Chapter 10 - Chapter Ten – The Dark Ascendancy of Nie Yong

Martial Peak's landscape was rife with rivalries, but none as fierce and twisted as the silent war between Nie Yong and Yang Kai. Where Yang Kai fought with honor and grit, Nie Yong advanced through shadows and schemes, bending fate to his will by stealing the very things that fueled his rival's strength.Word spread like wildfire through the sects—disgraced disciples, coveted women, and sacred treasures had inexplicably shifted allegiance. Nie Yong's dark charisma and unscrupulous tactics were unmatched. Using his void power and uncanny ability to copy the talents of others, he dismantled Yang Kai's influence piece by piece.Women who once revered Yang Kai for his undying spirit found themselves enchanted by Nie Yong's commanding presence and promises of strength. From the ethereal healer Lian Hua to the fierce archer Mei Lin, Nie Yong's harem grew—not by gentle persuasion, but by cunning manipulation and decisive power.Nie Yong did not stop at hearts. He infiltrated Yang Kai's inner circle, stealing or copying martial secrets, cultivation techniques, and forbidden knowledge that had taken Yang Kai lifetimes to cultivate. His system's copy ability, combined with sly deception, made him a living nightmare—a mirror image with twisted ambitions.The mountain's whispers named Nie Yong the "Shadow Fox"—cunning, ruthless, and impossible to pin down. No challenge was faced fairly; every victory was bought with trickery and every defeat of an adversary was a blow to Yang Kai's legacy.In the bustling courts of the sects, Nie Yong's name grew synonymous with power and fear. His dominance challenged the ideals many held dear—a rising star born from the darkness, stealing light and leaving rivals hollow.Yet, as his power grew, so did the internal corruption from Lilith's shadow. Nie Yong teetered on the edge—ruthless and unstoppable, but haunted by the price of the stolen strength.Yang Kai's resolve only hardened. Witnessing his women and disciples pulled away, his treasures lost, and his reputation challenged, he knew that this battle was no longer just for Martial Peak but for the soul of cultivation itself.The stage was set for a clash not just of fists, but of hearts and fates—a confrontation that would either shatter the mountain or forge a new, brutal order.