In a secluded courtyard in the outer city, the leader of the Black Stone Organization—the Wheel King—was grinding the remains of Rama.
It's almost done. Once Rama's remains have turned to powder, he can use it in combination with the other medicines and he will definitely regain his virility.
"I'm going to become a man. I'm about to become a real man."
King Yama was overjoyed, so excited that he almost laughed until tears streamed down his face.
Suddenly, someone arrived and interrupted his celebration.
Grandpa An has arrived.
“King Wheel-Turning, I paid you a high price to rob Rama’s remains, but you pocketed them for yourself. You have no respect for me at all. Rama’s remains are for my son, not for you. Oh, you’ve already ground them into powder? Perfect for me.”
"No, you cannot have Rama's remains."
King Yama quickly poured a pile of charred powder into a large bottle, then tried to run away with it.
Old Master An's martial arts skills were superior to his, and he knew he couldn't beat him, so the best of the thirty-six stratagems was to flee.
My only dream in this life is to become a man, and I absolutely cannot let it all fall apart at the last moment.
"Trying to run? Where do you think you're going? All your men have been killed by me, and you're no exception."
Grandpa An chased after him and used his Star-Absorbing Magic.
The suction power of the Star Absorbing Magic was even stronger than that of the Absorbing Skill. Even with his Grandmaster level cultivation, King Yama was powerless to resist and was instantly pulled back.
...
The three brothers, Shen Lian and his companion, led their men back from the Embroidered Uniform Guard headquarters, shouting, "Lord Commander!"
Lu Bing, the garrison commander of the Northern Garrison, rushed out, shouting, "What's all this fuss about? Have you caught that fat woman from Zuiyue Tower yet?"
"No, but you are probably in danger, Commander. Please come with us to a safe place."
Shen Lian and Lu Jianxing supported Lu Bing from both sides as they tried to leave.
Lu Bing broke free from the two of them and muttered, "Ah no, what are you afraid of? This is the headquarters of the Embroidered Uniform Guard. Who would dare to come here and harm me?"
Shen Lian said, "Young Master Lin said that Old Master An has returned to the capital and is likely to go on a killing spree. The An family is incredibly wealthy, with a vast fortune and numerous powerful subordinates..."
"Stop, stop! What are An Shigeng's remaining forces? Isn't Lord Qinglong leading a team to An's residence to arrest people and wipe out the remaining rebels?"
"Report!"
Suddenly, a member of the Imperial Guard stumbled and crawled over, shouting, "Something terrible has happened! Lord Qinglong is in trouble!"
"What?" Lu Bing stared wide-eyed. "Don't just say half of what you mean, explain yourself clearly."
"We went with Lord Qinglong to raid An Shigeng's house, but Old Master An suddenly returned with a large group of assassins. Lord Qinglong was no match for him and died after Old Master An drained his power."
"What? Qinglong is dead?" Governor Lu Bing was dumbfounded.
Shen Lian murmured, "Young Master Lin is right. He is right. Lord Qinglong has indeed met with misfortune."
Lu Jianxing also said, "We owe Young Master Lin a favor."
The low-ranking Jinyiwei guard said fearfully, "They're coming! Master An's men are going to attack the Jinyiwei headquarters. There are more than a dozen Grandmaster-level experts among them. What are we going to do, Commander?"
"Oh, you're asking me? I don't know either." Lu Bing was dumbfounded.
Shen Lian hurriedly took Lu Bing away, saying, "Let's get to a safe place first."
Jin Yichuan rushed to the prison, saying, "You guys go first, I'll go rescue my senior brother."
Before long, more than 300 assassins from the An family stormed into the Jinyiwei gate, and shouts of killing immediately filled the air.
The Six Doors had also suffered a great loss long ago. Apart from Ji Yaohua, almost all the experts above the Grandmaster level were wiped out, their inner strength drained by Old Master An.
Grandpa An was very busy, going here to kill people one minute and there the next, even personally going to retrieve the remains of Rama.
These back-and-forth maneuvers threw the capital into chaos.
In less than half a day, the capital was in chaos.
Besides Old Master An, there was another person causing trouble—the Iron-Blooded Marquis.
Zhu ignored the power of Guihai Yidao, Cao Zhengchun, and the Four Ghosts of Xiangxi, but he was still not satisfied.
After leaving the Eastern Depot, they absorbed everything in their path, causing the Eastern Depot to lose most of its top experts wherever they went.
Even Cao Zhengchun's eight top masters died tragically, their bodies drained of their life force.
Zhu Wushi wanted to return to the Dragon Guardian Manor to absorb all the power of the Thirty-Six Heavenly Generals and Seventy-Two Earthly Fiends.
Being near the water tower gives you an advantage; you must rely on yourself, as you can't depend on your subordinates.
If I relied on them, I would have died a hundred or a thousand times over.
Grandpa An returned to his secret base with the powder from Luo Mo's remains, and had Ji Yaohua boil the powder into a soup to feed An Shigeng.
Can the dead son be resurrected?
Even Grandpa An didn't know, but he figured he might as well try anything.
The legends surrounding Rama's remains are so mysterious; hopefully, they'll have some effect.
He had other important business to attend to; he planned to go to the Divine Marquis's Mansion to absorb the internal energy of several divine constables, including Leng Lingqi, and even Zhuge Zhengwo.
"Lin Bufan, you killed my son. Once I've absorbed all the internal energy of the masters and broken through to the Earth Realm, I'll make you pay with your life."
Achoo!
At the An residence, Lin Bufan sneezed. "Who's cursing me?"
"It wasn't me," Wuqing immediately retorted from behind.
She cursed at Zuiyue Tower, but she's not cursing now.
Little Dragon Girl replied earnestly, "Bufan, you know me. I don't even know how to swear."
Zhou Zhiruo looked at Wuqing, then at Xiaolongnu, and finally at Lin Bufan: "Young Master, you know me. I won't use foul language for no reason."
Zhao Min said with a wicked smile, "Lin Bufan, you know me. If it were me who said it, I wouldn't be cursing you, but your ancestors for eighteen generations."
"Sigh." Lin Bufan shook his head. "One sneeze and you all are all on edge. It must be Old Master An who's scolding me, or it must be Iron-Blooded Marquis."
The group searched the An residence but found neither An Shigeng nor Ji Yaohua, nor any remaining forces of the old master An. Instead, they found a pile of Jinyiwei corpses.
Among them, Qinglong died with his eyes wide open in discontent, and for the time being, no one has come to collect his body.
"Qinglong is dead too."
Wuqing exclaimed in surprise, "Zhang Renfeng, several top experts from the Black Stone Organization, Qinglong, and the Embroidered Uniform Guard—their deaths all share a strikingly similar pattern: their internal energy was completely drained. It seems..."
"That sounds like my style?" Lin Bufan replied.
Wuqing lowered her head and whispered, "That's not what I meant, but who would absorb internal energy?"
"Iron-Blooded Marquis, or Old Master An."
Lin Bufan suddenly exclaimed, "Wuqing, if this trend continues, your Divine Marquis's Mansion is in danger."
Her beautiful, emotionless eyes widened, and she sensed something was wrong. She frantically pushed the wheelchair back to the Divine Marquis's Mansion...
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