In a perfect world, you start by relying on your own strength.

The silver wolf phantom treads on the air with its four hooves, its sharp claws tearing through the air, and its cold light shines straight at Shi Gen's face.

Shi Geng took a step, his body shifting to the side as if taking a leisurely stroll. At the same time, he flicked his fingers, and several solid streams of blood energy burst out of the air.

Several crisp bangs rang out in succession, and the silver wolf phantom was repeatedly injured, its body swaying incessantly, and its light visibly thinning.

Yutian's blood and qi surged violently, a sweet taste rose in his throat, and he almost vomited blood.

His painstakingly cultivated Silver Wolf Technique was suppressed one after another, and his pride completely collapsed, leaving him only with a heart full of fear.

"Who exactly are you?" His voice trembled, and his clenched hands shook uncontrollably.

Shi Geng walked forward slowly, his aura stagnant and unwavering, as steady as a mountain. His tone was indifferent: "You are not worthy to know."

Little White pawed the ground lightly, letting out a low growl, its immense beastly might spreading outwards. Yu Tian was firmly locked in place by this aura, his limbs stiff and numb, his fighting spirit vanished, and he subconsciously retreated.

The surrounding onlookers held their breath, their gazes towards Shi Geng filled with awe.

Yu Tian's face turned deathly pale, but he forced a stern voice and declared, "Don't be so smug! The Yu family will not let this go!"

Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashed in Shi Geng's eyes, and in a flash, he was in front of Yu Tian.

Yutian's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly shouted, his voice trembling with fear, "What do you want to do? I'm warning you, I am..."

The conversation abruptly stopped. Shi Geng knew that failing to nip the problem in the bud would inevitably lead to future troubles. The other party was bullying him and making threats; he would not allow himself to be entangled in trouble.

Before Yutian could utter another word, Shi Geng raised his hand with lightning speed, his palm striking precisely on Yutian's head. A powerful force instantly invaded his mind, causing Yutian's body to stiffen abruptly, and the silver wolf phantom behind him vanished into thin air.

The people on the street were stunned when they saw this, and then their faces turned pale and they exclaimed in surprise.

"He's...dead? This is truly a catastrophe!"

"Yutian is a direct descendant of the Yu family. With this turn of events, the Yu family will surely be furious. Our Chongyun Town will likely be in turmoil!"

"This young man has caused a terrible disaster! Everyone scatter! If the Yu family's forces arrive, we'll all be implicated!"

The crowd was terrified and scattered in all directions, leaving the entire street deserted in an instant.

Shi Geng's expression was cold. He glanced indifferently at Yu Tian's corpse and ignored it. He turned to call to Xiao Bai, then turned and walked away. Shi Geng's figure cast a long, slanted shadow in the empty streets. Xiao Bai followed at his feet, its nose lightly inhaling the lingering smell of blood in the air.

The street, which was just a moment ago crowded with people, is now only filled with the wind swirling around scraps of paper, and even the lanterns under the eaves are swaying listlessly.

He walked unhurriedly, as if he had just crushed not the life of a direct descendant of the Yu family, but merely stepped on an insect blocking his way.

As he rounded the street corner, an old woman in grey suddenly darted out from the side, clutching an oil paper package and shoving it into Shi Geng's arms: "My benefactor, you've gotten yourself into big trouble! Hurry up and leave! The Yu family's people are coming soon!"

Her thin hands trembled violently. Inside the oil paper package were two still-warm sesame cakes. "My son was... was killed by them..." Before she could finish speaking, she staggered and disappeared into the alley next to her.

Shi Geng held the oil paper package in his hand, his fingertips touching the warmth of the pastry. He looked up at the alley entrance, where the sound of horses' hooves grew closer, and even the ground was trembling slightly.

Suddenly, Xiao Bai arched its back and bared its sharp teeth at the alley entrance—where three black-armored cavalrymen were reining in their horses, the white breath from their snorts condensing into mist in the twilight.

The lead knight dismounted, his black iron boots clattering heavily on the flagstones. He removed his visor, revealing a face with a scar running across his left cheek. His gaze swept over the oil paper package in Shi Geng's arms, then landed on the little white dog at his feet: "You killed a direct descendant of my Yu family, and you think you can just walk away?"

