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

Luo Xue, carrying a blood-red longsword, charged wildly through the ranks of Wanhun Sect guards.

There are no sword moves, only basic attacks.

With a single sword strike, the man and his magical weapon were cleaved in two.

You Ruo is even more exaggerated.

With his peak cultivation at the Integration Stage fully unleashed, he transformed into a black tornado.

The dagger slashed wildly through the crowd, blood spurting into the air like a fountain.

Lin Mo stood at the bottom of the sinkhole, watching the two women carry out a one-sided massacre.

"Tsk, this isn't the world of cultivation, it's clearly a fruit-cutting game."

He looked down at his feet.

The fat overseer in the green robe had shrunk to a skin and bones, becoming a dried-up corpse.

His eyes bulged out, his mouth was wide open, and a gurgling sound like a bellows leaking air came from his throat.

He's not completely dead yet.

Lin Mo shook his wrist.

"This Blood Demon Art is useful, but the special effects are a bit too eerie. If it were paired with background music, it would definitely look like a big boss making an appearance."

In less than the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

Thousands of Wanhun Sect guards were wiped out, and the mining area was littered with minced flesh and severed limbs.

You Ruo flicked the blood off the dagger, swayed, and landed obediently behind Lin Mo.

Luo Xue also walked over, sword in hand, her white hair stained with blood, the killing intent in her red eyes still lingering.

She glanced at the still twitching, desiccated corpse on the ground, and her tense shoulders relaxed.

The original talisman was not broken, and the old troops were preserved.

Luo Xue threw down the blood sword and strode over to the girl whose hand had been broken by the fat overseer.

He knelt down and took the girl's wrist.

Dark red true essence flowed into the girl's body through her fingertips, and the sound of bones cracking rang out as the broken bones quickly healed.

The girl was so frightened that she curled up in a ball and closed her eyes tightly.

Only when the pain subsided did she cautiously lift her eyelids.

What came into view was a pair of beautiful red eyes.

Looking further up, there was that face, so beautiful it could topple kingdoms, yet so cold and aloof.

The girl froze.

His lips trembled twice.

"Female... Empress?"

Luo Xue paused, but didn't reply.

The girl suddenly threw herself into Luo Xue's arms and burst into tears.

"Your Majesty! You're not dead! I knew you were alive!"

The crying sounded like a signal.

Hundreds of former Blood Demon Sect members, all wearing shackles, gathered around.

"It really is Her Majesty the Empress!"

"And there's also the Saintess You Ruo!"

"We're saved! The Blood Demon Sect is saved!"

A group of emaciated women knelt in the blood and wailed.

Luo Xue patted the girl's back, her eyes reddening.

She turned to look at Lin Mo, opened her mouth, but didn't know how to start speaking.

Just then, a gaunt old man missing an arm pushed through the crowd and walked unsteadily to the front.

The old man didn't look at Luo Xue, nor at You Ruo.

He stared intently at Lin Mo.

His gaze shifted back and forth between Lin Mo's face and the dried corpse on the ground.

"You...you are...?"

The old man stretched out his only remaining left hand and pointed at Lin Mo.

My fingers were shaking like a leaf.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Does this old man recognize me?

"Elder Li, do you know him?"

A middle-aged man next to him wiped away his tears and asked in confusion.

These hundreds of people were all outer disciples and lower-level managers of the Blood Demon Sect.

Even Luo Xue, the "Nine Netherworld Empress," is rarely seen, let alone the legendary founder of the sect.

Elder Li swallowed hard.

"Just now... the technique he used to drain this fat man's energy... it seems to be a technique from the Blood Origin Divine Art..."

The moment these words were spoken, the surroundings fell silent.

Hundreds of eyes were fixed on Lin Mo.

"impossible!"

The middle-aged man blurted it out.

"The Blood Origin Divine Technique is the supreme cultivation method of our Blood Demon Sect. Only the sect leaders of each generation can cultivate it. Apart from Her Majesty the Empress, how could anyone else in this world possibly know it?"

"Yes, Elder Li, are you sure you didn't see it wrong?"

Moreover, this person has black hair and black eyes, showing absolutely no characteristics of someone who cultivates the Blood Origin Divine Technique!

"Yes, yes, yes! The Empress practices this technique, and she has white hair and red eyes. It is said that the founder also had white hair and red eyes back then."

