The Poison Heart Medicine King—as his name suggested, how utterly venomous was this man’s heart. Rumor held that he was the most renowned, arguably the foremost, divine physician in the current age, yet simultaneously the highest-charging doctor under the heavens.

In truth, it wasn’t just the ridiculously exorbitant fees; the crucial detail was that anyone seeking his healing services, regardless of success or failure, would incur a debt of favor. And this favor, he could demand repayment whenever he pleased; the more capable one was, the more arduous the task he would demand!

The most widely circulated tale concerning this Poison Heart Medicine King involved an incident from forty years prior. The head of the Xuan Qi aristocratic family, the Yun Clan, who at the time commanded significant influence in the martial world, had his concubine gravely wounded and near death. They appealed to the Poison Heart Medicine King. After receiving a consultation fee of one million taels of silver, the Medicine King also required the Yun Clan head to promise to do one thing for him, though the nature of the task was left unspecified.

Out of devotion to his concubine, the Yun Clan head readily agreed. The concubine was saved, but the Medicine King’s request arrived two years later: he demanded the Yun Clan head assassinate a specific person. This person, however, was the direct in-law of the Yun Clan head’s own children.

How could the Yun Clan head commit such an act? If he followed through, how could he possibly retain any standing in the Jianghu? He flatly refused! The Poison Heart Medicine King merely let out a great laugh, did not press the issue, and vanished into the distance.

One day later, the Poison Heart Medicine King disseminated a decree: "Anyone who owes me a favor, regardless of who they are, has only one requirement: Exterminate the entire Yun Clan, leaving no dog or fowl alive, destroying nine generations of kin!"

The accumulations of decades by the Poison Heart Medicine King were more than just extraordinary. Those qualified enough to seek his aid were mostly masters of Xuan Gong, and predominantly those afflicted by ailments others could not cure. Their underlying resources were immense. Even the smaller fraction consisted of wealthy merchants and magnates, each possessing their own influence. When these powers converged, the resulting force was truly rare and unheard of—enough to shake the world!

The moment this decree of absolute extermination was issued, the Jianghu erupted into chaos. Within half a month, the Yun Clan, along with all its members and relatives, met violent ends! Truly, not a single dog or fowl was spared! It was said that outside the Poison Heart Valley, mounds of severed heads rose like mountains, and blood flowed for several li...

If the junior martial brothers had truly delivered them to the Poison Heart Medicine King, who knew what bizarre conditions he would impose on their Master? After all, the Master was one of the Eight Supreme Beings! His demands could hardly be petty!

But their apprehension vanished instantly, replaced by sheer, eyes-splitting fury!

Arriving at the side room, just outside the bamboo grove, Lei Wu Bei’s expression suddenly changed. “Why is there such a heavy scent of blood?” The five exchanged glances, a shared sense of dread dawning upon them. With a cry of alarm, they violently threw open the door.

Four simultaneous cries of tragic fury escaped them, and they froze instantly, stunned like wooden statues.

The scene before them ignited a rage so intense it nearly drove them mad!

Three corpses lay horribly mutilated on the bed, each chopped into several pieces. Bright red blood still pooled in the room; some areas had already coagulated, while others flowed sluggishly. The entire chamber was a crimson expanse, a sea of blood!

Lei Wu Bei’s eyes immediately flared crimson. He took a step into the room, but as he moved, his robes did not even stir, indicating that his anger had reached such an apex that he was using supreme Xuan Gong to suppress his impulse, controlling even the fabric of his clothes.

He glanced around and suddenly saw Li Youran standing motionless before a wall, his posture oddly stiff. A thought striking him, he barked, “Youran, move aside!” Li Youran managed a smile that looked uglier than a grimace and weakly whispered, “Master…”

“I told you to move aside!” Lei Wu Bei suddenly roared in a fit of violent rage, slapping Li Youran across the face with such force that the young man was sent flying across the room with a bang. Then, Lei Wu Bei’s eyes locked onto the wall, and after a moment of stunned silence, he let out a ferocious, low growl. A flush of red spread across his face, the ribbon binding his hair exploded with a pop, and countless strands of hair shot straight up into the sky, lingering there for a long time! “Waaah!”

Lei Wu Bei threw his head back and forcefully spewed forth a mouthful of scarlet blood, which instantly transformed into a mist of gore. The Supreme Being Lei let out a heart-wrenching roar: “Despicable vermin! You presume too much upon me! Whoever you are, I swear I will kill you! Annihilate your entire lineage, leaving no dog or fowl alive! If I break this oath, I, Lei Wu Bei, swear never to be a man again!!”

With that, he let out another waaah and vomited another mouthful of blood. His gaunt body swayed precariously! To drive the universally acknowledged Cold-Blooded Supreme Being to such a state meant the person who left the message possessed an unparalleled, matchless talent for provocation...

The other three, not understanding what had happened, crowded closer and saw two lines of blood-red writing scrawled crookedly on the wall, utterly devoid of form, clearly drawn with fresh blood.

