Three Thousand of the Xiao Clan Descend on Mystic City!

The Divine Capital.

The ancestral grounds of the Xiao Clan.

At the center lay a blood pool.

The blood in the pool was charred black and viscous. Bone fragments like grains of sand floated in the dark red froth, while sheets of human skin were wrapped into cocoon-like shapes. Eyelashes still clung to their rotting cheeks, and as the waves of blood tossed them about, ghastly white jawbones emerged.

Human spines jutted from cracks in the stone at the bottom of the pool. Their marrow had turned into scarlet threads that wrapped around each rib, with an eyeball trailing human sinews dangling from the end...

"Blood Ancestor!"

A figure in black robes, with a huge bloody claw mark on his back, called out from outside the pool.

"What is it?"

Bloop, bloop!

At the center of the blood pool, a blood-haired youth who looked about thirteen or fourteen rose from the viscous, charred-black blood.

He was thin, with pale skin and thin lips. He looked very young, yet there was something handsome and unnerving about him.

Many in this world likely had no idea that the Xiao Clan's Blood Ancestor looked like a youth.

The black-robed man took a deep breath. "Blood Ancestor, something... something serious has happened!"

"Speak."

"My son Tianyang went to Mystic City to collect the Ice Mystic crystal vein. He ran into a tough opponent and died. A hundred clansmen also lost their lives," the black-robed man said in a low voice. "Word has spread through the Divine Capital. Many people are watching the show and laughing at us."

"Oh."

Blood-red slowly welled up in the blood-haired youth's eyes.

He spat out two bloody words!

"Slaughter the city."

The black-robed man's brows twitched slightly. "Yes."

"Once that's done, hurry and prepare the goods for delivery to Nine Nether Purgatory."

After saying that, the blood-haired youth sank into the blood pool.

"Yes!"

The black-robed man gazed at the blood pool, a hint of fear deep in his eyes.

After leaving the ancestral grounds,

the black-robed man summoned an attendant.

"Notify the heads of the third, eighth, eleventh and seventeenth branches. Summon two hundred people at the Earth Yang Realm and three thousand clan guards," the black-robed man said.

"Such a large mobilization?" The attendant was taken aback.

"Those are just the forces we're sending openly. Set out as soon as they've assembled." Killing intent rose in the black-robed man's voice. "I'll go with them personally."

"Yes, Clan King!" The subordinate was shaken. "Where are we going?"

Bloodthirsty and indifferent, the black-robed man looked toward the south of the Divine Capital.

"Mystic City."

Mystic City.

"When I was young, I didn't know how good an older woman could be, and mistook Sister Su for a treasure!"

On the way home, the black wooden sword had turned into a little black beast. It called out gleefully in the carriage, in excellent spirits.

"We're almost there. Shut the hell up."

Dark lines covered Qi Lin's forehead as he drove the carriage into Pingyang District.

It was late at night.

In every household, the candles had gone out, and everyone had fallen sound asleep.

Not wanting to disturb them, Qi Lin slowed down and quietly returned to the ancestral hall.

"You didn't lose your chastity, did you?"

Suddenly, a strange voice sounded by his ear.

Qi Lin jumped in fright and turned around. His grandfather, Qi Tianji, had appeared at some unknown point and was smiling at him.

"You've got a screw loose too." Qi Lin was speechless.

Of course, if his grandfather were a sober-minded man, he wouldn't carry that "Tianji the Divine Fortune-Teller" banner around every day.

"Grandpa, is Xiao Tao'er all right?"

Qi Lin was still worried about her.

"I found another dozen or so Ice Mystic Pills at Green Jade Hall and distributed them among the villagers. Everyone will suffer much less." Qi Tianji stroked his long beard. "As for Xiao Tao'er, she was treated in time. After a period of rest and recovery, she'll have no problem growing up and marrying you."

"Grandpa, at your age, can't you be serious?"

Qi Lin felt much more at ease when he heard that, but he still had to complain.

"What the hell do you know? What pretty old lady would like a serious old man?"

