Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Chang'an, Tian Ce Mansion.

The night was as dark as ink, and the countless stars in the sky were dimmed by the lights of the myriad homes in Chang'an. However, within the magnificent Tian Ce Mansion, a scene completely different from the ordinary world unfolded.

On the white jade plaza in front of the Taiji Hall, a bronze cauldron standing three zhang tall was erected. This cauldron was cast overnight by Master Lu of the Shenji Camp using meteorite iron from the starry sky mixed with copper from Shoushan Mountain. The cauldron was engraved with intricate and obscure fire-gathering array patterns.

Beneath the cauldron, a pure blue flame from the earth's core steadily licked the bronze bottom; inside the cauldron, milky white broth bubbled and churned with fine bubbles, and a strange fragrance, accompanied by a faint, ethereal polar chill, spread in all directions like ripples.

The simmering pot contains the most exquisite section of dragon bone from the ancient Ice Barbarian skeleton in the far north.

Lu Xiaofeng, wrapped in his mink coat and with his hands tucked into his sleeves, squatted about three zhang away from the bronze cauldron, shivering from the cold. He rubbed his hands together while glancing at the pot of soup out of the corner of his eye, his Adam's apple bobbing uncontrollably.

"Old bug, what kind of divine skill does Brother Chen have? That Ice Dragon Bone is an ancient divine object that can even freeze the death energy of the starry sky. He just casually crushed it, threw it into a pot, added two hundred-year-old ginseng roots, and stewed it like that?" Lu Xiaofeng nudged Chu Liuxiang, who was also swallowing his saliva.

Chu Liuxiang rubbed his nose and said with a wry smile, "You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask? Since the establishment of the World Alliance, when has the Lord's method ever not been beyond reason? But the aroma of this soup... is indeed enticing. Just taking a couple of sips, I feel like the threshold of the Celestial Realm that I've been stuck at for half a year has loosened."

"Don't even think about it. That soup was a special tonic that Brother Chen made for his daughter to help her grow. For us rough men, being able to get a piece of meat stewed from a toe of a 'Bingyi' is like our ancestors were blessed."

As the two were whispering to each other, the sandalwood doors of the main hall were pushed open.

Chen Yanzhou emerged dressed in loose, dark-colored casual clothes, his hair simply tied back with a white jade hairpin, and soft-soled cloth shoes. He held a fan made of feathers from an unknown beast, waving it slowly and deliberately. He exuded no air of authority befitting a ruler of the world, but rather resembled a wealthy old man who had just finished a meal and was taking a stroll.

Huang Rong followed behind him, holding a delicate white porcelain bowl filled with half a bowl of milky white bone broth. She was chasing after the red spherical object in front of her with a helpless expression.

"Nianrong! Stop right there! This soup contains the Chaos Daoist essence that your father put in it. Only by drinking it can you be immune to all poisons. Why are you running away!" Huang Rong scolded.

The red, spherical object was none other than Xiao Nianrong. This three-year-old little devil wore a short jacket with a red background and gold patterns, and her two topknots jiggled as she ran. She rode on the back of the mutated giant wolf Wangcai, dodging left and right in the white jade square, refusing to stop.

"Mommy's lying! That water was all white and tasteless, even worse than plain water! I want roast meat! I want big crab legs!" Little Nianrong protested at the top of her lungs, slapping the wolf's head with her little hand. "Big Black, run! If we get caught, we'll be drinking dishwater tonight!"

Wangcai whimpered with remarkable understanding, its four paws moving with incredible speed, running faster than a rabbit. It knew all too well how painful its mistress's Nine Yin True Qi could be when she pinched someone.

Watching the chaotic scene unfold, Chen Yanzhou not only didn't stop it, but chuckled. He leaned lazily against the white marble railing and pointed at the big black dog with his feather fan: "Run faster, or your mistress will throw your bones into the pot to boil tonight."

Huang Rong stomped her foot in anger, then turned and glared at her husband: "You just spoil her! This is the essence of an ancient mythical beast; others would beg for a single drop, and she complains it has no flavor!"

"It's normal for a child to have a sweet tooth." Chen Yanzhou stepped forward and took the jade bowl from Huang Rong's hand with great ease, casually flicking a wisp of pure primordial fire into the bowl.

