At eight years old, Ye Chen knelt before his grandfather. “Send me to the Dark Division.”
The Dark Division was the Night Family’s far-northern training camp for cultivating death warriors, where fewer than three in ten survived.
Ten years later, he crawled back from a heap of corpses.
At the annual banquet, one punch shattered everyone’s contempt for him.
That very night, he strangled his traitorous second uncle with his own hands in a secret chamber.
A ruthless hero betrayed by his brothers in his previous life, he would build an order in this life that no one dared betray.
Starting with six streets in the university district, he would rise to become the Emperor of China’s underworld, then the architect of the rules governing the global underground.
Su Muhan said, “I was the first light in your life.”
Ye Qingcheng said, “It’s been so long since anyone protected me.”
Ye Qingxue said, “Thank you for helping me become human.”
He was the king of the dark night, and the rules themselves.
He never appeared in the martial world, yet everyone knew:
He was on that island, watching the world.
