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

"Let's go, proceed according to plan."

Lin Mo was too lazy to waste time with these ants.

boom!

A shockwave erupted beneath our feet.

Lin Mo transformed into a dazzling stream of light, tearing through the clouds and disappearing from the spot.

Yu Ji remained suspended in mid-air.

Looking in the direction where Lin Mo disappeared, a complex emotion flashed in the purple fox's eyes.

She looked down at the foot that had just kicked Xia Jie.

Then I remembered Xia Jie's lewd face.

Nausea.

Extremely disgusting.

Back in the Heartless Sect, she treated those privileged young men who fawned over her like dogs, and never felt there was anything wrong with it.

Men are just stepping stones for her self-cultivation.

But today, the moment Xia Jie tried to touch her...

Her mind was filled with Lin Mo's face.

She was afraid Lin Mo would think she was dirty.

She was afraid that Lin Mo would abandon her.

Yu Ji bit her red lips tightly.

I am the Sect Master of the Heartless Sect!

The cultivation is about transcending emotions!

Slay all the faithless men in the world!

Now, I've actually developed this insecure and dependent feeling towards a man who's hundreds of years younger than me!

This is insane! Absolutely insane!

I was just using him!

Yes, the true essence of his Chaotic Saint Body is too tempting; I'm just lusting after his body!

This is called sexual exploitation! This is called an exchange of benefits!

It's definitely not some damned feeling!

Yu Ji frantically tried to brainwash herself in her mind.

But when I think of Lin Mo's domineering and arrogant appearance, and his undeniable strength in the Valley of Broken Souls, I can't help but think of him.

Yu Ji's heart skipped a beat.

"Ugh... you damn jerk..."

Yu Ji cursed under her breath.

With a flick of his wrist, he grabbed Xia Jie, who had been pricked in the buttocks, and transformed into a streak of purple light, giving chase.

……

Zhenbei City.

East of the city.

Lin Family Ancestral Hall.

This vast building was specially ordered to be preserved intact by Lin Mo when he decided to move to Zhenbei City.

The blue bricks and gray tiles create a solemn and dignified atmosphere.

There is a century-old locust tree in the courtyard, with lush branches and leaves that block out the sun.

The main hall doors were wide open.

Inside are ten memorial tablets with black backgrounds and gold characters.

The highest point is a piece.

Nine pieces are neatly arranged below.

Those were Lin Mo's father and his nine older brothers.

Whoosh-!

A golden light tore through the sky, accompanied by a terrifying sonic boom, and plummeted downwards.

boom!

The golden light crashed heavily onto the bluestone slabs in the courtyard of the ancestral hall.

The anticipated scene of earthquakes and flying debris did not materialize.

There was no blast wave.

There is no impact crater.

Not a single locust leaf was shaken off.

Lin Mo stood steadily in the center of the courtyard.

The bluestone slabs underfoot were perfectly intact, without even the slightest crack.

Lin Mo patted the hem of his clothes.

Not bad.

The control over the force is becoming more and more precise.

Previously, the power within my body was like a wild horse that had broken free of its reins, causing destruction at the drop of a hat.

Now, he can completely contain this violent chaotic true energy within his body, controlling it at will.

Ding-dong.

A clear, crisp bell rang out.

The purple light followed closely behind, landing behind Lin Mo.

She was barefoot, clutching a purple rope of true essence in her hand.

Below the rope, hanging upside down was Xia Jie, whose face was swollen like a pig's head and who had an arrow stuck in his buttocks.

"Throw it down."

Lin Mo didn't turn his head, his voice icy.

With a flick of her wrist, Yu Ji caused the purple rope to vanish instantly.

Pfft!

Xia Jie, in an extremely contorted position, face down, slammed heavily onto the hard bluestone slab.

A dull thud came from the bones.

The arrow on his buttocks trembled violently twice.

Lin Mo turned around.

He slowly walked up to Xia Jie.

Looking down at the man sprawled on the ground like a dead dog.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Only the wind rustling through the old locust tree made a soft, whispering sound.

Lin Mo remained silent.

The original owner's memories surged wildly in her mind like a flood bursting its banks.