The originally tasteless milky white bone broth, upon contact with the primordial fire, emitted an irresistible, scorching aroma, with even a few golden drops of oil floating on the surface of the soup.

"Girl, come here." Chen Yanzhou said calmly, holding a bowl.

At just those two words, Wangcai, who had been running wildly around the yard, came to an abrupt halt, its four paws scraping sparks on the white jade tiles, and obediently stopped in front of Chen Yanzhou. It dared to hide from its mistress, but it wouldn't dare disobey its master even if it had ten times the courage.

Little Nianrong jumped off the wolf's back, sniffed the aroma of roasted meat, and her eyes lit up instantly. She ran over on her short legs, exclaiming, "Daddy, why does the water smell so good now?"

"Father performed a magic trick, it tastes like roast meat, want to try some?" Chen Yanzhou squatted down and handed over the bowl.

The little girl leaned closer, half-believing, then stuck out her pink little tongue and licked it. Her eyes immediately curved into two crescent moons: "Delicious! It tastes like roasted lamb leg!"

Having said that, she picked up the jade bowl, which was bigger than her face, and gulped down the entire bowl of the Ice-Yi Bone Soup, which contained terrifying spiritual energy and chaotic Daoist rhyme, in a few mouthfuls. After finishing, she let out a loud burp, wiped her mouth, and not a single drop was left.

"Look, she's already drunk it." Chen Yanzhou smiled and pinched his daughter's chubby cheeks.

Huang Rong stood aside, completely exasperated. She knew her husband had tampered with the soup, altering its flavor. Such a petty trick, defying the rules of nature, was something only he could use so casually, and he even used it to coax a child into drinking soup.

Just as the family of three was enjoying their time together, an elderly man with gray hair, dressed in a blue civil official's robe, strode across the square, carrying a thick stack of files in his hands. His face was full of worry and sorrow, as if someone owed him hundreds of thousands of taels of silver.

It was Zhang Juzheng, the Grand Secretary of the Tian Ce Mansion.

"Your Majesty! This old minister has something to report!" Before Zhang Juzheng even reached him, his voice, tinged with grief and indignation, rang out.

Chen Yanzhou's smile faded slightly. He took out a silk handkerchief to wipe Xiao Nianrong's mouth, then stood up. "Lord Zhang, tonight is a family banquet. If it's about reimbursing military expenses, we can discuss that in court tomorrow. Didn't I hand over those boxes of gold bricks I smuggled back from the Japanese treasury?"

Zhang Juzheng approached, barely catching his breath, and sighed heavily: "Your Majesty, if it were truly a matter of money, this old minister would not dare to disturb Your Majesty's enjoyment even if it meant selling everything he owned. Something terrible has happened."

He handed over the top file with both hands: "An urgent report from the Tianji Pavilion's spies half an hour ago. Chang'an City, Chang Le Fang."

Chen Yanzhou didn't take the file; he merely glanced down at the three glaring red sealing wax stripes on the cover, his tone turning cold: "Changlefang is a place where merchants gather. What, is someone rebelling there?"

"It's even more disgusting than rebellion." Zhang Juzheng lowered his voice, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. "Does Your Majesty still remember that a hundred years ago, Japan sent a large number of 'envoys to Tang China' to learn about its culture?"

"I know. Those who learn only the basics and think they have mastered the great principles of the universe end up like ninjas and Onmyoji who crawl in the gutter."

"Exactly. Among the envoys to Tang China back then, one extremely secretive bloodline remained in Chang'an. They went into hiding under assumed names, engaged in commerce for generations, and even intermarried with some families in the mainland to launder their identities. This group called themselves 'Koga Yami Yata'."

Zhang Juzheng opened the file, pointing to the densely packed, tiny characters written on it: "We originally thought that our lord had wiped out the main force of Japan in the far north and the Bohai Bay, and these remnants would have been terrified. Who knew that the current head of the 'Dark Eightfold' clan, named Hattori Tengen, had actually dug a secret passage beneath Chang Le Fang, leading directly to the protective dragon vein of Chang'an City!"

Upon hearing the words "dragon vein," Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang, who were watching the spectacle from the sidelines, also had slight changes in expression.

