Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

Southern Xinjiang, Miao King's Palace.

The weather was so hot and humid, it felt like a giant steamer.

Xia Xiong, shirtless, lay sprawled on the large chair.

He held a palm-leaf fan in his hand and swung it around, making a whooshing sound.

His eyelids have been twitching uncontrollably for the past few days.

The left eye twitches, then the right eye twitches.

Ever since his daughter, who was like a leaky quilt, went to find another man, this old father's heart has been hanging in suspense, and he hasn't had a single day of peace.

"Your Highness! Your Highness!"

A series of hurried footsteps crashed in from outside the door, and Wenruo scrambled into the hall.

He lost one shoe while running, his official hat was askew on the back of his head, and he was covered in sweat.

Xia Xiong abruptly stopped holding the palm-leaf fan.

He jumped to his feet, his large, bell-like eyes wide with shock.

His gaze went straight past Wenruo and stared intently behind him.

empty.

There wasn't even a hair on it.

"Where's my precious daughter?!"

Xia Xiong strode forward and grabbed Wen Ruo by the collar.

With a single arm's effort, he lifted the gaunt old man into the air.

"Didn't you go to the North to chase someone?! Where is she?! You lost her?!"

Wenruo kicked wildly with his feet dangling in the air.

She clung tightly to Xia Xiong's arm with both hands, coughing so hard she could barely breathe.

"Your Highness...cough cough...put me down first...there's been a huge mess!"

"Even if the sky falls, nothing is more important than my daughter!"

Xia Xiong roared.

But he still loosened his grip and threw Wenruo to the ground.

Wenruo landed hard on his buttocks on the blue bricks.

Ignoring the pain in his tailbone, he quickly scrambled to his feet.

"Your Highness, the battle at Blackwater Pass is over, and Xia Yuan's 400,000-strong army... is gone!"

Xia Xiong just picked up his teacup to moisten his throat.

Upon hearing this, his wrist trembled.

The scalding hot tea splashed directly onto his crotch.

He was completely unaware.

His eyes were fixed on Wenruo.

"What nonsense are you spouting! Xia Yuan's 400,000 Xifeng Iron Cavalry are gone?"

"Did Lin Mo manage to hold out?"

"It's more than just holding on!"

Wenruo swallowed hard, recalling the scene from that day, and her legs immediately began to tremble.

"Xia Yuan's army wasn't even close to Blackwater Pass before they were completely slaughtered!"

"A head-on confrontation? How many casualties did the Zhenbei Army suffer?" Xia Xiong pressed.

"That's not important!" Wenruo waved her hands frantically, her emotions running high.

"Your Highness, you have no idea how that battle was fought!"

"It's not a battle between two armies!"

"It was Lin Mo all by himself! He single-handedly slaughtered hundreds of thousands of people in Xia Yuan like pigs!"

The whirring sound of the palm-leaf fans in the hall abruptly stopped.

The sweltering air seemed to solidify.

Xia Xiong stared at Wen Ruo with the same look he had on a patient suffering from hysteria.

He threw away the palm-leaf fan, walked over step by step, and placed his palm directly on Wenruo's forehead.

"You old rascal, did you get heatstroke on the way here and damage your brain?"

"One person defeats an army of 400,000?"

"Are you fucking telling me a story here?!"

Xia Xiong's voice was like thunder, causing dust to fall from the roof beams.

"Even if Lin Mo stood there chopping down 400,000 pigs, he'd still be chopping them down for three days and three nights!"

"Did he grow three heads and six arms, or did he summon heavenly soldiers and generals to descend to earth?!"

Seeing that Xia Xiong did not believe her, Wenruo was so anxious that she stomped her feet.

"Your Highness! It's absolutely true! I saw it with my own eyes!"

"He charged into the enemy ranks, threw a punch, and the air in front of him exploded!"

"Dozens of people didn't even have time to scream before they were turned into a cloud of blood mist with a 'bang'!"

"He rampaged through that army of hundreds of thousands, and Xia Yuan's battle formation was like paper, crumbling at the slightest touch!"

"The weapons struck him, clanging and clattering, but not even a white mark was left!"

Wenruo became more and more excited as she spoke, her words flowing rapidly.

"Xia Yuan's soldiers were all terrified, abandoning their armor and weapons, scrambling and screaming for their parents!"

"That's not a human, that's a living Yama!"

Xia Xiong's brows furrowed into a knot.

He knew Wenruo well; although the old man was usually timid, he would never dare to talk nonsense to him about such important military and national affairs.

"One man, using his bare body to withstand an army of hundreds of thousands..."

Xia Xiong paced back and forth in the hall, his footsteps making a thumping sound on the floor.

Suddenly, he stopped abruptly.

"Gu techniques! This kid definitely used some kind of evil, forbidden Gu!"

"Could it be some kind of blood-burning forbidden poison that can instantly drain all of a person's potential?"

"It's definitely not a curse."

Wenruo shook her head decisively.

"Even though I was far away, I could clearly feel the aura emanating from him—domineering, pure, and without a trace of the sinister energy of the Gu worms."

Wenruo paused for a moment, her tone becoming serious.

"Your Highness, do you still remember that kind of...secret killing technique recorded in ancient books?"

"They feed on blood and qi, and prove their Dao through killing."

"The more people I kill, the stronger my blood and energy become. I don't need any internal strength at all; I can dominate the world with just my physical body!"

"To prove one's path through killing?"

Xia Xiong's breath caught in his throat for a moment.

Where did Lin Mo learn this kind of evil technique that only exists in legends?

Images from ten years ago flashed uncontrollably through his mind.

The capital city, the Lin residence.

The little boy, whose skin was as fair as a girl's, held a string of candied hawthorns and followed his daughter around happily.

It would fall over with a gust of wind.

ten years.

Just ten years.

The weakling who wouldn't even dare kill a chicken back then has now become a living Yama who can tear apart an army of 400,000 with his bare hands.

The contrast was so stark that it made Xia Xiong's head buzz.

"Your Highness, there's more..." Wenruo's voice pulled him back to reality.

"Anything else?" Xia Xiong asked impatiently.

"Judging from the situation on the battlefield, the Gu master used the Corpse Puppet Gu. Later, he also used the Seven Deadly Gu on the princess."

"Corpse Puppet Gu?"

"Seven Deadly Gu?!"

Xia Xiong's expression changed instantly.

These two types of Gu are absolutely taboo in the Southern Frontier; ordinary Gu masters are not even qualified to hear their names.

"Are you sure it's the Seven Deadly Gu!?"

Xia Xiong strode over, grabbed Wen Ruo by the collar, his eyes instantly bloodshot, like a furious lion.

"How is Man'er? Has she been poisoned?"