The foremost military family in the Great Xia Dynasty.

Lin.

The entire family was loyal and brave, guarding the frontier for generations, and their prestige was known throughout the world.

Lin Mo's nine older brothers were all brilliant military strategists, unparalleled generals capable of taking the head of an enemy general amidst a vast army.

That year.

A great victory at the border.

The Northern Barbarian army was routed by the Lin family army and retreated three thousand miles.

The entire Great Xia was filled with jubilation, eagerly awaiting the triumphant return of their heroes.

But what the Lin family received was not an imperial edict granting them official rank and titles.

Instead, there were nine bodies lying horizontally.

The nine older brothers were secretly carried back to the capital.

He was poisoned, his meridians were severed, and he bled from all seven orifices.

The Lin family hadn't even had time to find out the truth, nor had they had time to grieve.

The old emperor's edict was then slammed down.

The nine sons of the Lin family retreated in the face of battle, betrayed their country, and caused the secrets of the front lines to be leaked.

Ironclad evidence.

The house was ransacked.

He was exiled to a border town.

It was a winter when water froze instantly.

The Lin family, consisting of over a hundred members, embarked on their journey of exile, burdened with heavy shackles.

The nine older brothers were already suffering from a deadly poison, and were further tormented by the cold and hunger.

Just a few months after arriving in Blackwind City, one after another, they died in that dilapidated thatched hut.

His father followed closely behind, and died in despair.

The nine older brothers and their father didn't even have a simple coffin; they could only be hastily buried in the wilderness.

He and his nine sisters-in-law, who had traveled from another time, were left all alone and helpless.

If it weren't for the awakening of the system, he and his nine sisters-in-law would probably have died in Blackwind City long ago.

And all this.

It's all thanks to this man on the ground.

The third prince, Xia Jie.

why.

Why would he nail a family of loyal and heroic generals to the pillar of shame for treason?

Lin Mo closed his eyes.

The overwhelming hatred that belonged to the original owner in his chest, the despair of watching his loved ones die tragically and being powerless to do anything about it.

At this moment, it transformed into a tangible killing intent, surging wildly through his blood.

He opened his eyes.

There was not a trace of warmth in his dark golden pupils.

We finally met.

Lin Mo raised his right foot.

The black boots landed precisely on Xia Jie's swollen face.

Hard.

crush.

The excruciating pain finally broke through the effects of the sleeping potion.

"ah--!"

Xia Jie let out a pig-like scream and suddenly opened his eyes.

What came into view was Lin Mo's expressionless face.

Xia Jie was stunned.

He covered his face, which had been trampled and deformed, and struggled to turn over.

The arrow wound on his buttocks was aggravated, and he let out another scream.

"Lin...Lin Mo?"

Xia Jie's eyes nearly popped out when he saw the person in front of him clearly.

Wasn't I in the central command tent? Wasn't I licking that vixen's feet? How did I end up here?

He looked around in horror.

Blue bricks and gray tiles, old locust trees.

There are also ten memorial tablets with black backgrounds and gold characters in the main hall.

The topmost piece reads "The Divine Tablet of Lin Xiaotian, the Late Father of the Lin Family".

The following nine pieces are arranged in order.

Xia Jie was startled.

The Lin Family Ancestral Hall!?

He was actually taken to the Lin Family Ancestral Hall!

"What...what do you want to do?"

Seeing Lin Mo's murderous intent and his god-like demeanor, Xia Jie felt a tremor in his heart and subconsciously shrank back.

"Lin Mo, I'm telling you, you'd better let me go right now! Otherwise, the 1.2 million troops outside Blackwater Pass will surely raze your Zhenbei City to the ground!"

Xia Jie attempted to intimidate Lin Mo with his trump card, roaring fiercely but inwardly, "If you dare to lay a finger on a hair on my head, I will exterminate your entire clan!"

"Nine generations of relatives?"

Lin Mo let out a cold laugh.

He pointed to the memorial tablets in the main hall.

"My Lin family, a whole family of loyal martyrs, more than a hundred people, were all wiped out by you long ago."

"You're talking to me about executing your entire family now?"