A long boat drifted smoothly along the gentle current, its hull cutting through the water with a soft whoosh. 0

Beneath the canopy, a young man dressed in black robes sat quietly, blade strapped at his side. His posture was calm and composed, sleeves resting neatly at his sides, and a measured serenity showed in his gaze.0

“Morning, Young Master Li,” the boatman greeted him obsequiously, dipping his head as he worked the bamboo pole to steer them forward. Hidden in his tone, however, was the faintest hint of condescension.1

Everyone knew Li Yuan was the direct disciple of the famed Senior Li, rumored to be chosen because of his extreme caution. 0

On his very first day at the black market, he’d supposedly taken ill and returned home, dodging an assassination attempt by the Wei Family. Meanwhile, his unfortunate partner, Wen Xiaoqiao, had not been so lucky.0

Word on the street was that Senior Li, feeling the weight of old age, had been eager to pass down his legacy. And so, thanks to Li Yuan’s caution—or perhaps just sheer luck—this young man had earned the title of Young Master Li. 0

According to many in the Blood Blade Sect, though, he was just a rather average ninth rank martial artist who preferred...0