As a wise man once said, "When people and wealth converge in one place, a new capital is born."

Standing on a hill outlooking a bustling city was a man in old, Taoist robes, sporting a long white beard as his eyes oozed wisdom. He observed the city undergoing rapid development in the past year and uttered the quote.

Following that, he removed his getup, revealing the familiar Compass Carburettor who then turned around and stared at the massive mountain nearby.

On its peak was now a gigantic building, observable from the city at the foot of the mountain.

Originally, the city was situated farther from the mountain. But the recent string of population influx caused the city to become saturated, creating a need for more land.

And when they wished to develop, they naturally sought the side closer to the mountain, for that was where the Royal Sect had been established. The closer they got to the foot of the mountain, the more expensive the land got. And of course, the land there had been 'legally' claimed by the Royal Sect and put up for auction.

The noble families from all over the continent fought each other to buy the overpriced land. As a result, the Royal Sect got more than enough capital to operate for a century easily.

The sheer number of workers hired to build the Royal Sect surpassed 50,000. It created a lot of chaos and mayhem as on the other side of the city was a massive slum where the workers stayed.

As too many people in power congregated in one place, not a day went by where there wasn't conflict in the city. Of course, Rass didn't care about that.

He was just one individual. He couldn't control so many people. Even if he armed his subordinates to the teeth and told them to open fire, nothing would change. Rather, they would be shooting their cash cow.

Compass Carburettor observed the chaos in the original city before gazing at the mountain, focusing on the Royal Sect, "He indeed built a legacy for himself."

With more than 50,000 workers operating around the shift, the Royal Sect had been completed within a year. Instead of using perishables like wood or materials requiring strict maintenance, Rass told them to work on rock instead.

And hence, the entire structure was wholly carved from rock and was transported up the mountain through sheer human effort. Rocks didn't need any maintenance, after all. They were naturally perfect for weathering out the climate for thousands of years.

That was how long Rass wished for his legacy to be passed down and maintained.

With a surplus of finds, he could practically do anything he wished.

With a thought, Compass Carburettor vanished and returned to being Rass's shadow, watching the latter working on an inscription created using his power. The material resembled Anthozoa's frame in structural integrity.

And on it, he had been inscribing details regarding a type of sword whose edges would be replenished by the acid and other toxic substances naturally produced by the human body.

There was plenty among the data he possessed that Rass could make zero sense about. Instead, he focused on the things that made sense, extracting knowledge that was already familiar with the Murim World as he tried his best to understand the remaining unknown parts in them.

Following that, he inscribed them on a massive board that he created using his power. There were dozens of such boards lying around and even more placed securely in the treasury.

"Leader, the bride from the Tang Family is here." One of his subordinates knocked on the door and spoke.

"Send her in." Rass said as he watched a lady enter, commenting the moment he laid eyes on her, "I thought I annihilated the Tang Family of Sichuan. That's surprising."

"I'm the sole survivor." The lady uttered coldly, emanating killing intent as she pulled out a hidden weapon, "And today, I'll exact revenge."

"Well, that and all is fine. But," Rass looked around nonchalantly, not even concerned about the assassination attempt, "Do you wish to rebuild the Tang Family?"

"What?" The lady was shocked for a moment that she just stood agape.

"Look at this." He said and handed her a board that he just finished inscribing.

"This is?" The lady muttered in confusion at the inscriptions, unable to make sense of anything.

Rass condensed an oddly shaped knife that seemed to be coated with a mysterious substance, speaking, "The human body produces a lot of toxins. Most of them, when brought out of the organs they are meant to exist within, will easily kill a human."

The lady's eyes shone with killing intent as she gritted her teeth in response, growling at Rass, "Are you mocking my family?"

"No, my goal is to only destroy Martial Artists." He said before walking within the range of her weapon, "If your goal is to just kill me, you can try. But I can say with assurance that you'll fail. Instead, if you wish to rebuild the Tang Family of Sichuan, you can use me to achieve it."

"My children will inherit my powers. But, they'll need to train to create even a single weapon." He patted the board in her hand, "Each of these boards contains the method to create an Orchard's Tool. There's only one board per tool."

"The ones regarding poison and hidden weapons, you can take them." He said, "Your family can then research upon them to create as many Orchard Tools as they please, just like the Tang Family that created varieties of poison Qi in the past."

"What the heck are you?" She glared at him. But by this point, her sense of purpose was exceeding her hatred. She wished to avenge her family, but at the same time, she didn't wish all records of her family to vanish from history. She wished to recover the glory her ancestors fought to maintain.

"The Orchard Ancestor." Rass winked, "I have in me information beyond what you can even fathom. But, you'll need to extract it out of me. And only an Orchard can successfully do so."

"The choice is yours."

"I'll kill you eventually." The lady said as she removed her clothes, engaging in the act of baby-making, as pretty much every other woman that had arrived before him had done so.

'He's a pitiful creature now.' Compass Carburettor thought upon noticing Rass didn't even display a hint of emotion throughout the act. He had just become a mechanical doll with the sole purpose of acting as a seed dispenser.