URBAN VILLAIN SYSTEM

Ancestor Kent Clark sat on the stone bench in the inner sanctuary, his old hands trembling as he stared at his grandson.

The wind howled softly outside the spiritual barrier, but inside, the air was completely still. Kent’s mind was in a state of absolute chaos. An extra five hundred years of life and a breakthrough to the absolute apex of this world sounded completely impossible. It sounded like a beautifully crafted lie.

"Tony," Kent said, his voice deep and shaking with a mix of hope and deep suspicion. "What you are saying completely defies the natural laws of our world. To increase my lifespan by five centuries and force my old foundation to break through to the absolute peak... not even the greatest medicinal pills in this empire can achieve such a miracle.

I know you are extraordinarily intelligent and full of strange secrets, but I cannot risk the entire family’s survival on mere words. Do you have any actual proof that you truly possess this kind of immense leverage over a supreme traveler from the upper realms?"

Tony did not say a word. A slow, lazy smile curled the corners of his lips as he saw the deep disbelief on his ancestor’s face. He casually reached his hand into his dark cloak, interacting directly with the hidden system interface in his mind. With a brief thought, he withdrew one of the legendary treasures he had been keeping entirely secret from the rest of the world.

A brilliant, emerald-green light suddenly erupted from Tony’s open palm, illuminating every dark corner of the sealed inner sanctuary. The light was so pure and vibrant that the surrounding moss-covered stone walls seemed to instantly come alive.

Resting in the center of his hand was a small, ancient seed wrapped in dense layers of primordial life energy. The ambient spiritual pressure in the room shifted instantly, turning incredibly thick and heavy, making it clear to anyone that this item was a divine artifact of creation.

Ancestor Kent’s eyes widened to the size of saucers. As a top-tier cultivator who had spent centuries studying the mysteries of the continent, he instantly recognized the pure, primordial life aura radiating from the object. This was not a regular treasure. This was a genuine, raw World Tree seed.

"This... this is a real World Tree seed!" Kent gasped, his voice cracking as he instinctively leaned forward, his ancient heart pounding furiously against his chest. "You actually managed to take the physical seeds out of the World Tree domain? And you have more than one?"

"I told you, old man, I never make a deal unless I hold all the winning cards," Tony said smoothly, closing his palm and instantly returning the seed back into his system storage. The brilliant green light vanished, plunging the sanctuary back into its regular dim lighting, but the thick life energy still lingered in the air.

"I have enough leverage to make Tang Zi perform any miracle I want. Your extra lifespan and your breakthrough are absolutely guaranteed. Now that you have seen the proof, do we have an agreement?"

Ancestor Kent took a long, deep breath to steady his racing thoughts, the last shred of his doubt completely evaporating into thin air. A look of absolute, fanatical determination replaced his old fatigue. He stood up from the stone bench, his tall, frail frame suddenly radiating the terrifying authority of a true supreme patriarch.

"We have a deal, Tony. If you can secure the future of the Clark family with an extra five hundred years of my life, I will back your decisions with the full power of our lineage. Go prepare yourself for your journey to the Eternal Sun Realm without any worries."

"Good. But what about the current mess outside?" Tony asked, leaning his back against a stone pillar with a careless expression. "Da Vinci’s false news is spreading like wildfire across the martial network. The elders are panicking, the imperial envoys are breathing down our necks, and the surrounding factions are treating me like the greatest criminal of the century. How do you want to handle this noisy distraction for the next three days before I leave?"

Ancestor Kent let out a low, confident chuckle, a cold, sharp glint flashing across his ancient eyes as he turned toward the edge of the spiritual barrier.

"Leave that hypocrite Da Vinci and the rest of the empire to me, Tony. Everything will be handled smoothly by the main branch. You have exactly three days left in this world. Do not waste a single second worrying about these political insects. Go and finish all your personal matters, say your farewells, and make sure your foundation is ready for the spatial transfer. I will ensure nobody disturbs your peace."

With a sudden wave of his ancient embroidered sleeve, Ancestor Kent dissolved the invisible spiritual barrier surrounding the inner sanctuary and stepped out into the dark courtyard, vanishing into the shadows within a split second to execute his master plan.

