Kill! Kill! Kill! Dongfang Bai's consciousness was still stuck in the bloody battles of the Immortal Realm. His eyelids were trembling slightly, drenched in cold sweat and he suddenly sat up.

Where... where am I? Dongfang Bai woke up to find himself lying on a soft, large bed. The bed was luxuriously decorated with brocades and damasks. The room was elegantly opulent.

How strange! This place is not the Immortal Realm. Where in the world am I? Ah! My head hurts so much!

Dongfang Bai writhed and struggled on the bed, veins pulsating on his forehead, he tightly clutched the gorgeously soft bedsheet, gritting his teeth in endurance. A countless number of fragmented images flashed through his mind, it threatened to explode into chaos.

Zhengyang Continent! Shattered Sun Empire! Son of a Marshal! An infamous playboy! Dongfang Bai!

After a long while, Dongfang Bai exhaled a sigh of relief as he carefully filtered out the unbelievable realities pouring into his mind. With a bitter smile, he had to admit that he had crossed through dimensions, from the boundless Immortal Realm to an alternate world. Moreover, he found himself in the body of an uneducated, thief-like playboy who harasses respectable women.

Furthermore, this rascal died on a woman's belly in the city's most renowned brothel, the Wanhua Tower.

As a respected pill master of the Immortal Realm, a prodigious alchemist with exceptional talent, he never expected to end up in such a pathetic situation. It was laughably tragic, a barely comprehensible twist of fate.

If it weren't for a drop of his lifeblood accidentally dripping onto the Chaos Pearl before his demise, revealing its mysteries as a result of serendipitous coincidence, he would be forever trapped. Immortal Realm! I swear I will return one day!

In the sea of his consciousness, a golden bead slowly hung in the air, emanating clusters of purple mist-like spiritual energy. The interior of the Chaos Pearl is unimaginably amazing. There were towering palaces, shocking and majestic, and their imposing aura was awe-striking. The spiritual energy was so thick that it had even formed a pool of spiritual water. Drinking a mouthful could extend his lifespan by a hundred years and accelerate the growth of his spiritual power.

Etched onto the nine great pillars of the palace was a profound heavenly script; Chaos Decree. This supreme skill was infinitely profound and boundless, with nine levels. It was far superior to the Danxin Slaughter Sky Decree that he cultivated in his past life, stronger by a hundred, even a thousand times. The two were incomparable, as different as heaven and earth.

I've struck gold! The Chaos Pearl, a treasure of both heaven and earth, a blessing in disguise!

Right! Is my Nine Dragon Storage Ring still here? In my past life, in order to make my treasure more concealed and secure, I went through numerous refining processes, even using forbidden techniques to integrate my soul into it.

The storage ring of a pill master could hold unimaginable treasures. Heavenly resources, divine pill furnaces, and countless pills refined in his previous life.

Good, good! The soul is intact, the ring is still preserved in my soul. Dongfang Bai let out a sigh of relief and, with a single thought, the ring returned to his right index finger.

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"Bai Dasha, come out! We're calling out for drinks!" At this moment, a voice as raucous as a broken gong rang out, gratingly harsh to the ears.

Dongfang Bai furrowed his sword-like eyebrows in memory, and a bitter smile emerged on his fair and handsome face. The newcomer, named Ximen XX, was the best partner of the previous owner during his lifetime, and one of the three main wastrels in the capital city. Of course, when it came to being a prodigal, Dongfang Bai was the top of the list.

There was something else Dongfang Bai was absolutely certain of: the previous owner had not died a natural death, but was poisoned. This poison was insidious and vicious, highly hidden, and typically didn't manifest under normal circumstances. It was only when the victim was intimate with a woman that the poison's effects were displayed, the toxicity reaching the heart and causing a silent death.

"Keep it down, will you? You're disturbing my sleep," Dongfang Bai rudely retorted, cursing.

Since the previous owner was a rich, debauched young man, it was necessary to play the part well to avoid arousing suspicion. Who doesn't know how to play a wastrel? Wandering around, swearing—just act as you wish.

