Chapter 10 Clan Mission Completed, Visualization Chart!

Chapter 10: Chapter 10: Clan Mission Completed, Visualization Chart!

Bang!

The two palms collided.

Primordial Energy intertwined and erupted with astonishing force.

Wisps of purple light flickered across the battlefield, illuminating the surroundings.

A faint rumble of thunder followed.

The expression of the Rourke Family Old Ancestor suddenly changed.

Not good!

A sharp pain came from his palm.

Before he could react, the lightning power and Pure Yang Primordial Energy contained within Julian Mercer’s Purple Thunder Palm erupted for a second time.

In an instant, the terrifying force pierced through the old man’s palm.

It tore through his flesh and surged directly into his body.

The Rourke Family Old Ancestor’s eyes widened.

His pupils were filled with unwillingness.

The power of lightning and Pure Yang Primordial Energy rampaged through his body.

It tore apart his meridians.

It destroyed his internal organs.

He desperately tried to suppress it.

But he couldn’t.

The old man’s body trembled violently.

Then...

Bang!

His entire body exploded.

Blood and flesh scattered through the air.

At the same time, Julian lightly tapped his toes against the ground and retreated several meters.

He dissipated the force attached to his palm.

Then he lowered his hand and calmly placed it behind his back.

The entire exchange had lasted less than three breaths.

And Julian had looked completely relaxed from beginning to end.

The Rourke Family Old Ancestor was dead.

The remaining Rourke Family members stared blankly at the scene.

They were completely terrified.

"Th... The Ancestor is dead?"

"Impossible!"

"The Ancestor is a dignified Purple Mansion Realm cultivator! How could he die so easily?"

"Someone tell me this isn’t real..."

Nobody moved.

They were too shocked to even flee.

The name of their Ancestor had resounded throughout Wexford City for decades.

To the Rourke Family, he had been more than just their strongest cultivator.

He had been their pillar.

Their foundation.

Their belief that no matter what happened, the family would always have someone capable of protecting it.

But now...

That belief had collapsed before their eyes.

Fear spread through the remaining Rourke Family members.

Some looked around desperately.

Others instinctively stepped backward.

Yet their true despair had only just begun.

Julian turned around.

He looked at the Mercer Family members who were still standing nearby.

His voice was cold.

"Send them on their way."

The Mercer Family members who had been frozen in shock immediately returned to their senses.

Their eyes filled with battle intent.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

They raised their weapons and charged forward.

The Rourke Family members had completely lost their final support.

The moment the Ancestor died, their courage disappeared.

They turned around and tried to flee.

Some were so frightened that they stumbled and fell.

But the fear of death forced them to crawl back up and keep running.

It didn’t matter.

They were already surrounded.

The Mercer Family members closed in from every direction.

There was nowhere to escape.

"Kill!"

The battle erupted again.

One Mercer Family disciple after another drew their weapons.

The slaughter began.

Julian moved among the Clan members.

For him, this level of combat was barely different from children playing.

There was no need for him to personally intervene.

His purpose now was to give the Mercer Family members actual combat experience.

The Clan had been protected for too long.

If they wanted to become truly powerful, they couldn’t rely on him for everything.

They needed to learn how to fight.

How to kill.

How to survive.

Therefore, Julian simply watched.

However, whenever a Mercer Family member encountered genuine danger, he immediately intervened.

Under the coverage of his Purple Mansion Divine Sense, every movement on the battlefield was within his perception.

Nothing could escape his attention.

No accident would happen.

The entire Rourke Family had effectively become a battlefield for tempering the Mercer Family’s younger generation.

Before long...

A thick smell of blood filled the air.

It lingered throughout the Rourke Family estate.

The ground was covered with severed limbs and broken weapons.

The scene was horrifying.

Then came the final scream.

Silence descended.

Every Rourke Family member present had been killed.

The Mercer Family disciples stood among the corpses.

Their blood was still boiling.

Their faces were filled with excitement.

Thanks to Julian’s protection, their injuries were limited to minor cuts and superficial wounds.

Nobody had suffered a serious injury.

Once the battlefield became quiet, everyone looked toward Julian.

Their eyes were filled with admiration.

With the protection of their ancestors and a Patriarch this powerful...

What did they have to fear?

Julian, however, wasn’t satisfied.

He turned toward the Clan members.

"If we want to wash away the humiliation our Mercer Family has suffered for hundreds of years..."

"This is far from enough."

His voice carried across the estate.

"Today, I want everyone in Wexford City to understand the price of provoking the Mercer Family."

