In the valley, there’s not a soul in sight.

Casey Three walked calmly along the river path, his face showing not a hint of tension.

From the moment he killed his entire family, broke his legs, and lay before Faust Beaumont’s door, his heart was already dead.

Since childhood, he was always the least favored in the family.

The eldest brother was eloquent and greatly favored by their parents.

The younger brother, because he was smart and cute, often bullied Casey Three when they were young.

By nature, silent and withdrawn, Casey Three became the most unwelcome presence in his home.

The Casey Family was somewhat famous in the martial arts world, with Casey Three’s father having established his own school with some recognition.

At the time, Casey Three also married a woman from a local martial arts family.

Though he hoped to make a mark in the martial arts world, Casey Three was highly ambitious.

He didn’t like socializing, but he had a distinct obsession with martial arts.

He believed that with enough hard work, he would surely earn his father’s love.

At thirty, Casey Three won first place in a competition among thirteen local martial arts families.

When he returned home to deliver the good news, he happened upon his wife committing adultery with his brother in their room.

Outraged, Casey Three nearly beat his brother to death.

He thought his father would expel his brother from the family; instead, his parents not only didn’t blame his brother but also harshly scolded him and said family shame should not be spread outside.

Even his wife threatened that besides martial arts, Casey Three was useless, ignorant, and wanted a divorce.

At that moment.

Casey Three’s heart turned to ashes.

In the sunny spring of March.

For the first time, he felt the spring breeze was so piercing.

The night sky was so dark.

Dark to the point where he could hardly see any light.

The moon was dark and the wind was fierce.

Casey Three killed his entire family and took all of their martial arts texts, kneeling before Faust Beaumont’s door.

Faust Beaumont already had a great reputation at that time.

His requirements for taking disciples were extremely strict.

They must be orphans!

Orphans could guarantee that his disciples would have no escape route and would only be loyal to him.

They also need to have a decent set of texts as a token of apprenticeship.

Faust Beaumont wanted to study all the martial arts under heaven, to peruse a vast collection of texts, and then create a supreme text.

It just so happened that Casey Three completely met the requirements and entered Faust Beaumont’s tutelage.

Casey Three felt that his former self had long been dead.

Now, he was reborn.

Filled with greed, he relied on his remarkable talent to become one of Faust Beaumont’s notable disciples.

However, there was Isaak Ridge ahead of him.

Now Isaak Ridge is dead, Faust Beaumont is severely injured, and Casey Three thinks he might try to take that position.

The capable shall occupy it; it has always been the unchanging principle of the world.

"Master." Casey Three walked to the place Faust Beaumont was previously at, and called out softly.

But there was no response.

"Master?"

Casey Three continued walking a few steps, sensing the surrounding power.

He knew Faust Beaumont was nearby.

So why doesn’t this old fox show himself?

"So soon?" Just as he was contemplating, Faust Beaumont’s figure slowly appeared, "Disciple, have you found that person? I’m seriously injured now and need some time to recover."

He’s showing weakness!

"I’ve found the person." Casey Three nodded, pointing behind Faust Beaumont, "There."

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword from True Monarch Nether’s hand sprang down instantly!

Faust Beaumont dodged sideways, making his figure disappear once more.

When he reappeared, the surrounding spiritual power was surging crazily.

"My good disciple, you’ve completed your last mission. You may die now." Faust Beaumont appeared not far away, hands behind his back, with a cold smile on his face: "Unfortunately, a master is always a master, a disciple is always a disciple. You still have much to learn. Not much chance left, the master will teach you in the next life."

After speaking, many disciples began to appear around.

"You knew all along?" Casey Three reached out to touch the spiritual power.

But the spiritual power was like flames, as soon as it touched, his fingers felt intense pain.

Making him gnash his teeth, extremely uncomfortable.

"Of course, I am your master." Faust Beaumont was very proud, "I have to thank you for luring this person here."

While speaking, Faust Beaumont reached out his hand, slowly grasping!

"Ah!"

Casey Three painfully knelt on the ground, letting out a piercing scream.

That undulating spiritual power continuously struck Casey Three, making him a bloody mess.

True Monarch Nether intervened, directly dispersing that force!

"Who exactly are you, how can you easily break my methods?" Faust Beaumont whispered: "Are you Hume Rose!"

Only the Rose Family had trained in the Yellow Lotus Shadow.

The opponent was obviously very familiar with the texts inside the Yellow Lotus Shadow.

Every time Faust Beaumont attacked, it was effortlessly thwarted.

So, he suspected this person was from the Rose Family.

But the only one who could be so formidable in the Rose Family was Hume Rose.

"You’ve recovered?" This time, it was True Monarch Nether’s turn to be surprised.

He had already left the Yellow Lotus Shadow, how did Faust Beaumont manage to heal himself?

Thinking it over, it seemed that only the Yellow Lotus Shadow had this capability.

Could it be...

A terrifying speculation appeared in True Monarch Nether’s mind.

There might be more inside the Yellow Lotus Shadow.

Someone else!

Another mental telekinesis that survived back then.

If it’s true, he must figure out who is inside.

Back then those True Monarchs weren’t united, constantly fighting openly and secretly.

If it’s an enemy inside, then once the person comes out, True Monarch Nether would again have much trouble.

"Since you’re familiar with the secret of Yellow Lotus Shadow, of course, my self-healing is relying on Yellow Lotus Shadow." Faust Beaumont extended his hand and pointed forward!

True Monarch Nether’s body was instantly suspended!

"Since you understand the secrets of Yellow Lotus Shadow, then I won’t use its methods." Faust Beaumont was a shrewd man; he dared to scheme against Julius Reed not only because of his capabilities but mainly because of his intellect.

He understood what he had to do.

As expected, True Monarch Nether hung in the air, with absolutely no way to deal with it.

"Now, let me see your true face." Faust Beaumont walked over, without looking at Casey Three, who was sprawled on the ground, he prepared to remove True Monarch Nether’s hat.

But at that moment, Casey Three suddenly got up and fiercely swung a knife!

"Hmm?" Faust Beaumont sensed the abnormality and turned around with a palm strike!

Bang!

Casey Three was instantly sent flying!

A group of disciples quickly rushed over from behind.

"Master, are you alright?" Everyone asked with concern.

But at this moment.

Faust Beaumont’s face changed slightly!

He turned around and slammed down his palm!

Crack!

A disciple was instantly crushed to death.

The disciple held a blood-stained knife in his hand!

And the knife was stabbed right into Faust Beaumont’s back!

Not fatal, but definitely not a minor injury.

"Hehe... Mr. Dog, did you really think I had no means?" Casey Three slowly stood up, took out a flute from his waist, and began to play!

As the sound of the flute began, Faust Beaumont felt an unbearable itch on his back!

"You little brat, what did you do to me!" Faust Beaumont’s face was bulging with veins!