"Sleeping? Quickly get up! Are you sleeping with your little Xiner?" Ximen XX's tone changed, full of innuendo.

"Creeeak!" The door opened and Dongfang Bai staggered out.

With a complexion as beautiful as jade, his eyebrows extended into his temples, a folding fan in his hand. His hairpin atop his head seemed not quite straight, a strand of hair naturally fell on the right side of his face. His splayed walking style, known as duck footed, was noticeable. The entire persona embodied the essence of frivolity and flamboyance.

While Dongfang Bai had some recollections about Ximen XX, seeing him in person was still a shock.

Damn! What the hell is this? Ugly! Super ugly!

Ximen XX had a gourd-shaped face, narrow on top, wide on the bottom, with mismatched eyes, one large and one small, one monolid, the other double. His nose was flat, looking like it was lying on his face, with fat lips and sparse teeth. The only commendable feature about him was his physique, not too fat, and not too thin, just right.

Based solely on appearance, if he's not a wastrel, then who is? He just didn't look like a good guy. If it hadn't been for the Ximen's family status as one of the five major families, and his grandfather being an influential elder in this era, this guy probably would have been beaten to death as soon as he stepped out, as it was just too damaging to the empire's image.

"Well, the noble young master XX does stand out, going about with two followers by your side at all times, really showing off your dominating aura." Dongfang Bai spoke sarcastically, his eyes inadvertently sweeping over the follower dressed in red on the left.

The moment Dongfang Bai appeared, the follower's eyes shot out an incredulous look, his body shivered as he lowered his head in agreement, and didn't dare to lift it for a while.

Something's not right, totally not right!

"Master Bai, don't mock me. The two attendants were arranged by my grandfather. He knows I'm a troublemaker and fears I might stir up significant trouble and get beaten to death," Western Gate Teaser chuckled shamelessly.

"Teaser, remember the last time we drank at Wanhua Tower? This attendant of yours was not very correct," Eastern Direction Bai patted the attendant standing on his left.

"What happened?" Western Gate Teaser was surprised, incomprehension filling his large and small eyes.

Eastern Direction Bai carefully watched every movement of Western Gate Teaser, including every tiny gaze, and was relatively sure that Teaser was oblivious.

"Don’t you know what your attendant has done? This guy secretly spiked my drink. I initially thought you instructed him to apply an aphrodisiac for a cheerful encounter afterwards. To my surprise, it turned out to be a laxative, causing me to faint from dehydration in Wanhua Tower," Eastern Direction Bai half joked, slanting his eyes at Western Gate Teaser, "It wasn’t your doing?"

"Master Bai, I'm being wronged! How dare I give you a laxative? I assure you I did not instruct him," Western Gate Teaser lamented, and turned his burning gaze towards the servant, "Have you spiked Master Bai's drink?"

"No... No!” The servant replied, trembling.

"Slap!" Eastern Direction Bai slapped him without a second word—"Won't confess, you think I didn't see it?”

The servant, seeing his deception exposed, decides to go all in. His fists, full of profound energy, quickly aimed at Eastern Direction Bai's chest. The punch was so fast that it seemed to tear the air apart.

Eastern Direction Bai, a wastrel with mere Grade-3 profound energy, is an easy target to be taken down in an instant. The attendant thought he could escape after accomplishing this.

The attendant seemed to see the scene where Eastern Direction Bai was hit by a fist, spat blood, and fell to the ground dead. His eyes were full of contempt and ridicule.

Eastern Direction Bai seemed unaffected, a nonchalant expression. In his previous life as the supreme emperor of pill, he had experienced countless wars and fights. Such minor incidents were trivial for him. He skillfully dodged the critical strike with a beautiful turn. With two fingers as sharp as a sword, he pointed directly at the attendant's acupoint.

The attendant retreated three steps, vomited a mouthful of blood, and his eyes flashed with incredible astonishment.