Shi Geng didn't speak, but stuffed the oil paper package into his pocket. The aroma of sesame cakes mixed with the smell of blood wafted in the air.

He reached out and patted Little White's head. The little beast immediately quieted down, squatted down at his feet, and stared intently at the iron cavalry opposite him with its amber eyes.

"Leave no survivors." Scarface waved his hand, and two iron-clad riders behind him immediately drew their curved swords from their waists. The blades gleamed coldly in the twilight, and the edges were still stained with undried blood—clearly, they had just dealt with the "disobedient" men.

Shi Geng suddenly laughed. When he laughed, the fine lines at the corners of his eyes would slightly lift, like ripples spreading across a cold pool. But the smile didn't reach his eyes; instead, it made the iron cavalry opposite him instinctively tighten their grip on their sword hilts.

"People of the Yu family," Shi Geng spoke calmly, his voice not loud, yet clearly echoing through the streets, "are you all in such a hurry to come and die?"

As soon as he finished speaking, an extraordinary phenomenon occurred around him. A bright moon hung behind him, and its radiant light transformed into thousands of sharp blades that fell from the sky, their chilling sharpness spreading in all directions.

Upon seeing this, the arriving guards of the Yu family halted in their tracks, their faces filled with fear, and instinctively raised their hands to block.

The moment the silvery light cascaded down like a waterfall, the air along the entire long street froze into ice. The moon behind Shi Geng slowly rotated, each ray of light condensing into a blade of light about an inch long. Upon closer inspection, one could see the veins of laurel leaves flowing along the edge of the blade—the shadows of fallen leaves from the laurel tree in the Moon Palace, imbued with the eternal chill of the Moon Star.

The guard in the front row had just raised his scimitar when the blade grazed past his ear. A strand of black hair fell silently from his temple, the tip of which condensed into frost, shattering into ice crystals upon landing.

He stood frozen in place, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end—if he had been half an inch higher, his throat bone would have shattered.

"Retreat!" the deputy commander roared as he retreated, his iron boots scraping sparks on the bluestone slabs. But the net of blades had already covered the entire street. He had only taken three steps back when the black armor on his left shoulder cracked open with a spiderweb pattern, and frost seeped into his flesh along the cracks, causing him to lose consciousness instantly.

A young guard, defiant of the odds, swung his blade at the sword light hanging before him. The instant the curved blade touched the moonlight, its blade gleamed with a glassy sheen, then began to crumble inch by inch from the tip, turning into countless ice crystals that fell in a flurry.

Shi Geng smiled disdainfully, and the moon trembled. The countless blades of light suddenly converged, transforming into nine moonlight chains that jingled and bound the guards who were still able to stand.

The moment the chains touched flesh, frost spread along the meridians to the heart, freezing the person into an ice sculpture in just a few breaths. Only the gradually dimming eyes reflected the receding figures of the man and the beast.

Shi Geng flipped over and straddled Xiao Bai's back. Xiao Bai let out a low whistle, its four hooves dug shallow pits in the ground, and suddenly it transformed into a white arrow that shot towards the city gate.

The soldiers guarding the city had just heard the whooshing sound when they looked up and saw a white light flash by. The copper bells on the gate tower jingled. When they rubbed their eyes and looked again, all that remained of the city gate was a trail of smoke and dust fading into the distance, mixed with the mist of twilight, like clouds split open by moonlight.

"Was that... a unicorn?" The young soldier gripped his spear tightly, the tip still trembling. The veteran slapped him on the back of the head: "Unicorn my foot! That was a jinx! I heard a kid with a unicorn killed people from the Rain Mansion. We'd better not get involved and just pretend we didn't see it."

Little White galloped across the wilderness, its four hooves landing silently, with only the whistling of the wind in its ears. Shi Gen, lying on its back, could feel the rise and fall of the little beast's back muscles, like being close to a warm cloud.

He pulled out a packet of oil paper from his pocket; the sesame cake was still warm. He broke off half and stuffed it into Little White's mouth. The little beast chewed as it ran, its tail merrily brushing against his calf.

As we rounded the mountain pass, a whooshing sound suddenly came from the sky. Three giant eagles with wingspans of over ten feet were swooping down, their iron talons scraping through the pass and kicking up stones.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group sat upright on the eagle's back, his dark green outfit fluttering in the wind.