"But this... young master, he's fair-skinned and clean-cut; he looks like one of those hypocritical righteous people!"

Lin Mo's eyebrows twitched violently.

What kind of hypocrite is this?!

Everyone started talking at once, and the more they talked, the more suspicious they became of Lin Mo.

Several hot-tempered individuals even picked up the broken blades from the ground and stared at Lin Mo with wary expressions.

Elder Li was so anxious that he stomped his feet and waved his left hand wildly in the air.

"You guys don't know anything!"

"Back when I was cleaning the sect's scripture pavilion, I was fortunate enough to see a portrait of our patriarch!"

"Although the hair and eye colors are different, the facial features, the contours, the pretentiousness... the otherworldly aura! They're practically identical!"

Elder Li became more and more excited as he spoke, and with a thud, he knelt down in front of Lin Mo.

"You...you are the reincarnation of the patriarch?!"

The scene was deathly silent.

Hundreds of people were completely dumbfounded.

The founding master?

Reincarnation?

The plot jumps too far; the lower-level employees' brains can't quite process it.

The middle-aged man scratched his messy hair and looked at Luo Xue.

"Your Majesty, is what Elder Li said true? This young man... this young master, is he really the Ancestral Master?"

Swish!

Hundreds of gazes instantly turned to Luo Xue.

Luo Xue froze.

His hands stopped moving, and so did his breathing.

She looked into those pairs of eyes filled with expectation, doubt, and even fervor.

My head was buzzing.

How should I answer?

To say he is?

What if these people ask me later how I recognized the founder?

Could it be that he purified his deathly aura in that indescribable way?

The mighty Empress of the Nine Netherworlds was pinned down and rubbed against a bed of ice by a man, and then she was recognized as a descendant of her ancestors?

If word gets out, she might as well find a block of tofu and smash her head against it!

To say he isn't?

That brat You Ruo will definitely be the first to jump out and refute that.

Moreover, he did use a technique similar to the Blood Origin Divine Technique just now. What exactly happened?

Luo Xue bit her lip, her mind in turmoil.

"Master! Say something!"

You Ruo became anxious.

She rushed to Luo Xue's side, grabbed Luo Xue's arm, and shook it violently.

"Weren't you just in the stone chamber talking to the Patriarch...?"

"Shut up!"

Luo Xue was so frightened that she covered You Ruo's mouth.

You Ruo stared wide-eyed and made a whimpering sound.

The former subordinates around them looked at each other in bewilderment.

Inside the stone chamber?

What happened with the founder?

The middle-aged man stepped forward.

"Your Majesty, please give me a straight answer: is he truly the founder?"

Luo Xue was caught in a dilemma.

She secretly glanced at Lin Mo.

Lin Mo was looking at her with a half-smile, his expression seeming to say: Please begin your performance.

That bastard!

Luo Xue's back molars were practically grinding to powder.

She lowered her hand from You Ruo's and closed her eyes.

He nodded heavily, as if he had given up entirely.

"Yes."

It made less noise than a mosquito.

But in this mine where you could hear a pin drop, it sounded like a thunderclap.

boom!

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Elder Li was in tears, his head hitting the ground with a loud thud.

"Grandmaster! It really is the Grandmaster! Heaven has opened its eyes! My Blood Demon Sect is saved!"

The middle-aged man threw down the ritual implements in his hand, slammed his knees on the ground, and cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"Your grand-disciple pays homage to our patriarch! We beg our patriarch to grant us justice!"

Thump! Thump! Thump!

Hundreds of former members of the Blood Demon Sect, dressed in rags and covered in whip marks, knelt down in unison like wheat being harvested.

Cries, shouts, and the sound of kowtowing echoed throughout the sinkhole.

"The Heavenly Grace of Our Ancestor!"

"We beg our patriarch to slaughter all those bastards from the Myriad Souls Sect! And rebuild the Blood Demon Sect!"

You Ruo stood to the side, hands on her hips, chest puffed out.

Her pretty face beneath the veil was full of pride.

That posture seemed to say:

See, see, I told you it was my ancestor!

Luo Xue stood still, her toes digging frantically into the soles of her shoes at the three-bedroom apartment.

It’s over.

This is completely inexplicable.