The Dragon Vein of Chang'an is the linchpin of the destiny of the Central Plains, and the Zhenyuan Formation of the Tian Ce Mansion is based on it. If the Dragon Vein is damaged, the destiny of the entire Central Plains martial arts world will be affected.

"Digging a tunnel? With their mediocre escape techniques, they think they can dig through my Chaos Array?" Chen Yanzhou scoffed, completely unconcerned.

"Ordinary methods wouldn't have worked. But intelligence indicates that during the battle in the Bohai Bay, they secretly sent people to the seabed to collect the fragments of those shattered starship cores, as well as..." Zhang Juzheng paused, gritting his teeth, "and the hundreds of infants they abducted from the Western Regions, all less than a hundred days old."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding temperature plummeted to freezing point without warning.

Beneath the boiling bronze cauldron, even the Earth's core flames shrank slightly, their flames forcibly suppressed.

The languid look in Chen Yanzhou's eyes vanished completely, replaced by two leaping golden-blue flames. He didn't get angry, nor did he unleash any earth-shattering aura, but his absolute ruthlessness, which regarded all things in the world as straw dogs, made Zhang Juzheng, a civil official without martial arts skills, feel his legs go weak and he almost knelt on the ground.

"They ground the remains of those starships into powder and fed it to those babies. The babies couldn't withstand the torment of the deathly aura of the stars and died in agony. Then they extracted the pure blood from the resentful hearts of these babies to corrode the array diagrams surrounding the dragon vein." Zhang Juzheng suppressed his trembling and revealed the most vicious truth.

The jade bowl in Huang Rong's hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces. As a mother herself, hearing about this cruel method used to harm a 100-day-old baby made her tremble with rage, and her eyes instantly reddened.

"Daddy." Little Nianrong sensed the oppressive atmosphere and tugged at Chen Yanzhou's sleeve with her little hand. Her big eyes were filled with confusion and anger. "Grandpa Zhang said some bad guys are bullying the baby? Are they those Japanese devils who look like orange peels?"

Chen Yanzhou lowered his head, looking into his daughter's pure eyes, and the terrifying pressure around him completely subsided.

He bent down and hugged Xiao Nianrong, rubbing his chin against her little head: "Yes, there's a bunch of rats hiding in the stinky ditch, they're itching for a fight, they're tired of living."

"Then let's burn them to a crisp! Big Black's teeth are itching!" Little Nianrong waved her chubby fist and shouted at Wangcai, "Right, Big Black!"

Wangcai let out a low growl, its black fur standing on end, and its wolf eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty ferocity.

Chen Yanzhou turned to Zhang Juzheng, his tone as calm as if he were discussing the night's events: "When do they plan to make their move?"

"Tonight at midnight. According to our spies, Hattori Tengen plans to sacrifice all the infant corpses at midnight when the yin energy is at its strongest, in order to summon their 'Amaterasu's Shadow' from Takamagahara, attempting to defile the dragon vein in one fell swoop and drag the entire city of Chang'an down with them to the sunken archipelago of Fusang."

"Midnight?" Chen Yanzhou glanced at the night sky. "There's still half an hour left. The timing is perfect; let's use it as a post-dinner digestive aid."

He placed Xiao Nianrong on the wolf's back, then turned to Huang Rong and said gently, "Rong'er, you stay in the manor. Don't let such filthy things get to you. I'll take the maid and be right back."

Huang Rong took a deep breath, calmed herself, and nodded: "Don't leave her with a whole corpse."

These four simple words reveal the ruthless decisiveness of this extraordinary woman who once dominated the martial arts world.

Chen Yanzhou smiled but said nothing more. He didn't even bring his sword; he simply put his hands behind his back and strolled out of the Taiji Hall. Xiao Nianrong rode her big black dog, following proudly beside him.

Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang exchanged a glance, not even having time to take off their fox fur coats, and hurriedly followed using their lightness skills. They knew that Chang Le Fang was destined to become a living hell tonight.

……

Chang Le Fang is one of the most bustling commercial districts in Chang'an City.

Even at night, the place remains brightly lit, with music from taverns and theaters emanating from within. However, deep within this bustling area, a secluded mansion bearing the sign "Matsushima Trading Company" is eerily silent.

On the surface, the compound appears to be just a warehouse for storing spices and silk, but in reality, the underground has already been hollowed out.

