You Can't Even Beat Our Dog

"Mm, now that you have it, you should properly strengthen the Nine Serenity Deep Ground Python Clan. Honestly, as one of the three great clans of the Beast World, your clan has only a single Dou Sheng. You are not even worthy to carry the shoes of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan or the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan, who are also among the three great clans of the Beast World. You truly do not live up to your reputation."

Xiao Yan glanced disdainfully at Yao Ming.

"Cough, cough, wasn't that all caused by Yao Xiaotian and the Great Elder ruining things for hundreds of years? When my father was in charge, our clan had seven or eight Dou Shengs as well."

Yao Ming coughed sharply.

Of course, he knew that the true reason for the Nine Serenity Deep Ground Python Clan's decline was their lustful nature—they simply could not control their lower halves. But he was too embarrassed to expose his own clan's shortcomings, so he could only shift the blame onto the already dead Yao Xiaotian and Great Elder.

"Enough. Take me to the Yellow Spring Demon Saint's inheritance site."

Xiao Yan waved a hand.

"Yes, Master. Please follow me."

Yao Ming rose to his feet.

Yao Ming led Xiao Yan and Medusa through the depths of the Nether Snake Earth Vein for over ten minutes before finally landing atop a Blue Stone Altar that stood a full thousand zhang tall. At the altar's summit stood an ancient, pale-yellow Stone Stele.

The Stone Stele was roughly a hundred zhang in size. Its surface was engraved with many strange runes, and an unusual light flickered faintly across it, brimming with an ancient and mysterious aura.

"Master, this is the inheritance relic left in our clan by that great figure back