There was an old man running a small spiritual grain shop. He appeared frail and was surrounded by several Cultivators at the Qi Condensation stage, who were arguing loudly. It was clear that a heated dispute was taking place.

Lord Fifth approached quietly, his eyes gleaming with curiosity. He saw the old man trying to explain his situation to the angry Cultivators , but his voice was feeble compared to their booming tones. "These grains are all that remain of my family's treasure," the old man said in a trembling voice. "I need to sell them to treat my daughter."

But the Cultivators were not interested in his plight. They exchanged mocking glances, their expressions full of disdain. "We don't care about your sob stories, old man!" shouted one of them, who was at the sixth level of Qi Condensation, far stronger than the old man. "We want these grains at a price that suits us, or else...!"

One of the Cultivators , at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, shoved the old man roughly, saying, "Or maybe... we could just take them for free, right? The grains won't be of any use to you if you're dead!"

The other Cultivators laughed loudly, enjoying the humiliation of the old man. The old man tried to keep his balance, but he was trembling with fear and frustration. The air around them was thick with a dense spiritual energy, making it difficult for the old man to breathe, as he was only at the second level of Qi Condensation.

The Cultivators were using their strength to impose their will, trapping the old man in a situation he could not escape from. A heavy spiritual energy gathered around them, making the atmosphere in the market increasingly oppressive and stifling. The higher their cultivation levels, the denser their spiritual energy became, making it even harder for the old man to stand against them.

As Lord Fifth watched this scene, he felt a mix of amusement and interest. "What a bunch of bullies!" he muttered to himself with a sly grin. "But perhaps it's time to teach them a lesson in a... creative way."

He approached slowly, using his ability to conceal his presence so as not to draw attention immediately. He saw the Cultivators gathered closely together, talking loudly, while the old man struggled with all his might to hold onto his grains, his last treasure. "Please, understand, these grains are my last hope!" he tried to explain, but to no avail.

One of the Cultivators , at the fourth level of Qi Condensation, laughed loudly and said, "Hope? Your hope won't save you when you lack the strength to protect what's yours!"

The Cultivator raised his hand, aiming a fatal blow at the old man.

But at that moment, Lord Fifth stepped forward and shouted loudly, "Gentlemen! It seems you could use some entertainment!"

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Everyone turned to him, seeing this stranger confidently walking toward them. One of them, at the third level of Qi Condensation, said, "And who might you be? Do you wish to die as well?"

A tall young man appeared, with shiny black hair flowing in the wind, and eyes that reflected an unbounded chaotic intelligence. He wore simple, tattered clothes, but his movements were full of confidence, and his wide smile revealed his cunning nature.

Lord Fifth looked at the five human Cultivators before he smiled wickedly.

During his long imprisonment, he had come across the memory of a person who had accidentally entered the chaos. That person was a weak human Cultivator who had died quickly due to his low level. But before he collapsed, he left behind a strange idea that stuck in Lord Fifth's mind.

"Ah, yes..." he muttered to himself with a mocking smile, "That man was screaming so loudly, talking about a deadly weakness for humans... the buttocks! He said all humans collapse if their buttocks are struck!"

Lord Fifth thought deeply, convinced that this was the ultimate truth. "I have spent thousands of years developing this technique. Every move, every kick, every strike was aimed at one thing: perfecting the lethal buttocks strike!"

He couldn't help but laugh as he remembered how serious he had been in his training. He was planning to use this strike to defeat the Heavenly Emperor. "What a brilliant idea! Humans are so stupid, they haven't discovered this secret yet!"

And so, with his blatant ignorance of common sense, Lord Fifth decided to make the "buttocks strike" his deadly weapon to defeat any opponent who dared to stand in his way. "Let's see who dares to challenge my genius now!" he said, laughing uncontrollably, drawing the astonishment and curiosity of everyone around him.

As Lord Fifth stood in the middle of the market, laughing loudly and talking to himself about the "lethal buttocks strike," people and the five Cultivators began to look at him in amazement, as if they were seeing a crazy fool for the first time.

A passerby whispered to a man standing next to him, "Who is this madman? And why is he talking about buttocks?"

The other man replied, shaking his head, "I don't know, but he seems to have completely lost his mind. Maybe he took a blow to the head!"

An old woman selling fruit on the other side laughed and said, "Oh, my goodness! Since when was the buttocks a deadly weakness? This man needs lessons in common sense!"

Another Cultivator, staring at Lord Fifth, said, "I think he might be strong, but... why is he talking to himself like that?"

A young man laughed and said, "Maybe he thinks he's a genius! Or that he's discovered an ancient secret no one knows!"

Everyone burst into laughter while Lord Fifth continued his self-talk, oblivious to what was going on around him.

The leader of the evil Cultivators shouted, stepping forward toward **Lord Fifth** with angry steps, "You crazy stranger! This is no place for your nonsense and silly tricks you're talking about! We're not interested in your ridiculous moves or strange schemes!"

He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming with anger, and said in a voice mixed with murderous intent, "I'll give you just one chance: leave now before I have to teach you a lesson you'll never forget!"

Then he signaled to his men, who began to surround Lord Fifth, ready to attack. "If you don't leave now, you'll learn what it means to mess with real Cultivators in Qi Condensation!"

Lord Fifth stood in the middle of the market, smiling wickedly as the five Cultivators surrounded him. Their gazes were filled with anger and disdain, unaware that their Cultivators was none other than a chaotic being who had lived for thousands of years in absolute chaos. "Well, gentlemen, shall we begin?" Lord Fifth said with a sly smile.