Ten feet underground, a massive six-pointed star altar emitted a faint, eerie green light. The walls surrounding the altar were covered with traditional Chinese Taoist talismans, but these talismans were all stained with dark red blood, exuding an sinister aura.

In the center of the altar, an old man dressed in a black Onmyoji hunting robe and wearing a demon mask sat cross-legged. He held a string of prayer beads made from the bones of an infant in his hand and muttered incantations.

This person was none other than Hattori Tengen, the head of the Koga Yami Yata clan.

Around the altar stood two rows of over a hundred assassins, their entire bodies shrouded in black ninja uniforms. They held their breath to a minimum, gripping poisoned ninja swords, their eyes fixed on the enormous terracotta pot in the center of the altar.

The earthenware jar was filled with a viscous black liquid, a deadly poison made from a mixture of star debris and the heart blood of a hundred infants.

"The time is almost up." Hattori Tengen stopped chanting, slowly opened his sinister eyes, and spoke in a hoarse voice, like two rusty pieces of iron rubbing together. "That Chinese devil from the Tian Ce Mansion thought he could rest easy after destroying our foundation at sea. He'll never imagine that the sharpest dagger of the Great Japanese Empire is piercing his heart!"

"The patriarch is wise! As long as the dragon vein is defiled, Chang'an City will become a dead land, and we can welcome back Amaterasu and rebuild Takamagahara!" A Jonin knelt on one knee and echoed fervently.

Hattori Tengen stood up and pulled a jet-black short blade from his sleeve. He walked to the huge pottery jar, raised the blade high, and prepared to pierce the jar and channel the filthy blood into the dragon vein array pattern below, which shimmered with a faint golden light.

"For the glory of the Great Japanese Empire—I will die for it!"

The blade, with a sharp whistling sound, plunged fiercely into the earthenware jar.

Just as the tip of the knife was less than half an inch away from the pottery jar, an extremely untimely, clear and childlike voice suddenly rang out above the silent underground palace.

"Hey! You old man with the ugly mask, what are you doing poking that big vat with a knife? Is there something delicious in it?"

Hattori Tengen was shocked. His hand holding the sword suddenly stopped, and he looked up abruptly.

The hundred-plus Koga assassins were on high alert, instantly drawing their ninja swords and staring intently at the heavy blue stone dome above them. This place was ten feet underground, surrounded by soundproofing and concealment arrays—not even a fly could get in. How could there be a little girl's voice?

"Who goes there? Show yourself!" Hattori Tengen shouted sternly.

The response he received was not a human figure, but a blinding pure golden flame.

"Boom—!"

The three-foot-thick bluestone dome, along with the dozens of defensive formations set up on it, was burned through as if it were made of paper the moment it came into contact with the ball of golden flame, turning into stone dust that rained down everywhere.

Along with the falling stone dust came a mutated giant wolf, five zhang long, its body engulfed in black ghostly fire.

The giant wolf landed, smashing four deep craters into the thick stone slab. The powerful shockwave sent more than a dozen Koga assassins flying, spitting blood and shattering their bones mid-air.

On the wolf's back, a little girl stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at them.

Xiao Nianrong sniffed, smelling the strong bloody smell and the stench of deathly aura emanating from the altar pottery jar, and her little face instantly scrunched up.

"It stinks! It stinks a hundred times worse than a pigsty! You ugly freaks, you don't even bathe, and you create this disgusting mess!" Xiao Nianrong angrily pointed at Hattori Tengen. "Big Black, bite them to death!"

"Baka! It's that little demon from the Tian Ce Mansion!" Hattori Tengen had already heard about the terror of this little monster who rode a black wolf and could breathe fire from the remnants of his party who had escaped through the Bohai Bay.

He never imagined that his secret plan would be exposed by a little girl who smashed through the ceiling and came knocking on his door.

"Kill her! Protect the altar!" Hattori Tengen roared hoarsely.

Without any hesitation, hundreds of Koga assassins rapidly formed hand seals.

"Ninja Art: Shadow Clone Technique!"

"Ninja Technique: Black Death Fang!"

