Her name is Shi Niu. She is the daughter of one of the greatest clans, known across the realms for her beauty and terrifying talent. A First Rate Realm cultivator, she is admired yet feared for her cold composure and unshakable will. Though countless men chase her for her looks and status, she despises shallow desire and seeks only one with true strength, discipline, and purpose. Her gaze is calm, sharp, and unreadable, as if weighing the worth of everyone she meets.

She was moving through the dense forest when a sudden killing intent surged from all directions. Demon cultivators emerged from the shadows, their eyes burning with greed—drawn by the blood of a pure First Rate Realm cultivator. They surrounded her, confident, hungry.

Before they could strike, her gaze shifted.

Not far away, beneath a tree, a man sat calmly, a tea cup resting in his hand as if the chaos meant nothing to him.

“Duck.”

The single word reached her ears like an order carved in stone. Instinctively, she dropped to the ground.

A flash of light cut through the air.

In the next instant, the demon cultivators were gone—reduced to drifting ashes. Their robes and weapons fell lifelessly to the earth, the forest returning to silence as if nothing had happened.

She rose slowly, blood staining her side, and turned toward him.

The man was still seated, calmly sipping his tea, his expression unchanged—unbothered by the slaughter he had just caused.

Her sharp blue eyes narrowed as they met his.

(Shi): “Who… are you, Brother?”