Chapter 713: Chapter 709: Ancient Ceremony

Shen Yi naturally knew that the lady was worried about their Blood Emperor.

Shen Yi spoke, "Madam, this is a secret letter from the master, saying that we don’t need to worry about the Blood Clan, nor do we need to inquire about the Holy Mountain. The master says he will come personally to find the lady..."

The secret letter contained just a few simple words.

Telling her not to worry about anything, he would definitely come for her.

Su Muyao was indeed very worried about Shen Jinsuo.

But she also knew that her current strength was weak, and even returning to the Holy Mountain would be of no help.

It might even distract Shen Jinsuo.

It’s better to listen to him.

Besides, Di Fu Yuan also said that Shen Jinsuo had an Undying Body; he wouldn’t die.

Di Fu Yuan looked at Su Muyao’s furrowed brows and comforted her, "Don’t be too worried. The Holy Mountain is a place where the Blood Clan has lived for ages, with profound heritage and traditions—it’s not easy for something to go wrong."

Moreover, Shen Jinsuo, that person, is said to have fought his way out among a multitude of Pure-blooded Beastmen in the Blood Clan to become the Blood Emperor long ago.

Someone chose to attack the Holy Mountain when he returned, underestimating him is truly a foolish act.

Besides, looking at the little Ruirui before them, he could see that this child’s innate abilities were even more formidable than Shen Jinsuo’s.

Su Muyao returned and spent some time with Ruirui, then began to prepare her belongings.

Since she needed to go to the Taixu Secret Realm, she had to make preparations in advance in a nearby city.

In a place unseen by Su Muyao, Ruirui silently played with his toys. Probably due to his bad mood, a moment of force in his fingers caused a rush of blood-colored vicious energy to burst forth, directly digging a hole on the ground.

Ruirui was a bit flustered and quickly used a small shovel to flatten the soil on the ground.

Di Fu Yuan naturally saw this scene, standing idly by without saying anything.

Upon seeing him, Ruirui’s expression changed, "Father Fu Yuan, can you not tell my mother about this?"

When Di Fu Yuan heard the term "father," his expression softened, and he intentionally lowered his voice to ask, "Why?"

"I’m afraid my mother won’t like Ruirui."

"I... I don’t even know why I’m breaking things."

He was very scared. He felt like a monster.

He also liked drinking blood. He had previously drunk his mother’s blood and he was very scared.

Afraid his mother wouldn’t like him.

Father wouldn’t let him drink blood.

Would mother be afraid of him?

Di Fu Yuan patted the little one’s hair and said, "Don’t be afraid, you just didn’t control your power well."

This child being a Blood Beastman also means being an Evil Beastman, carrying innate evil and vicious energy. When young, these intrinsic powers are uncontrollable.

"Your mother loves you very much and won’t be afraid of you. When she sees you like this, she’ll just feel sorry."

Listening to these words, Ruirui seemed to relax a bit.

He scratched his head with his small hand, "Ruirui doesn’t want mother to worry."

"Mother is worried about father, not resting well, and still has lots to do. If she also worries about Ruirui, she’ll be even more exhausted."

The little one was quite sensible, knowing many things, and he cared deeply for and pitied Su Muyao.

Di Fu Yuan listened to these and watched him with a softer gaze.

"Come, I’ll teach you how to control your power."

Thus, while Su Muyao was busy, Di Fu Yuan personally taught Ruirui how to learn and control his power.

How to breathe and regulate energy, how to manipulate Blood-colored Superpowers.

Di Fu Yuan was indeed very strong and adept at teaching Ruirui.

In just one day, Ruirui began to admire and trust him greatly.

Started affectionately calling him Father Fu Yuan.

Di Fu Yuan liked this name very much.

Just because this name meant his relationship with his little girl was closer.

...

Holy Mountain

After the Luo Family, Fierce Beast Clan, and Blood Killing Pavilion attacked the Holy Mountain together, the mountain was shrouded in a blood-colored gang wind from the slaughter and gore, mixed with a violent aura.

The battle had already been raging for many days.

The stone steps of the Holy Mountain were covered with the corpses of Blood Clan Beastmen, their viscous blood flowing down the stairs, forming dark red streams.

This blood ignited the bloodthirst of the Blood Clan Beastmen, while it also drove some into a frenzy.

In the slaughter, many Blood Clan Beastmen had their Spirit Seas erupt, and during the fight with enemies, they were killed because of the Spirit Sea eruption.

The once solemn and revered Holy Land had long transformed into something else entirely.