His eyes became cold.

"Search the entire Rourke residence."

"Find every living person."

"And every animal."

"I want the Rourke Family completely uprooted."

"No one is to be left behind."

The Mercer Family disciples exchanged glances.

Then they bowed.

"Yes, Patriarch!"

There was no hesitation.

None of them resisted the order.

They remembered the scene from earlier.

The Rourke Family had come to their home intending to annihilate them.

If Julian hadn’t returned in time, the Mercer Family would probably have become nothing more than corpses beneath Gideon Rourke’s sword.

Such a blood feud couldn’t be resolved with a few apologies.

The anger they had been suppressing finally erupted.

The Mercer Family members spread throughout the Rourke estate.

They searched every corner.

Soon, cries of panic and begging echoed through the residence.

Dogs barked.

Geese honked.

Doors were kicked open.

The once-grand Rourke Family estate descended into chaos.

Not long afterward...

Everything became quiet.

The Rourke Family had been completely erased from Wexford City.

Julian stood outside and waited for his Clan members to return.

He didn’t move.

He simply waited.

Then...

Ding!

The System’s notification appeared before his eyes.

[Ding! Rourke Family destruction detected. Clan Mission completed. Settlement commencing...]

[Ding! Based on the degree of completion, the mission score is: Grade A+ (Maximum Score). Rewards are being issued...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining 300 Clan Fortune.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the Earth Rank, Top Grade Cultivation Method Great Sun Body Refining Art.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining one Cultivation Acceleration Card.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining one volume of Wordless Sword Post.]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the mysterious reward: Visualization Chart.]

Julian’s eyes lit up.

The rewards were far more generous than he had expected.

More importantly, the System’s settlement confirmed something.

The Rourke Family had truly been completely destroyed.

Only then did Julian withdraw his attention from the System.

"Let’s go."

He turned toward the Rourke Family estate.

The Mercer Family had come here to collect what belonged to them.

If they wanted to develop rapidly, resources were indispensable.

Soon, the Mercer Family disciples began searching the Rourke Family’s remaining assets.

Before long, they emerged carrying wooden boxes.

Gold and silver jewelry.

Cultivation Methods.

Martial Techniques.

Shop deeds.

Property contracts.

Various cultivation resources.

Everything valuable was collected.

After repeatedly confirming that nothing of value remained behind, the Mercer Family members joined forces to carry the boxes.

Then they left the Rourke residence.

The procession returned along the same road they had come from.

But the moment they reached the main street, they attracted the attention of countless onlookers.

The sight of so many Mercer Family members returning together was already enough to attract attention.

But the thick smell of blood surrounding them made people even more curious.

"Hiss..."

"Such a strong smell of blood."

"Who are these people?"

"That’s Caleb Mercer and Adrian Mercer’s Clan relatives. I recognize them. They’re members of the Mercer Family."

"Look at those boxes. What exactly are they carrying?"

"Those aren’t the important part."

"The important thing is..."

"They came from the Rourke Family residence."

"The Rourke Family?"

"Could it be that..."

The crowd erupted into discussion.

Countless guesses appeared in their minds.

Then someone noticed the man in white walking at the very front of the procession.

"Wait."

"Who is leading the Mercer Family?"

"I’ve never seen him before."

"When did the Mercer Family produce such a powerful-looking figure?"

Some younger people and outsiders who had never personally witnessed Julian’s appearance looked confused.

But among the crowd were also elderly residents who had lived in Wexford City for decades.

They remembered.

They remembered the young man who had once led the Mercer Family to prominence.

They remembered the name that had once been feared throughout the city.

A Meridian Opening Realm martial artist wearing tight-fitting clothes suddenly felt his heart tremble.

He stared at Julian’s face.

Disbelief appeared across his expression.

Then his voice escaped before he could stop himself.

"That appearance..."

"He is..."

"Julian Mercer?!"

The words fell like a stone into still water.

The entire street exploded.

"What?!"

"Julian Mercer?"

"The Mercer Family Patriarch who disappeared six years ago?"

"Isn’t he supposed to be dead?"

"He’s alive?!"

"He just came out of the Rourke Family residence!"

"What exactly happened?"

The news spread through the crowd like wildfire.

Within moments, the entire street was in an uproar.

And at the center of it all, Julian Mercer continued walking forward with a calm expression.

Six years after disappearing...

The Patriarch of the Mercer Family had returned.

And today, Wexford City finally learned that he had returned stronger than ever.