I Can Strengthen Infinitely

On the East Sea, a gigantic island stands out prominently on the sea surface.

As you get closer, you can see that most of the island is covered in houses, city walls, high-rise mansions, its bustling scale even surpasses Jiangnan’s leading city, Yangzhou Prefecture.

The island is named Paradise Island, a famous overseas power from the Central Plains, advocating ’money above all, blending black and white,’ as long as you have money, you are the master here. Regardless of black or white, all can indulge and enjoy paradise.

Many who are hunted in the Central Plains, in desperate situations, would escape to Paradise Island to avoid persecution.

The island is full of experts, its strength matches any of the top ten factions of the Central Plains, gradually becoming a gathering place for various fugitives, turning chaotic.

But with white amidst the black, and black amidst the white, though Paradise Island welcomes all comers, anyone daring to cause trouble here would be found hanging under a tree on the island the next day, their dead bodies in a ghastly state, the perpetrator unknown.

Thus, under such warning, Paradise Island, although chaotic, still maintains high order.

No one knows exactly how long Paradise Island has existed. After years of development, various industries are exceptionally prosperous, rivaling the Central Plains. Therefore, life here does not involve any inconvenience.

Paradise Island is famed for two things, first its abundant freedom, and second the Island Master, the hidden controller, the Immortal of Pleasure.

The Immortal of Pleasure, seen by few, spread widely on Paradise Island over the years, a stunning beauty of unparalleled martial skill.

Many venture here solely seeking the Immortal of Pleasure but none succeed, as any who dared to pursue her appearance all end up dead.

Roar roar roar!

On Paradise Island’s shore, waves incessantly wash ashore. An old fisherman sits steadily on a rock, gripping an old wooden rod, eyes blankly staring at the sea.

The straw hat on his head shields him from the sunlight. Despite the warm sun causing a sleepy feeling in this climate.

Swoosh!

As the wave retreats, something suddenly appears on what was an empty shore.

Very conspicuous.

The fisherman squints, expression slightly changing. Lying on the beach is indeed a person.

A person soaked all over, whose state of life is unknown.

Paradise Island secretly often sees corpse dumping, causing bodies to wash ashore frequently, a matter the old fisherman is accustomed to, hence he feels little panic.

Slowly putting down his fishing rod, he rises towards the body.

Though valuables are usually stripped before dumping, sometimes some remain, finding them is a small gain, a task the fisherman is quite familiar with. As he bends to examine the body, the supposedly dead body suddenly twitches slightly.

Despite its subtlety, the fisherman immediately notices.

"Hmm?" the fisherman startled, Could this person be alive?

Holding onto hope, he reaches down to the nose, and sure enough, there’s breathing - a living person.

"Hey, can you hear me?" the fisherman asked.

As they say, saving one life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda. Though residing on Paradise Island, he is not wicked if aid is possible, he gladly offers help.

Yet the person on the shore remains deeply unconscious, the fisherman has no choice but to lift them over his shoulder, carrying them away with his weak hunchbacked body.

Those arriving on Paradise Island often carry a regretful past, history never clean, some choose anonymity, starting anew.

Such individuals generally possess some martial skills.

Despite the fisherman’s frailness, he is an Outer Forging Realm Martial Artist.

Not far from the shore lies a small wooden hut, his dwelling.

Placing the survivor on a table, the fisherman proceeds to concoct a potion to restore consciousness.

Then the survivor suddenly opens his eyes, grips the fisherman’s neck. Without a word, squeezes, snapping the neck.

The fisherman’s eyes wide, filled with regret, dies unpeacefully.

On Paradise Island, mercy is unnecessary.

Kindness is a knife of suicide.

"I actually survived..." the survivor muttered incredulously, crawling off the table.

If Qin Yuesheng were present, he’d be astounded, for this individual is none other than one of Celestial Secret City’s executives, Divine Calculation Elder Hong Meng.

Recalling that night, his countenance turned grim, silent for a long while.

That night, Demon Sect’s Sect Leader battled the two brothers atop the East Sea, each one a rare master, their action was earth-shattering. If on the ground, Celestial Secret City would be left ruined.

Yet sadly, despite Hong Meng and Hong Yi using Inventive Creation, they were no match for Hu Ying, who had entered the Three Flowers Gathering at the Top Realm. Hong Yi fell instantly to a savage blow, killed on the spot.

While Hong Meng was struck into the East Sea by Hu Ying’s Heart-Crushing Palm, he narrowly escaped with a secret technique from Inventive Creation, drifting to Paradise Island.

Knowing his brother died under Hu Ying, Hong Meng’s heart is overwhelmed with grief, tears streaming uncontrollably.

"Brother, I will avenge you in this lifetime," Hong Meng swore, gritting his teeth.

Grabbed the fisherman, stripped his clothing, quickly changing attire, with Celestial Secret City destroyed, Hu Ying would surely hunt relentlessly to see him dead or alive, without easily giving up.

As an executive at Celestial Secret City, Hong Meng knows Demon Sect’s power and influence terrifyingly well. Despite being a Grandmaster, returning to the Central Plains means facing endless pursuit from Demon Sect.

If confronted by Hu Ying again, Hong Meng’s luck won’t persist.

Donning the fisherman’s clothes, drying his moisture with Inner Strength, Hong Meng thinks, "From now on, I am you; no longer Hong Meng in this world."

Striking the fisherman’s corpse, instantly reduced to ashes.

"I’ve spread the word on Lanhai Dragon City. For vengeance, this avenue seems the best. But Lanhai Dragon City isn’t chaotic enough; I’ll stir it further, to fish through troubled waters."

Hong Meng scans the surroundings, contemplating, "This should be Paradise Island, there are many concealed experts here. I know Ice and Fire Divine Sect’s former Sect Leader Lie Long, residing here due to certain matters."

In an instant, Hong Meng devises his plan, swiftly stepping out, heading towards the island’s center.

The most prosperous city of Paradise Island lies at the island’s center

Hong Meng visited once before, recognizes the route, soon arrives at the city’s gate.

Contrasting the wild shores, the city of Paradise is no less populated and grand than Great Tang.

As a place beyond the law, Paradise possesses the freest gambling rules of the nine provinces, anything can be wagered, nobody hinders or stops.

Daily numerous die on Paradise’s streets, while newcomers join, a circulating pool.

Embraced by the crowd, Hong Meng vanishes quickly, unnoticed.