The first line read: “Killed four yesterday, damn it wasn’t satisfying enough; today I’ll hack three more, but they’re all half-dead anyway—how can that be enjoyable! I’ll wait a few days to finish off the last three. If I’m still unsatisfied, it’ll be your turn, my dear Cold-Blooded Supreme Sister Wu Bei…” The second line read: “Lei Wu Bei, I’ll defile your mother, la la la…”

The three simultaneously felt the world go dark, nearly spitting blood like Lei Wu Bei! This was too much! Not only had the killer murdered the victims but had also addressed the dignified man, Lei Wu Bei, as 'Sister,' followed by outright vulgar cursing...

What an immense insult! Especially to a Supreme Being! Merely the address ‘Sister Wu Bei’ was enough to warrant an unending, mortal feud, let alone the murder committed beforehand, followed by an insult that dragged in his ancestors—the villain's depravity was simply without parallel! “Master! Be strong in your grief…” The four simultaneously knelt down worriedly, crawling forward to clutch Lei Wu Bei’s legs and weeping hysterically. “This incident clearly happened moments ago! The blood isn't even dry, and you were in a nearby room, completely unaware? Why? Someone tell me why!?”

Lei Wu Bei’s body swayed violently twice, then he suddenly erupted in a furious kick, striking out four times, sending all four disciples flying, each one spitting blood mid-air!

“Useless! Four useless wretches!” The Cold-Blooded Supreme Being, Lei Wu Bei, unleashed the most tremendous anger of his entire life at this moment. His eyes were scarlet, his expression ferocious and terrifying, looking as if he could devour someone whole!

Under the violent surge of Xuan Qi, Lei Wu Bei’s body suddenly erupted. The intense collision of auras violently blasted the entire roof upwards, high into the night sky like a vast umbrella, drifting serenely.

The surrounding walls tilted outward in four directions, but halfway down, they strangely dissolved into fine powder and vanished into the air. Outside, the vast expanse of bamboo forest was lifted into the sky root and all, as if struck by a tornado, before being shattered into pieces...

Lei Wu Bei remained motionless, but his heart was gradually calming. He had conceived of one possibility—the only plausible explanation that could account for everything!

Lei Wu Bei’s eyes were now like a deep pool of blood-red water. He drew a deep breath, slowly, deliberately, his voice carrying the venom and resentment of nine lifetimes, speaking word by word: “Chu Yi Qi Hun! I, Lei Wu Bei, from this day forward, shall be your sworn enemy!”

“I must kill you!!” Lei Wu Bei let out a long cry to the heavens, piercing and desolate like the nocturnal screech of an ancient ape. The sound of his cry thundered across the Tian Xiang City, home to millions, crashing like thunder from the nine heavens, echoing ceaselessly! Without exception, everyone in Tian Xiang City awoke from their sleep, filled with dread and unease... The Jun Residence.

Ying Bo Kong sat up, clad in his robes, frowning as he looked towards the source of the sound, complaining irritably: “Kill if you must, damn it, why are you howling twice in one night? Aren't you tired of it! You really are getting sicker the older you get! Damn your ancestors, he's even trying to suppress me now! Why is Chu Yi Hun getting dragged into this again? Is he that eager for death?” After muttering curses, he lay back down.

Jun Mo Xie, currently in his own bedroom, heard the long cry, rolled his eyes, and mumbled: “I really should have written a poem, but alas, my literary talent is quite limited, I truly cannot compose one... Old Lei, the message I left you, while perhaps lacking a bit in refinement, was certainly clear enough for an ordinary person. Why must you, a Supreme Being, be so agitated? Oh right, my message didn't mention that fellow colleague at all. Why did you drag him into this? Ah, this matter involving colleague Chu, this truly has nothing to do with this young master. It’s just that lunatic dog biting people randomly. If you feel wronged, don’t come looking for me...”

The highly contented Young Master Jun chuckled softly twice. Exhausted from a day and night of activity, he sank into a deep sleep. During this night, Young Master Jun dreamt many wonderful dreams. In one, he found himself in a hot spring, surrounded by women of unparalleled beauty, each one capable of overthrowing kingdoms—some pure, some seductive, or... and they all shared one common feature: they were completely naked, seemingly inviting him wordlessly with every glance...

Even in the dream, the great assassin Jun felt bewildered. Damn! When did I, Jun Mo Xie, start having dreams like this? The world truly is declining, and human morality is decaying! A fine young man should never be transmigrated; transmigration means indulgence, means moral decay...

Of course, if something is delivered to one’s doorstep, it would be a waste not to enjoy it. In his dream, the great assassin Jun roared like a tiger, leaped up naked, and bravely charged into the forest of blossoms, fighting fiercely, struggling hard, engaging in relentless, revolving combat, beginning his massacre in all directions... Just then, the little loli, Ke’er, tiptoeing in to cover her young master’s blankets, was startled!

On the face of her master before her, asleep, was an expression of indescribable shamelessness. This shamelessness was exactly the same smile her master often wore half a year ago, an expression that instantly made anyone who saw it feel... disgraced.

She spat lightly, embarrassed to stare at such a lewd smile. Shifting her gaze slightly downward, her small mouth opened into a perfect circle, almost letting out a sh