The Giant Trade Association Sect had granted the twins access to rare metals and herbs, but their success had sparked jealousy in nearby families and minor sects. Word spread that Michael and Matthew were creating weapons and elixirs of unmatched quality.
One morning, as they arrived at the workshop, a group of cultivators blocked the entrance. Their auras were strong but laced with hostility.
"You're taking resources meant for us," one sneered, his Qi crackling faintly around his fists. "We have claims here. Step aside."
Michael's eyes narrowed. "We have permission from the sect. These resources are allocated to us."
The man's expression darkened. "Permission is meaningless if power decides the outcome. Let's see if your reputation can protect you in practice."
Matthew stood beside Michael, Qi coiling subtly around his fingers. "We don't seek conflict—but we will not yield."
The dragon turtle stirred, its voice resonating in their minds. Conflict is inevitable. Use strength wisely, for reputation can protect you only temporarily.
Qi flared as the group attacked. Michael deflected the first wave effortlessly, while Matthew used subtle elixir-enhanced strikes to disarm and destabilize opponents. The duel was over quickly, but the message was clear: their rising influence was attracting enemies.
By the end of the confrontation, the aggressors retreated, nursing bruised egos and minor injuries. The twins' victory was noticed by other sect disciples, some impressed, some resentful.
The courtyard buzzed with whispers: "They are unstoppable… yet dangerous."