Chapter 355: Chapter 352: I’m Not in Love with Your Clan’s Saint Ancestor

A phantom of the Five Elements Tree appeared behind Mo Qi.

Countless blood-red veins snaked out from his body, crawling up the branches and dyeing the Five Elements Tree crimson.

A thick, baleful aura coiled around him, so dense it was almost tangible. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

A trickle of blood slid from the corner of Mo Qi’s mouth. Blood and tears mingled, dripping ceaselessly to the ground.

Mo Qi’s body trembled faintly, his complexion turning a ghastly pale.

His reaction took everyone by surprise.

Niu Kexin and Liu Ruyan, of course, were frantic, pacing around like ants on a hot pan.

If the Pig Emperor hadn’t been holding them back, they would have already pulled Mo Qi into an embrace to check on him and offer comfort.

The members of the Void Sect pushed aside their own grief, gathering around to watch Mo Qi with concern.

"Don’t worry. Mo the kid isn’t as fragile as you all think."

The Pig Emperor said, trying to reassure them, but the deep furrow of its brow revealed it wasn’t nearly as calm as it sounded.

’Sigh, the burden on Mo the kid’s shoulders is just too, too heavy!’ the Pig Emperor lamented to itself.

...

「Meanwhile, high above in the clouds.」

The little girl, Yan, stopped swinging her feet.

Her gaze traveled over countless miles, landing on Mo Qi’s face before slowly sliding down to rest on the glaring pool of crimson at his feet.

A violet glint flashed in the depths of her eyes, and in that instant, her entire demeanor changed.

In that moment, she was no longer a little girl, but the ruler of the Nether Race—Queen Mo Yan!

High above the heavens, countless violet thunderbolts crackled, radiating an immense, destructive aura.

"Ah Bai!"

With a mere flicker of her Divine Thought, Queen Mo Yan contacted her kinsman deep beneath the earth.

It was the same young man in white, with the same deep, expressionless look.

"That silly boy is crying for his Sect."

The young man in white opened his eyes. "Your orders, my Queen?"

Queen Mo Yan didn’t issue a command immediately. Instead, she asked, "What do you think of that silly boy?"

The young man in white paused to consider, his flat tone tinged with resolve. "What my Queen loves, I love."

"Then go get revenge for him."

"Yes. I’ll go myself," the young man in white said with a nod.

After Queen Mo Yan severed the connection, he turned to a kinsman beside him. "Locate that Flying Magical Artifact for me!"

...

Inside the Fortress-level Flying Magical Artifact, Xiao Zhize and Zhang Shao were huddled together, plotting how to exact the greatest possible revenge against Mo Qi.

"In another fifteen minutes, we’ll be out of the Mortal District. Zhang Shao, come with me to the Xiao Family. We won’t let you down."

Xiao Zhize’s eyes burned with fervor as he stared at the infant Wang Tumo in Zhang Shao’s arms.

Just a moment ago, he had used a Secret Technique to briefly assess Wang Tumo’s talent. It could only be described with a single word: monstrous.

’If the Xiao Family can acquire such a talent, we’re destined to become the next Huangfu Family!’

Zhang Shao showed neither joy nor concern. Just as he was about to offer some pleasantries, a soft, rhythmic scraping sound reached his ears.

The two men turned toward the sound and saw a strange young man dressed in white robes.

The young man sat nearby, an apple in one hand and a dagger in the other, intently carving away the peel.

Zhang Shao and Xiao Zhize were aghast. ’Who is this man? How did he get in?’

"You... Who are you?" Xiao Zhize demanded, frowning. A sense of unease crept over him.

He released his Divine Sense, but was shocked to find he couldn’t lock on to the young man at all. It was as if he didn’t even exist.

’What terrifying level of Cultivation would it take to do something like this?!’

The young man in white didn’t answer, nor did he even lift his head.

His expression was placid as he spoke. "I seem to recall the Queen decreed that outsiders are forbidden from using power at the Immortal Level or above in the Mortal District. Violators are to bear the consequences."

Xiao Zhize’s expression changed. "The Queen? You mean Queen Mo Yan?"

"You’re one of Queen Mo Yan’s people? A member of the Nether Race! How did you find us?"

Just then, a perfect, unbroken spiral of apple peel dropped into the young man’s palm.