All of it happened in the blink of an eye.

Ximen XX sat nearby, his mouth wide open, as if he had just witnessed the most baffling scene in history. His expression was momentarily vacant.

When had Young Master Bai improved so much? Was this the same chief of the bullshitters who used to be good-for-nothing?

Am I dreaming? These two bodyguards, set by my grandfather to protect me, had reached the Silver Profound Realm, and yet they were just defeated by Dongfang Bai?

Suddenly, Ximen XX felt a strange sense of unfamiliarity towards Dongfang Bai.

The follower, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth, tried to flee, aware that any further delay might alarm those in the Marshal's Mansion and cost his life!

"Ah! The Young Master Bai ran away, kill him quickly!" Ximen XX shouted.

Instead of going after him, Dongfang Bai had a significant smile on his lips.

"Thud!" The man had barely reached the courtyard gate before collapsing, and then he started howling like a tortured ghost: "Itchy! Ah! I'm dying of itchiness, haha...I can't stand it..."

"Wow! What happened? Is Heaven punishing this wicked bastard?" As both of them approached, Ximen XX scratched his head, then turned to look at Dongfang Bai at his side.

“Don’t look at me, I have no clue what’s going on,” Dongfang Bai responded with an innocent shrug.

Really? Looking at the attendant's condition, he must have been poisoned by 'Extremely itchy poison'. A Dan Emperor not only has unparalleled skills in alchemy, but he is also highly knowledgeable about the properties of medicinal herbs. Such poison was subtly inflicted by a seemingly casual pat on the shoulder.

"Speak! Who is behind the plot to poison me?" Dongfang Bai asked coldly, his eyes filled with mockery.

"You better confess quickly who sent you to poison Young Master Bai; don’t let me take the fall," Ximen XX, befitting his reputation as the big chief, kicked the servant's face relentlessly, "Speak! Are you going to speak? Speak quickly!"

How could anyone possibly speak when being repeatedly kicked in the face?

"I will tell! I will! But please, before then, I beg you to grant this servant something, haha.... After I confessed, please allow me a quick death."

"Absolutely!"

"Speak!"

"It was Meng Youde who gave me a hundred taels of gold and ordered me to do it." The attendant said laughing, his face distorted in an unnatural smile, and his face was flushed.

"Meng Youde?" Dongfang Bai lowered his head and pondered for a moment, his eyes revealing a sharp glint when he lifted his head, "You're lying! I have no grudges against that little scum of the Meng family, why on earth would he want to harm me? You are still not honest now, might as well die from laughter."

"No, hahaha... indeed, it's Meng Youde who ordered me, how could I dare to deceive you both."

Meng Youde! The son of the Minister of Revenue, Dongfang Bai has very little impression of him. Usually, there's hardly any contact between them, and almost no conflicts to speak of. But why would he want to poison me? Are there others behind the scenes?

"Now that I have confessed everything, it's so itchy. Please, both of you end my misery."

"Isn't death too lenient for you? Enjoy the feeling thoroughly first." Dongfang Bai casually smiled, brandishing the folding fan in his hand.

"Master Bai is right, itch to death you bastard, you almost framed me, damn!" Ximen Cha suddenly said indignantly, turning around and grinning, "Master Bai, when did you become so skilled? I am really amazed."

"Tch, is it tough? Amazing, right? Hahaha." Dongfang Bai pretended to be proud and complacent, gesturing with his hands as he spoke, "Let me tell you, this move was taught to me by Teacher Xu Qing, I didn't expect it to come in handy today. Isn't it amazing? Am I a master from now on? Hahahaha!"

Pretense is like an endless play, you must never reveal it before you have enough strength. Sometimes being too outstanding attracts attention, and ends in suppression! Especially when there are still unknown enemies lurking in the shadows. It feels quite good to be a profligate and unrestrained young master for the time being. I can behave as I please without being bound by societal norms.

Ximen Cha was completely puzzled. Is that really the case? Is Teacher Xu Qing truly that amazing?