In an instant, the entire underground palace was filled with shadowy figures. Hundreds of assassins conjured hundreds of clones, and countless black shuriken rained down on Xiao Nianrong and Wangcai like a storm. Each shuriken was imbued with a potent celestial poison capable of killing even a Celestial Realm expert.

"Hmph, such a trivial skill, not even worthy of tickling me."

A languid yet absolutely authoritative voice drifted down from the large hole burned through the dome.

Chen Yanzhou stood with his hands behind his back, lightly touched the air with his toes, and floated down like a weightless feather, landing next to Wangcai's head.

He didn't even glance at the barrage of poisoned darts raining down on him; he simply brought his right index and middle fingers together and casually drew a semicircle in front of him.

"Certainly."

Words become law, and laws are applied.

The sky full of black shuriken, and the assassin clones that were pouncing down from mid-air, all froze in mid-air without warning, three feet away from Chen Yanzhou and Xiao Nianrong.

Time, space, and even death energy were forcibly stripped of their right to flow at this moment by a higher-dimensional force.

Hattori Tengen watched this scene, his old face hidden behind the demon mask completely distorted, his eyes filled with undisguised despair.

"Chen...Chen Yanzhou!"

"It's me." Chen Yanzhou's lips curled into a cold smile. "I heard you intend to use the blood of those infants to defile the dragon veins of my divine land?"

He flicked his finger.

"Bang bang bang bang—!"

Those shuriken and assassin clones, frozen in mid-air, were as if struck by an invisible, massive hammer, instantly shattering into dust, not even a drop of blood falling to the ground.

The once crowded underground palace was instantly emptied of more than half, leaving only a few dozen body-bound assassins slumped on the ground, staring in terror at the man who had descended like a god.

"Girl, see that big vat?" Chen Yanzhou pointed to the earthenware jar in the center of the altar, his voice devoid of any warmth. "That's filthy stuff they boiled with the lives of little babies. Father doesn't want to touch it; it's disgusting. You deal with it."

"Okay!" When Xiao Nianrong heard that it was obtained at the cost of the baby's life, a rare seriousness appeared on her face.

She took a deep breath, her lower abdomen bulging, and faint golden-blue chaotic Dao patterns even appeared around her body.

"Ugly old man, die!"

The little girl's mouth suddenly opened.

"Whoosh—Boom!"

An extremely thick and brighter pure golden innate true fire than ever before transformed into a roaring fire dragon and crashed directly into the altar.

Hattori Tengen's eyes widened in horror. He knew the terror of this flame; it could even burn the fangs of Xiangliu to ashes.

"May Amaterasu protect our people!"

He bit his tongue hard, formed an extremely complex hand seal, and offered up all his blood and even his soul.

The altar trembled violently, and a gray-white pillar of light shot into the sky. Within the pillar, a towering, several-zhang-tall, indistinctly shaped divine figure clad in ancient Fusang divine armor emerged. This figure held a light sword radiating a dense aura of death, attempting to block the golden fire dragon.

"With just this afterimage picked up from the junkyard of space, you dare to call yourself a god?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Chen Yanzhou's eyes.

Instead of retreating, he advanced, taking a single step that traversed ten zhang of space, appearing before the so-called Amaterasu God's shadow.

Without using his inner energy or drawing his sword, Chen Yanzhou simply raised his right hand and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the underground palace, so loud it sent chills down one's spine.

The Amaterasu God Shadow, which exuded terrifying pressure and was regarded as the last trump card by the Koga School, was slapped across the face by Chen Yanzhou, and its entire illusory head exploded into countless points of light!

The divine afterimage was dissipated before it could even make a single move.

Without the protection of the divine shadow, the innate true fire moved with impunity, smashing fiercely into the pottery jar filled with filthy blood.

There was no explosion. The star-poisonous blood that was powerful enough to corrode dragon veins couldn't even withstand the extremely strong and yang Dao fire for a moment. It was directly vaporized into nothingness, disappearing completely along with the pottery jar.

"No—my grand plan! My life's work!" Hattori Tengen looked at the empty altar and completely broke down. His knees buckled and he knelt on the ground, wailing loudly.

Chen Yanzhou walked up to him and looked down at the old Japanese soldier.

"A century-long plan? The moment you insects set foot on Chang'an's territory, your lives were no longer your own."

