The invitation was crafted with exquisite materials, its edges inlaid with gold thread, and the center embossed with the emblem of the Violet Clan—a blooming violet flower encircling an ancient sword.

The attendant took the invitation, a trace of surprise flashing across his face, and then examined it closely. Though the contents of the invitation were blank, the attendant seemed to glean the information he sought, his expression gradually becoming respectful, and immediately showing signs of reverence.

"So it's Mr. Lu Yan from the Union, personally invited by the Count." The disdain in the attendant's tone vanished, replaced by genuine awe, "Please come in, sir."

As he spoke, the attendant promptly ushered Lu Yan into the Violet Manor.

The wide stone path was flanked by various rare flowers, with violets standing out prominently. After passing through a statue garden, Lu Yan was led into the manor's main building.

In the manor's main hall, a crystal chandelier emitted a soft glow, illuminating the marble floor and walls adorned with portraits. Dozens of nobly dressed young aristocrats and capitalists gathered around several transcendents, engaging in fervent yet elegant conversation.

These transcendents were dressed in either exquisite formal attire or mysterious robes, their every move exuding extraordinary charisma. Some had fingertips glowing faintly, others were shrouded in an ephemeral exotic aura, while more had eyes flowing with a mysterious color not possessed by ordinary people.

The transcendents discussed among themselves, and their mentions of the Extraordinary Sequence and Magic Potion ascension drew envious gazes from the young aristocrats.

Most of the aristocrats and capitalists, although qualified to access the Extraordinary Path, dealt with ones fraught with potential risks and low promise. To those already of noble status, the risks were immense.

Thus, nobles generally tend to first seek understanding, seeking certain forms of supernatural protection, and then have family members selectively choose an Extraordinary Path to become transcendents. In this scenario, those with low-risk paths naturally became highly sought after.

The Count of Violet stood at the center of the hall, an elegant middle-aged man with meticulously groomed silver-grey hair, clad in an opulent robe of purple and silver. Observing the scene before him, the Count wore an expression of delight, clearly satisfied with the gathering he had organized.

Suddenly, an attendant walked briskly into the hall, approaching the Count of Violet with an anxious expression and whispering by his side.

This elegant middle-aged man heard the voice, his brow unconsciously furrowing, a hint of confusion flashing in his eyes, and he murmured, "Invitation? Mr. Lu from the Union?"

"I recall there was no Mr. Lu among those to whom invitations were sent out. Could it be a forgery?" The Count of Violet's expression turned serious, for impersonation at such a high-class gathering was a grave offense.

As the Count of Violet pondered in doubt, he saw the main hall doors, once closed, suddenly swing open with a boom, and an attendant respectfully guided a young man into the banquet.

The young man was dressed in a well-tailored black tailcoat, elegant and composed, holding a polished ebony cane topped with a silver lion's head.

His attire was no different from the aristocrats present, yet he exuded an aura of transcendence, unconsciously drawing people to both approach him and feel awe.

The atmosphere at the banquet momentarily quieted, several aristocrats and transcendents casting their gaze upon this uninvited guest, some looking displeased towards the Count of Violet, as if blaming him for an oversight in the arrangement.

The Count of Violet, under the scrutiny of the crowd, couldn't help but step forward, inquiring in a stern voice, "Who are you?"

Lu Yan paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, and a faint smile played on his lips.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Lu Yan from the Union." His voice was moderate, yet it clearly reached every corner of the hall.

"What is the Union?" a well-dressed young aristocrat couldn't help but whisper.

"It seems like an unheard-of small organization."

Amidst the crowd, a transcendent in a grey robe snorted coldly, a hint of displeasure flashing in his eyes.

Just moments ago, he was discussing a trade related to an Extraordinary Secret Talisman with a young aristocrat, but Lu Yan's arrival interrupted the imminent deal. The aristocrat's attention had already been drawn to the mysterious intruder, nullifying the transaction.

Upon confirming that Lu Yan was not a guest of the Count of Violet, the grey-robed transcendent did not hesitate to strike. His eyes flashed with a silver light, face twisting into a bizarre grin.

Glitters flowed from his fingertips like fallen stars, leaving a brief trail in the air. The grey-robed transcendent raised a hand towards Lu Yan, chanting an obscure and incomprehensible incantation, the silver light in his eyes growing intense.

In an instant, a biting cold wind surged through the hall towards Lu Yan.

This was no ordinary cold wind, but a Soul-Scattering Cold Wind capable of directly attacking the soul, as if to separate Lu Yan's spirit from his body. Wherever the cold wind passed, the air solidified into tiny ice crystals, glinting a ghostly blue under the light.

The power of a Sequence 6 transcendent immediately caught everyone's attention at the banquet. The nobles swiftly retreated, leaving room for the two, eyes filled with both caution and anticipation.

Especially among young aristocrats and capitalists with little exposure to the supernatural, shock was evident on their faces. For some, this was their first time witnessing the display of Extraordinary Power, much more striking than any description in books.

The Count of Violet frowned but did not intervene. In the Extraordinary World, power was the ultimate rule. If Lu Yan intruded upon the banquet yet lacked the strength to defend himself, he had only his overestimation to blame.

Facing the oncoming cold wind, Lu Yan didn't even deign to glance at it, as if it were merely a breeze. He simply shook his head lightly, a serene smile on his lips, and softly uttered:

"Truly... such a rude fellow."

His voice was not loud, yet it resonated clearly in the ears of everyone present, like a sound echoing directly from the depths of their souls.

Without any visible action from Lu Yan—not a spell, not a gesture, not even a change in his gaze—the Soul-Scattering Cold Wind suddenly paused in mid-air, hitting an invisible barrier. In the next moment, the wind bizarrely altered its course, cascading back towards the grey-robed transcendent.

The smile on the grey-robed transcendent's face froze, a trace of disbelief and fear flashing in his eyes. He hurriedly tried to halt the spell, but it was already too late.

In an instant, his soul was completely dispersed, his body going rigid on the spot, the light in his eyes quickly dimming. His skin turned pale at a visible speed, soon covered with a thin layer of frost, and ultimately his body became a frozen sculpture, vividly capturing the posture of casting a spell.

The hall was so quiet a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone stood in place, stunned, while those transcendents who initially watched with an air of amusement now exhibited an incontestable fear in their eyes.

They could clearly sense that Lu Yan exhibited no extraordinary fluctuations, performed no known spells, yet the grey-robed transcendent suffered a spell backlash. This was beyond their comprehension.

At that moment, a middle-aged man dressed in a deep red suit at the banquet suddenly had a dramatic change in expression.

He was a highly experienced Sequence 5 transcendent, and now, as if recalling some ancient legend, his pupils trembled violently, unable to disguise the shock within, he exclaimed:

"Position Backlash!"

These three words exploded in the hall like a heavy bomb. Upon hearing them, the other transcendents turned paler, some instinctively taking a few steps back.

The Sequence 5 transcendent suddenly performed an ancient and solemn gesture towards Lu Yan, his voice tinged with unprecedented awe, "Are you the Human Saint?"

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