Due to the sudden attack by three major forces, coupled with an internal traitor in the Blood Clan colluding from inside and outside, the Blood Clan Beastmen suffered severe casualties.

The sound of anguish and clashing blades echoed through the skies, even the air was thick with an overwhelming stench of blood.

In the attack on the Blood Clan, the three factions had also cooperated to seal off the area, preventing Shen Jinsuo’s Summoning Order from being dispatched.

Unable to summon back the Blood Clan experts outside.

Many Blood Shadow Guards and Blood Clan Elders and Stewards were out on missions.

Inside the Blood Clan, only some defending Blood Guards were left.

In the chaos, several Great Elders of the Fierce Beast Clan killed many Blood Clan Beastmen and came before Shen Jinsuo, attempting to thwart him.

Their eyes gleamed with a bloodthirsty vicious hue.

Then followed by five elders of the Luo Family, who held their family’s arcane Magic Artifact in hand, surrounded by killing intent, their robes fluttering on their own.

And the Pavilion Master of the Blood Killing Pavilion led his subordinates to charge forward.

The Pavilion Master wore a dark red robe adorned with unique Blood Clan totem patterns.

His killing intent seemed tangible, weighing down the air around him till almost solidifying.

"Shen Jinsuo, back when you, a mere little child, managed to become the Blood Emperor, you truly thought you could rule the Blood Clan indefinitely."

"This position of Blood Emperor is bound to be mine sooner or later."

The Pavilion Master’s voice was ruthless, his tone laced with intense hatred.

Years ago, when he was a Pure-blooded Beastman, the position of Blood Emperor was supposed to be his, but Shen Jinsuo took it away and nearly killed him.

Now, having finally awakened and regained his strength after lying dormant for long, he could return for revenge.

Shen Jinsuo stood quietly on the steps before the palace, looking down at these people, his long, enchanted eyes glinting with a cold, bloodthirsty chill.

"Even a defeated soldier dares to return."

"You’re the type who collaborates with foreign forces to harm your own clan, a disgrace who can never become Blood Emperor, even when returning."

The Pavilion Master was infuriated by these words, angrily retorting, "Seeking death."

In his rage, he was the first to unleash his most potent force, the Pure Blood Blood Clan’s superpower, carrying formidable Bloodline Power—the oppressive force pouring out as his superpower unleashed.

Many Blood Clan Beastmen were suddenly immobilized under this bloodline’s power.

Shen Jinsuo was naturally unaffected, his Pure Blood Superpower had long upgraded.

He snorted coldly, killing intent surging around him, as blood-colored Gang Qi erupted from his being, the Blood Clan’s most powerful superpower pouring forth without reservation, blood-colored patterns spread from his neck across his entire body, his pupils turning an even more enchanted blood-red shade, a force of oppression emanating from the depths of his bloodline sweeping across.

Directly countering the Pavilion Master’s oppressive force.

Without any unnecessary words, Shen Jinsuo’s form flickered, and he engaged these strong opponents, his blood-colored figure weaving through the battle, claws clashing with Mystic Artifacts, Gang Qi intertwined with killing intent, the roaring sound shook the Holy Mountain in a subtle tremor.

This intense battle continued for days and nights without respite.

Mountains and valleys changed colors, many parts of the Holy Mountain were destroyed, vegetation, even rocks were shattered by Gang Qi, the ground etched with countless intersecting crevices.

Shen Jinsuo single-handedly fought against the masters from the three major forces.

Amidst the fierce combat, Shen Jinsuo’s Blood Clan superpower grew increasingly ferocious, each move carried the potential to destroy the heavens and obliterate the earth.

From afar, he slew four protectors and two Great Elders of the Fierce Beast Clan.

As for the five Luo Family elders, three were dead, and the remaining two were gravely injured, their Spiritual Energy in disarray, blood constantly spilling from their lips, long since lost the initial arrogant swagger.

Only the Pavilion Master seemed unaffected, his aura utterly unperturbed.

Shen Jinsuo knew in his heart that he and the Pavilion Master were alike, both Blood Clan Pure-blooded Beastmen, robust in body, mighty in bloodline force, common attacks and even Blood Clan superpower couldn’t truly harm each other.

To completely annihilate the opponent, stronger, purer Blood Clan power—that of the real Blood Emperor—must be used.

Looking at the fallen clan members, feeling the Holy Mountain’s lament, a resolute light flashed in Shen Jinsuo’s eyes.

A voice echoed in his mind, "Ci’an, the ancient ceremony must be used."

If Su Muyao were here now, she would understand that this belonged to the voice once of Xuan Che.