Xia Jin and Zhou Suxin, who came from the Glazed Sword Sect.

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.

Fu Sandao's confidants looked at the two figures above, then at Fu Sandao, who had fallen to the bottom of the steps in a disheveled state, their eyes filled with shock and fear.

Fu Sandao got up from the ground, his face ashen, but he dared not make a move.

The newcomer's strength is definitely far superior to his.

Fu Sandao took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. "Who are you? My Wrathful Soul Palace should never have offended you!"

Xia Jin ignored the other person, only looked down at Zhou Suxin in her arms, and reached out to tidy up the hair at her temples that had been messed up by the wind.

"Are you the current Lord of the Hall of Wrathful Souls?"