Clair

By mixing the blood of Magic Beasts of corresponding attributes with Lei Mo's own blood, he inscribed the rune tattoos, using the ordinary blood of Saint Realm Magic Beasts for this batch.

As the runes activated, a tide of elemental energy swept through the main hall.

Although the seven individuals did not develop a mysterious mental connection with Lei Mo, they had absorbed his blood and felt much closer to him as a result.

They did not know why, simply attributing it to gratitude for Lei Mo's assistance.

"Tell me your feelings individually!"

Synthesizing the answers of the seven, Lei Mo analyzed that the blood of ordinary Saint Realm Magic Beasts was sufficient to unlock their cultivation talents.

The attributes of the Magic Beasts varied, as did the talents, though they did not differ much from their own battle aura attributes; it was also possible their innate talents were too low, having been overshadowed by the effects of the rune tattoos.

"Go find Torista and tell her to come to me."

The seven departed, and Torista arrived.

"What is the attribute of your battle aura? Demonstrate it for me!"

Lei Mo showed some favoritism toward Torista; fearing she might not know her own attribute, he simply asked her to display it.

"My battle aura is of the Light attribute."

As Torista spoke, she unleashed her battle aura—a very mediocre technique that could only accumulate power up to the sixth rank, after which further progress relied on breakthroughs.

"Take off your outer robe and sit cross-legged."

Lei Mo commanded directly.

Torista obediently removed her outer robe, but Lei Mo stopped her before she could continue.

At this moment, Torista was completely submissive to Lei Mo, her heart overflowing with fanatical worship.

With serious business at hand, Lei Mo took out a dozen drops of ordinary blood from a Saint Realm Holy Light Tiger and began the preparation in front of Torista.

He first added the corresponding medicinal powders, followed by other necessary materials and his own blood.

Torista stared at Lei Mo with her silver-gray eyes, focused and gentle, her gaze shimmering like water with a smile playing on her lips.

"Focus your mind; I am going to give you some anesthetic."

Lei Mo handed Torista a bottle of liquid that emitted a strange odor and produced a new hollow silver needle.

Lei Mo collected every silver needle after use, and once he had a sufficient quantity, he would sterilize them with fire-style magic.

Lei Mo knew only one Light-type rune—the Light Rune—which corresponded to the profound mysteries of the light element.

Time passed quickly, and with a "hum," the elements in the main hall began to condense frantically once more; this time, it was the light element.

"How do you feel, Torista?"

"I feel wonderful, My Lord! I feel as though I could break through to the seventh rank at any moment. Thank you, My Lord!"

This was followed by a gaze from her beautiful eyes that Lei Mo found a bit overwhelming; this was definitely sexual harassment!

Yet, he did not protest; instead, he enjoyed it, almost feeling the urge to humble-brag.

"Are there any other direct descendants of the Minair family that need to be cultivated?"

Lei Mo asked directly.

"No more, My Lord! There are only those eight; the others are merely warriors of lower strength, not worth your effort, My Lord."

Lei Mo closed his eyes and fell silent. For the next ten-plus days, he cultivated within Minair Manor, sometimes taking out Franklin to study the destruction runes upon it, and other times practicing martial arts in the garden.

Until, with a "boom," a sound of air being torn apart arrived.

"Bailey! Come out and die!"

A figure hovered above Minair Manor, drawing countless people to look up in wonder.

"Coriti?" A voice echoed into the mind of the figure in the air.

"Do you wish to fight in the city, or shall we go outside?" Lei Mo's voice followed.

"A mere ninth-rank is worthy of me going outside?"

The intruder was extremely arrogant, rejecting Lei Mo's proposal.

"Bill, protect Minair Manor!"

Lei Mo commanded the Divine Wind Bear via telepathy.

"Yes—Master!"

Clutching Franklin, Lei Mo vanished in an instant, reappearing just as quickly before the hovering figure.

"You are quite arrogant. Let me see if your strength is as sharp as your tongue!"

Not intending to give the man another chance to speak, Lei Mo shouted this and swung the Totem Pillar with all his might.

Lei Mo's signature move now was simply—smashing; smashing everything to pieces.

Ignoring defense and ignoring angles, Franklin would automatically correct the trajectory; it was a mindless way to fight.

"Boom—"

With just one strike, the figure was sent flying, crashing through a cluster of buildings.

Lei Mo flew forward, swung Franklin around, and slammed him down again!

"BOOM--RUMBLE--"

The spot where the figure had just crashed shook the earth and mountains, sending dust and smoke billowing into the air.

The area, already in shambles, was reduced to a complete pile of rubble and debris.

Whether there were innocent people inside or not, Lei Mo was no saint; if someone provoked him, they had to pay the price.

Even now, Lei Mo's anger remained unquenched. He surged his battle aura throughout his body and struck the ruins with another palm—

"BOOM--CRASH--"

The ground sank, creating a massive crater several dozen meters wide and six or seven meters deep.

At the bottom of the crater, a figure in tattered, blood-soaked clothes was already breathing his last.

"Your Excellency, please show mercy! Franklin has already been punished!"

A voice rang out, though the speaker did not appear, clearly wishing to avoid conflict with Lei Mo and merely interceding on his behalf.

"Spare him? On what grounds? Where does that leave my face?"

Lei Mo was not an arrogant man, but he was truly furious this time. He had protected the Minair family, yet he had posed no threat to the Coriti Clan. They had come at him with intent to kill, and if he didn't wipe them out, his mind would never be at peace.

"Sigh—Franklin was deceived by the juniors of his clan. If you do not kill him, he will deal with the Coriti Clan himself. He will vent your anger for you, my lord!"

"I can spare his life, but what about the compensation? And who are you, Excellency?"

Lei Mo's tone was not pleasant.

"My lord, my name is Keir, a half-elf just like Torista."

The voice came back, sounding somewhat humble, placing himself on the same level as Torista.

"The first king of the Keir Kingdom? Fine—I will give you face!"

For Torista's sake, Lei Mo did not strike again and even tossed out a drop of golden liquid to keep Franklin alive.

"SWOOSH--"

A figure flew in from the distance, descended into the crater to inspect Franklin's condition, and then bowed slightly toward Lei Mo.

"Thank you for the spiritual medicine, my lord. Franklin should be fine now."

With that, he picked up Franklin and flew away.

After returning, Lei Mo remained in the Minair family estate, ignoring outside affairs and focusing entirely on comprehending the Law of Destruction.

The outside world was buzzing with discussion about the battle that day.

"I wonder where the Minair family found such a peerless expert. Lord Franklin had absolutely no power to fight back against him."

"Torista must have traded her beauty for his help, right? Otherwise, how could it be?"

"I heard Torista serves this lord in his bed every night, using all sorts of tricks!"

Rumors flew everywhere, but Torista didn't care at all!

Torista felt extreme fanaticism and worship toward Lei Mo; she wished all the rumors were true!

How could she possibly refute them?

With the Minair family's indulgence, the rumors became increasingly outrageous.

The latest version of the rumors claimed that Torista had already given birth to several of his children.

Lei Mo truly admired those who spread such rumors; he had only been here for a little over a month, so even if he wanted to have children, there wouldn't have been enough time!

It wasn't until a royal decree arrived from the capital of the Keir Kingdom—appointing Torista as the Duchess of Kemar and renaming the Coriti Province to Minair Province.

The rumor-mongers and spreaders across the city were instantly silenced. Ah—this—this, the script isn't supposed to go like this!