He examined the apple’s flesh, now translucent as crystal, and spoke in a slow, deliberate tone. "There is no target the Nether Race cannot find. In the entire Mortal District, if the Queen wants someone dead, they die."

At these words, Xiao Zhize stumbled back in terror.

’He’d never imagined the Nether Race would actually hunt him down just for using Immortal Level Power.’

’What the hell, don’t they have anything better to do?’

He may have run his mouth about the Nether Race being in decline, a second-rate power, but that was only in comparison to the Human Race as a whole.

The Xiao Family, however, was just a single member of the Hall of Envoys. Before the might of the Nether Race, they were less than nothing, not even worthy of being called ants.

"You can’t touch me! If you kill me, you’ll be making an enemy of the entire Immortal Realm! Our Saint Ancestor will not forgive you!"

At this point, Xiao Zhize could only play the Immortal Realm and Saint Ancestor cards in a desperate attempt to scare off the young man.

’The Saint Ancestor? What a joke!’

In this world, nothing mattered to him except Queen Mo Yan. No person or thing could ever stir his heart.

For the first time, the young man in white raised his head and looked directly at Xiao Zhize.

He tossed aside the apple and dagger and snorted with contempt. "I don’t love your Saint Ancestor."

As the words left his mouth, he rose to his feet and advanced on Xiao Zhize, one step at a time.

He raised a hand, and a Sky-piercing Halberd materialized in his grasp.

"Stay back!" Xiao Zhize yelled, stumbling backward until he hit the outer wall of the Flying Magical Artifact, with nowhere left to run.

"Guards! Guards!"

He tried to summon his servants, but the young man’s next words extinguished his last glimmer of hope.

"Don’t bother screaming. They’re all dead."

Unseen, the Nether Race had already taken control of the entire Flying Magical Artifact. Every last one of Xiao Zhize’s servants had been slaughtered.

Xiao Zhize wanted to launch a desperate counterattack, to fight for that sliver of a chance to survive, but he found his Spiritual Energy was completely sealed. He couldn’t sense the Power of Heaven and Earth, let alone open his Storage Ring.

The gap in their power was simply too vast. There was no chance of escape.

"Zhang Shao, save me!"

Zhang Shao was now his last hope.

But Zhang Shao could only offer a bitter smile. He could barely save himself.

The young man in white raised his Sky-piercing Halberd. The tyrannical pulse of Energy made the entire Flying Magical Artifact shudder violently.

In that moment, Xiao Zhize could taste death.

His heart filled with bitter resentment, he glared at the young man. Finally, he steeled himself. Since death was certain, he might as well die like a man.

"You Nether Race are just a pack of rats who can’t stand the light of day! You’re only fit to sniff our Saint Ancestor’s farts!"

The word ’rats’ made the young man pause.

"Hah. Just like you, your Saint Ancestor does nothing but fart!"

The Sky-piercing Halberd fell. Xiao Zhize was instantly vaporized, so dead he couldn’t be any deader.

The massive Flying Magical Artifact was cleaved in two and began to plummet from the sky.

The aftershock of the Energy blast tore Zhang Shao’s physical body to pieces, obliterating even his soul.

The infant Wang Tumo, however, was spared. The young man in white caught him and held him in his arms.

’This little one is interesting. His constitution is actually compatible with Nether Energy. I’ll bring him back to the clan for the Queen to see. He might be of great use one day.’

The young man in white had no idea the infant’s name was "Wang Tumo."

Otherwise, the name "Tumo" alone—meaning "Demon-Slayer"—would have been a grave taboo against Queen Mo Yan. He would never have brought Wang Tumo back to the Nether Race, and the many interesting events that followed would never have happened.

PS: For anyone interested, you should check out the Chinese animated trilogy (it’s based on some characters from League of Legends) *Chao Shen Xueyuan* (Super God Gene), *Hei Jia* (Black Armor), and *Xiong Bing Lian* (The Black Troop). *Xiong Bing Lian* is especially awesome.

Some of the dialogue in them is classic, and this author couldn’t help but borrow a little. To my friends who’ve seen it, please don’t hate me, hahaha.

"North of the galaxy, my Yan is the fairest of them all; south of the galaxy, Liang Bing’s fire burns the brightest!"