Left alone in the quiet quarters, Tony did not waste any time. He knew that simply hiding away would make the surrounding enemies suspicious, so he decided to play his role as a shameless, unbothered young master to the absolute limit. Sitting down at his desk, he pulled out his communication crystal and drafted a massive, public announcement to the regional martial network, intentionally adding fuel to the already raging fire.

The news broke across the global network within an hour, completely shocking millions of online cultivators. "Clark Family Young Master Tony Clark Announces Sudden Entrance Into Closed-Door Penance! Before His Departure, He Is Throwing An Exclusive, Lavish Farewell Party For His Closest Friends And Trusted Servants At The Clark Estate!"

Along with the public announcement, Tony personally dispatched high-grade spiritual invitation tokens to a very select group of people. He sent one to his former fiancée, Lily Frost, several trusted student leaders from the 9 Lotus Academy who weren’t aligned with Da Vinci, and his personal courtyard servants. He even made sure a token reached Emma Stone within the estate.

The reaction on the martial network was instantaneous and incredibly hostile. Within minutes, the comment sections beneath his post were flooded with tens of thousands of angry messages from furious cultivators across the continent.

"Is this criminal Tony Clark completely insane?!" one user commented. "The 9 Lotus Academy officially declared him a thief who robbed their sacred treasury, and his response is to throw a luxury party?!"

"The shamelessness of the Clark family knows absolutely no bounds!" another major faction leader wrote online. "He cheated during the World Tree tournament, stole the blessing from our young geniuses, and now he is entering ’penance’ to hide from the imperial investigators! The government must arrest him immediately!"

Tony casually scrolled through the endless wave of hateful, viral comments on his screen, a wide, amused grin plastered on his face. He absolutely loved teasing his enemies and watching them scream in digital rage while being completely powerless to stop him in reality. To him, their anger was nothing more than free entertainment for his final three days in this lower world.

However, while Tony was planning his farewell party, the higher echelons of the Clark family were operating at absolute maximum capacity under the direct orders of Ancestor Kent. The family activated their entire hidden intelligence and military network, sending out emergency crimson tokens to every single supporting family, merchant guild, and vassal sect that had sworn allegiance to the Clark bloodline over the past three centuries.

Columns of dark-armored elite soldiers, heavy tactical war chariots, and powerful core elders from various allied factions began marching under the cover of darkness, secretly flooding into the surrounding valleys of the Clark family estate to form a massive defensive line.

Ancestor Kent stood at the highest tower of the estate, his ancient eyes scanning the distant mountain passes as the reports from his scouts arrived one after another. He had already drawn his absolute conclusions regarding the true nature of this crisis. He knew Academy Master Da Vinci was a hypocrite who would go to any absolute length to secure his own ascension.

For items as world-changing as the World Tree seeds, a massive, catastrophic war was completely inevitable, whether it happened directly through an open siege or indirectly through political assassination. The Clark family had to be perfectly prepared for a total war.

"Ancestor, the intelligence reports are grim," Patriarch Ryon Clark reported as he hurried up the tower stairs, his face covered in a cold sweat.

"Our scouts have confirmed that the Imperial Family has completely aligned themselves with Da Vinci’s narrative. King Jamie Smith has mobilized the Royal Vanguard Army under the pretense of capturing a ’treasury criminal.’

More importantly, the Demonic Sea Tribe is moving their entire hidden fleet of deep-sea warships toward our borders, furious over the disappearance of Princess Elsa and Ancestor Luka. Several neighboring academies and rival families have also joined their alliance, hoping to divide our territories after we fall. A massive coalition army is marching directly toward us!"

Ancestor Kent did not show a single hint of panic, his posture remaining as steady as a mountain. He had already issued the highest-tier family emergency command, locking down all resource vaults and arming every single disciple with high-grade martial weapons.

He knew that as long as he could hold the line for exactly seventy-two hours, Tony would hand over the second seed to Tang Zi, and Kent would instantly become an unstoppable, apex god capable of wiping out the entire coalition army with a single strike of his palm.

"Let them come, Ryon," Ancestor Kent spoke, his ancient voice cold and echoing with absolute killing intent as he stared out into the dark horizon. "They believe they are marching toward a den of thieves to steal a treasure, but they are actually marching straight into their own graves.

Tell our allies to hold their positions and prepare for the ultimate clash. For the next three days, not a single enemy soldier will step foot inside our inner sanctuary."

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