As Qi Tianji spoke, he took out two jade boxes for Qi Lin, one white and one blue. "The white box contains Ice Mystic Pills. There are two in total."

"Why are you giving me these?" Qi Lin was stunned.

Qi Tianji rolled his eyes at him. "Fire Burning Disease burns the meridians and dantian. It treats everyone equally, and the stronger your cultivation, the worse the outbreak. Xiao Tao'er had an acute attack, and her poisoned blood sprayed all over you. Be careful."

Things had been urgent at the time, and Qi Lin had been busy saving her. Now that he thought back on it, he was indeed a little frightened.

He took the white box first.

Looking at the white box, Qi Tianji suddenly shook his head. "They say the All Beings Equal Disease treats everyone equally, but as long as there's a cure, what equality is there? Whether it's the mines or pill refining, the strong control them all. The weak spend everything they have on a fake pill, lose their entire fortune and their lives with it. Who can they turn to for justice?"

"So in this world, the only diseases are poverty and weakness." Qi Lin gritted his teeth.

Qi Tianji dropped the subject and handed the blue jade box to Qi Lin as well. "This Frost Formation Pill was found on Ye Jianxiong. Its quality is only average, but it's still worth a great deal. Try it and see if it can help you reach the Mystic Sea Realm Second Layer, True Essence Frost Descent."

"A Frost Formation Pill?"

Qi Lin's expression shook as he took it.

He knew that any pill in this world capable of aiding a breakthrough cost a sky-high price.

Things that expensive were hard to buy; robbing someone for them was easier.

Qi Lin had been poor for over three years, and now he couldn't help exclaiming, "It really is great having Grandpa looking out for me!"

"You poor child." Qi Tianji was a little embarrassed to hear it. "Don't worry. From now on, you'll only have more and more people looking out for you."

"All right, then I'll work hard so that one day I can look out for you all in return," Qi Lin said confidently.

"Pfft." Qi Tianji stifled a laugh. "How naive."

Inside the Qi Clan ancestral hall.

The ancestral hall now seemed to have been restored to its original state.

There were even ten new ancestral spirit tablets standing on the offering table.

Brand new, of course.

The ancestral spirit tablets are clearly in my hands. Why is Grandpa keeping up the disguise with fakes?

Qi Lin was a little puzzled.

"Junior! What are you standing there for? Control the heat! This evil beast is of great use to this venerable one!" the little black beast said.

"What use?" Qi Lin was stunned.

The moment he finished speaking, the little black beast suddenly let out a howl.

One of the small stone steles on its back abruptly began to tremble, and roars like those from an abyss rang out.

Crack, crack!

The grave inscriptions on the stele twisted violently, nearly collapsing. Even the little beast was hurt by it. Black-and-gold bloodline power surged over its body, and it rolled on the ground in pain.

"Spicy damn eggs! These seven Symbol God Twos have gone mad after seeing Symbol God One's Divine Vein refined!" Sweat poured off the little beast. "I reckon it won't be long before they really break out of prison. You'll be the first one they eat then!"

Qi Lin stared fixedly at the stele and couldn't help recalling the contents of the second page of the genealogy.

"Three hundred years before the Divine Heir calendar, the heavens sent down seven primordial horrors, called Hundun True Gods. Their forms were like mountains of flesh, without heads or feet, their bodies round as dark eggs and colored like congealed paste of filthy blood. Great mouths suddenly split open in the bellies of those mountains, stretching a thousand miles across, their uneven fangs like forests of peaks. Their bodies were harder than divine iron, and they smashed through mountains as though they were rotten wood. As their great mouths opened and closed, their suction formed a vortex, drawing in the myriad beings like a returning tide. Cities crumbled and all living things were swallowed up. They ate three meals a day, ten thousand people in a single meal..."

At that moment, those Hun Dun Gods, like enormous masses of flesh blotting out the sky, seemed to stand right before Qi Lin's eyes!

"So what should I do?" He gritted his teeth and looked at the little beast.