Chen Yanzhou slowly extended his right hand, his five fingers like hooks, and directly gripped Hattori Tengen's crown.

The golden-blue chaotic true energy brutally tore through the opponent's mental defenses, forcibly searching their soul.

The piercing screams echoed through the underground palace, sending chills down the spines of all who heard them. The surviving Koga warriors were terrified and drew their ninja swords, attempting to commit seppuku.

"Want to die? Did I give you permission?"

Chen Yanzhou waved his left hand. An invisible gravitational field instantly enveloped the entire area, and all the assassins were unable to lift their wrists, being pressed firmly to the floor, making even breathing extremely difficult.

Just three breaths later, Chen Yanzhou released his right hand.

Hattori Tengen collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, blood flowing from his seven orifices, his eyes rolled back, his soul completely crushed.

Chen Yanzhou took out a silk handkerchief to wipe his hands, then casually threw it on Hattori Tengen's corpse. A spark fell and burned the corpse and the handkerchief to ashes.

"What did you find?" Lu Xiaofeng and Chu Liuxiang jumped down from the hole in the dome and asked, still shaken, looking at the corpses lying on the ground.

"A little interesting tidbit of information." Chen Yanzhou dusted off his hands, his tone still calm. "This group of Darkkin, besides corrupting the dragon veins, has also received orders from beyond the East Sea. Although I sank the main island of Fusang, their legendary 'Takamagahara Secret Realm' was not destroyed. Hidden there is the true form of a Star Mother Worm that has been sleeping for thousands of years, named 'Izanagi'."

"The true form of the Starry Sky Mother Insect?" Chu Liuxiang's expression changed. "Then this old devil..."

"He's just a messenger, trying to use the luck of this place to awaken that big worm." Chen Yanzhou sneered. "I was too lazy to go out to sea anyway, but since they insist on finding a good burial place for themselves, I'll grant their wish."

He turned to look at Xiao Nianrong, who was riding on the back of a wolf and trying to burn the spider web in the corner of the wall. The coldness in his eyes instantly turned into tenderness.

"Girl, stop playing around. This place is too dirty."

"Okay!" Xiao Nianrong obediently put away her anger, patted the big black dog's head, and said, "Big Black, these ugly monsters lying on the ground are yours now. Don't let them get away!"

Wangcai let out a ferocious howl, opened its blood-red maw, and pounced directly on the Koga assassins who were immobilized by gravity. What followed was destined to be a one-sided slaughter and tearing.

Chen Yanzhou didn't look at the bloody scene; he simply walked to Xiao Nianrong's side and hugged her.

"Daddy, we just burned that big vase, so no bad guys will bully the baby anymore?" the little girl asked in a childish voice, hugging Chen Yanzhou's neck.

"Hmm, the bad guys are gone." Chen Yanzhou rubbed his nose against his daughter's cheek. "But across the sea, there's still a huge, ugly monster sleeping. Daddy will take you to the East Sea in a few days, dig it up, and roast it to eat, okay?"

"Yay! Roasted worm!" Little Demon Ball clapped and cheered excitedly.

Lu Xiaofeng listened from the side, his lips twitching, silently mourning for the Starry Sky Mother Worm that was about to awaken.

Most people would run away from such an ancient and malevolent creature. But this father and daughter were using it as picnic food.

"Old bug, I suddenly feel that although the world is at peace now, those guys over the sea are probably going to have a worse time than hell from now on." Lu Xiaofeng stroked his beard and muttered to himself.

Chu Liuxiang nodded in deep agreement: "Who told them to mess with the wrong people? Let's go, we still need to drink Bingyi Soup when we get back, otherwise there won't even be any water left to wash the dishes."

Chen Yanzhou held his daughter and casually made a gesture in the air with one hand.

A pitch-black void rift appeared out of nowhere. Without even glancing at the remnants of the Fusang army that Wangcai had torn to pieces, he stepped into it with his wife, daughter, pet, and two followers, and went straight back to Tian Ce Mansion.

Beneath Chang Le Fang, only ashes and the pungent smell of blood remained, signifying the complete annihilation of the Koga clan's dark descendants.

Chang'an that night remained as bustling as ever, as if nothing had happened. But in the shadow of the Tian Ce Mansion, the rules of this world were completely in that man's grasp. No one dared to defy him.