He has been reincarnated through countless worlds, adorned with billions of mythological terms!

Yun Yi looked at the five old men arguing heatedly in front of him, his expression unchanged.

Just as he was about to speak, a muffled groan suddenly came from behind him.

Yun Yi turned his head.

Zhu Hongxing stood three steps away, one hand braced against the wall, his knuckles clenched so tightly they turned white.

The crimson flames on her body, which had just subsided, are now seeping out from under her skin again, like molten lava churning from the earth, impossible to suppress.

The crimson light in his pupils returned, thick and almost dripping with blood.

The five old men also noticed, stopped arguing at the same time, and their expressions changed.

"Oh no, Divine Bloodline Number 3 has gone berserk again!"

"The peeling wasn't thorough enough!"

"Quickly, prepare for the second surgery..."

Yun Yi ignored them.

He turned around and walked up to Zhu Hongxing, raising his hand to press on her wrist.

Zhu Hongxing looked down at him, a hint of struggle flashing in her crimson pupils.

"My son... hurry... Mom can't control herself..."

The sound was intermittent, like someone was fighting with something.

Yun Yi didn't speak, but simply pressed his palm against her skin.

Gods and demons devour the heavens.

An extremely subtle, almost imperceptible devouring force seeped into Zhu Hongxing's body from his palm, precisely locating the rampaging No. 3 divine blood, and gently enveloping it.

The crimson energy seemed to be soothed, its agitation quickly subsided, and it retreated back into the depths of its bloodline.

Zhu Hongxing's body suddenly relaxed, and he almost collapsed, but Yun Yi firmly supported him with his other hand.

His breathing gradually became steady, and the redness in his pupils slowly faded, returning to black.

The five old men were dumbfounded.

They couldn't sense what Yun Yi had done, but they could clearly see that the uncontrollable No. 3 Divine Blood in Zhu Hongxing's body was being pushed back down.

A six-year-old child.

Reach out and press.

They brought the rampaging God No. 3 back down.

The old man at the head of the group trembled, and his gaze toward Yun Yi changed from fanaticism to near awe.

Yun Yi ignored them.

He helped Zhu Hongxing lean against the wall, and after confirming that she was alright for the time being, he turned around and looked at the five old men again.

"I'll join the Zhu family, that's fine."

The sound wasn't loud, but it was very clear.

The five old men held their breath at the same time.

"But I have one request."

"You tell me, you tell me, whatever you want!" the old man in the lead said hurriedly, and the other four nodded vigorously.

Yun Yi looked at them.

"I want to become the head of the Zhu family."

The five old men were stunned.

"Now, immediately, right away."

Yun Yi added a sentence.

The five old faces froze at the same time.

silence.

A long silence followed.

The old man at the head of the group gave a dry laugh.

"Haha...Young master, you're quite the joker..."

He rubbed his hands together, bent over, and spoke in a tone like a child begging for candy.

"The position of family head is of course no problem. As long as you are willing to join the Zhu family, you will definitely be in charge from now on."

"But you're still young, so focus on your training first, and we'll get to you when you grow up..."

I'm talking about now.

Yun Yi interrupted him.

He stood there, his six-year-old body small and pitiful, but his dark eyes were frighteningly calm.

"Make way for me now."

He paused.

"Otherwise, I'll take my mom with me."

The smiles on the faces of the five old men froze simultaneously.

They glanced at each other and both understood the same thing.

This child is serious.

The old man at the head of the group opened his mouth, then closed it again, his expression changing repeatedly.

He glanced back at the other four, who were all exchanging meaningful glances.

He gritted his teeth and lowered his voice.

"You guys keep an eye on him, I'm going to make a phone call."

After saying that, he turned and left, his steps so fast it was as if he were fleeing.

The other four old men immediately surrounded Yun Yi and Zhu Hongxing, blocking them in the middle with stiff smiles and saying, "Young master, please wait a moment" and "It will be ready soon."

Yun Yi ignored them and only helped Zhu Hongxing up, letting her lean against him.

Zhu Hongxing was half-conscious, his head drooping on his shoulder, his breathing even.

The body temperature is still a bit high, but it's much better than before.

At the other end of the corridor.

The old man at the head of the group turned into the secret room, locked the door, took out a completely black communicator, and pressed the top button.

The communicator rang for a long time.

Then the call ended.

Hit again.

It's down again.

They continued playing, and this time the call wasn't disconnected.

Finally, an old and weary voice came out.

"You'd better have something really important to say, or I'll call you non-stop."

The old man swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he spoke.

"Elder...something terrible has happened."

"explain."

"Zhu Hongxing is back, with the child she adopted."

The other side remained silent for a second.

"She'll come back if she wants."

"I already know about the matter concerning Goddess Number 3. Let's keep her calm and prevent her from causing any major trouble..."

"no!"

The old man interrupted him and took a deep breath.

"That child... the child Zhu Hongxing adopted..."

He lowered his voice, as if he were talking about some huge secret.

"He has the blood of three gods in him."

There was silence on the other end of the communicator.

"Three," the old man repeated, "Number 7, Number 16, and Number 2."

There was still no response from the other end.

The old man swallowed.

"And just now, right in front of me, he reached out and pressed down on Zhu Hongxing's rampaging No. 3 Divine Blood, and put it back down."

A very soft gasp came through the communicator.

silence.

Silence again.

After a long time, the old voice rang out again, hoarse and strained.

Are you sure?

"I'm sure."

"Are you sure it's number 2?"

"Sure."

"Three divine bloodlines fused simultaneously, and a six-year-old child's physical body didn't collapse?"

"No, and he's at level six."

The old man added a sentence.

"He's only six years old, and at the sixth rank."

The communicator made the sound of something overturning.

Then came an even longer silence.

Finally, the aged voice sighed, filled with an indescribable weariness and relief.

"That's enough."

He said.

"The position of head of the family has always been vacant."

The old man was stunned.

You mean...

"Say yes."

The voice paused.

"Anyway, the patriarch died on the day the third god awoke, so this position was always empty."

"Nine out of ten direct descendants of the Zhu family died suddenly, and the rest are either useless or from collateral branches. It will be difficult to elect someone to take over in a short period of time."

"Since he wants to be it, let him be it."

His voice carried a self-deprecating tone.

"Anyway, the position of the head of the household is just for show now; it doesn't matter who sits there."

The old man opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he nodded silently.

"I see."

"but……"

The voice suddenly rang out again, this time with a more serious tone.

"Keep a close eye on him and write down everything about him."

"Three divine bloodlines, six years old and at the sixth level—such talent is unparalleled in the entire human empire."

"If he can truly grow up, it wouldn't be impossible for him to not only become the head of the family, but also to tie the entire Zhu family to him."

The old man took a deep breath.

"Yes."

He hung up the call, turned and walked out of the secret room, his face now calm again.

At the other end of the corridor, four old men were still praising Yun Yi, but Yun Yi remained expressionless as he supported Zhu Hongxing, not saying a word.

The old man at the head of the group strode over, and under the expectant gazes of his four companions, he bent down and bowed respectfully to Yun Yi.

"Young master."

He spoke, his voice clear and distinct, each word distinct.

"The Zhu family agrees to your request."

The four old men stared wide-eyed at the same time.

Yun Yi glanced at him.

"From this moment forward, you are the new head of the Zhu family."

The old man straightened up, his expression more serious than ever before.

"The entire Zhu family obeys your orders."