Chapter 113: The Poison Man Bubo

Shi City.

It was a time of great unrest. The air in the city felt heavy and suffocating, as if a storm were brewing. In the shadows of the alleys, secret killings occurred daily.

Every day, the streets were stained with blood.

The once-tranquil atmosphere of the city had completely vanished.

Within the borders of the city, there were many factions, each eyeing the other like hungry wolves, occasionally clashing in small skirmishes.

Usually, the smaller families would engage in minor conflicts, but tonight, the city felt unusually quiet.

Some of the larger, more established clans, such as the Bai family or the Shan family, would occasionally have their own territorial disputes, but those were usually settled quickly. After all, with the Shi family ruling the city, no one dared to act too brazenly. The balance of power was fragile, maintained by the looming threat of the Shi family's absolute authority.

Yet, everyone knew that this peace was merely a facade. Beneath the surface, the undercurrents were raging, and the Shi family itself was facing internal turmoil.

Shi Yan. Shi Lei. Shi Hu. The Shi family members seemed to be locked in a subtle struggle for power.

Shi Yan could not remain indifferent.

Before Shi Yan had left, the Shi family had been in total disarray. The struggle for the position of head of the family had been fierce; the other branches of the family were not content to sit by and watch, and each had begun to carve out their own spheres of influence.

However, a sudden change occurred.

Within the Shi family, Shi Yan had seemingly gained the support of some powerful figures—people whose methods were ruthless and whose influence over the family was absolute.

In the Shi family’s inner circle, Shi Yan had risen to prominence, quickly overshadowing his cousins.

Shi Yan, who had once been considered a mere figurehead, suddenly demonstrated an astonishing level of talent, especially when the family’s business was at stake.

One day, a mysterious liquid—a blood-like concoction—appeared in the city. It was the "Blood Demon Essence." No one knew where it came from, but it was being traded in the city, and the Shi family was at the center of it. What was the connection between this substance and the Shi family?

Was it a blessing or a curse? Shi Yan was at the heart of the mystery.

Shi Yan’s relationship with the family elders was complicated.

Shi Yan was incredibly talented, his cultivation level soaring, and within the family, those who had previously looked down on him suddenly found themselves trembling in his presence.

The pressure from the higher-ups was intense, and Shi Yan was forced to make a choice. He knew that the Shi family was standing on the edge of a precipice.

"If the Shi family falls, what will happen to us?" he wondered. If the family’s business were to crumble, he would have to pay a heavy price.

He was far too strong, and one strike from him would be enough to shatter his opponents. Through the family’s connections, Shi Yan knew that the entire city, and perhaps even the entire region, was teetering on the brink of collapse.

Thus, a desperate plan was set in motion.

After the initial chaos, the Shi family began to stabilize.

The Shi family seemed to have gained the support of the mysterious "Elder Feng." It was said that Elder Feng had started frequenting the city more often, and his influence was growing. He seemed to have a deep interest in Shi Yan, and he was even willing to support him in his quest to consolidate power.

Some of the rival factions were terrified by the sudden strength of the Shi family, and Shi Yan’s reputation grew even more formidable.

Over the past few days, the atmosphere in the city had shifted. The mysterious Elder Feng had been silent, but everyone knew he was waiting for something.

The Shi family was once again on the verge of a major change. The power struggle within the family had reached a boiling point.

Those who had opposed Shi Yan were now fearful. Word reached them that within the Elder Feng’s circle, there was a master physician, a figure of great mystery, who could heal or kill with a flick of the wrist. Shi Yan did not know what kind of game was being played, but he knew that he had been dragged into a dangerous situation.

"Shi Yan, your face is too pale," a voice whispered. It was Elder Feng. "Are you afraid? If you want to survive, you must be stronger."

Shi Yan’s expression remained cold. "I have no fear."

"Is that so? You haven't seen what I’ve seen," Elder Feng murmured. "The darkness is coming."

Shi Yan’s face darkened. "What do you mean?"

"The darkness is already here," Elder Feng replied, his voice chilling.

Shi Yan stood up, his eyes flashing with a cold light. "I will not let this city fall."

"We shall see," Elder Feng said, disappearing into the shadows.

Shi Yan clenched his fists. He knew he had to act. He had to save his family, even if it meant destroying everything else.

He walked out into the cold night air, the wind whipping around him. He felt the weight of the city on his shoulders.

"Whatever it takes," he whispered, his voice echoing in the empty street. "I will win."