Battle Through the Heavens: Oh no, I've become the succubus Xiao Yan!

The journey from the Tagor Desert to Canaan College involves traversing most of the territory of the Gamma Empire.

Xiao Yan, accompanied by Medusa, Little Fairy Doctor, and Qing Lin, traveled eastward. The Purple Crystal Winged Lion King circled in the sky, serving as their mount. Medusa was mostly silent, occasionally glancing at Xiao Yan with her pale purple snake eyes before looking away. Little Fairy Doctor and Qing Lin squeezed onto the lion's back, Qing Lin's small twin snakes coiled around her wrists, flicking their tongues as they admired the scenery, seemingly unbothered by the swaying.

The journey was peaceful until they passed through the territory of the Mohists.

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The Mo family is one of the four major families in the northeast of the Jia Ma Empire. Their eldest elder, Mo Cheng, is an outer sect steward of the Yunlan Sect, a five-star Dou Ling, and controls nearly 60% of the Mo family's businesses. With the Yunlan Sect as their backing, the Mo family can act with impunity in this region, and others avoid them like the plague.

When Xiao Yan and his group passed through the territory of the Mo family, they happened to run into the Mo family's servants bullying people.

A ragged old farmer knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse from shouting, "Master Mo, this year's harvest is really bad, could you please postpone the land rent...?"

"Slow down?" A steward dressed in brocade sat cross-legged in a grand chair, scoffing. "The Mo family's rule is that land rent can only be paid early, not late. Can't afford to pay? Then use your granddaughter as collateral."

The old farmer's face turned pale: "No! She's only twelve years old—"

"So what if she's twelve? She's perfect to be a maid in the manor." The steward waved his hand, and two burly men stepped forward and dragged a trembling little girl out from behind the old farmer.

"Let go of my grandfather!"

The little girl struggled desperately, but her thin arms were no match for the strong man's grip. The old farmer lunged forward to snatch his granddaughter back, but was kicked to the ground, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

The people around kept their heads down, some secretly wiping away tears, some clenching their fists, but no one dared to stand up.

The Mohists were the absolute rulers of this region. Who dared to defy them?

"stop."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Xiao Yan walked over from the other end of the street, his steps unhurried and his face expressionless.

The steward glanced at him sideways and sized him up—young, looking no more than fifteen or sixteen years old, accompanied by a white-haired woman and a thin girl, nothing special.

"Where did this pretty boy come from? Mind your own business!"

Xiao Yan ignored him, walked straight to the old farmer, squatted down, and helped him up.

"Sir, are you alright?"

"Young man, you should leave quickly..." the old farmer said anxiously, waving his hands. "You can't afford to offend the Mo family..."

"Can't afford to offend them?" Xiao Yan stood up and looked at the steward. "Release them."

The steward chuckled: "Who do you think you are? Daring to trespass on Mo family territory—"

He hadn't finished speaking.

A terrifying pressure emanated from Xiao Yan as he unfurled his Fire God Wings, causing everyone present to gasp in shock. The steward's smile froze on his face, his legs began to tremble, and his knees buckled uncontrollably. The surrounding servants fared even worse, kneeling on the ground, their faces deathly pale.

Battle Qi Transforms into Wings!

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This young man is actually a Battle King!

The steward's face turned green, but having served the Mo family for many years, he was no stranger to such situations. He forced himself to stay upright and, his lips trembling, revealed his last trump card: "You... even if you are a Dou Wang, you cannot touch the Mo family! My Grand Elder, Mo Cheng, is an outer sect steward of the Yunlan Sect! If you harm me, the Yunlan Sect will not stand idly by—"

Xiao Yan glanced at him.

Yunlan Sect. Ha.

"I'll say it again," the voice said softly, "release them."

The manager was still struggling: "You—"

Flames ignited in Xiao Yan's palm.

A blue fire lotus bloomed in the palm of the hand, its petals unfurling, blue light swirling around it, the temperature so high that the surrounding air seemed to distort.

This is clearly not an ordinary flame!

The steward's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. A Dou Wang cultivation level, and with a special flame—you couldn't find many like him, let alone in the Mo family, or even in the entire Jia Ma Empire! The Yunlan Sect? So what if it's the Yunlan Sect? The Mo family would probably be finished before the Yunlan Sect even arrives.

The manager could no longer hold on and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel down.

"Release...release them! Release them now!"

The strong men quickly let go, and the little girl cried as she rushed into the old farmer's arms.

-

This is not the end of the story.

The steward scrambled back to the Mo family home, and Mo Cheng arrived in person a dozen minutes later.

He was dressed in a dark-patterned brocade robe, followed by more than twenty elite members of the Mo family, all of whom were at least Battle Masters. The two old men at the front had powerful auras and were clearly at the Great Battle Master level.

Mo Cheng walked in the middle of the group, his pace neither hurried nor slow. He glanced at the groaning servants on the ground, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes—a Dou Wang was not to be trifled with. But he was an outer sect steward of the Yunlan Sect, and his five-star Dou Ling cultivation was like heaven in the land of these four major northeastern families. A Dou Wang of unknown origin was not enough to make him afraid.

"It's you?"

Xiao Yan looked at him.

Mo Cheng naturally didn't recognize him. But Xiao Yan did—he was an outer sect steward of the Yunlan Sect, one of the people who kidnapped Qing Lin in the original story. Although Qing Lin hadn't met with any misfortune in this life, the sins the Mo family had committed over the years were enough to overturn everything he had just witnessed.

"Do you admit that the Mohists seized fertile land, oppressed the people, abducted women, and established their own courts?"

Mo Cheng sneered, "On my Mo family's territory, these aren't crimes, they're rules. Kid, your Dou Wang cultivation is indeed not weak, but do you even recognize this?"

He raised his hand, and a token at his waist lit up, bearing the emblem of the Yunlan Sect.

"I, Mo Cheng, am an outer sect steward of the Yunlan Sect, and this token was bestowed upon me by the sect itself. If you stop now, I will pretend nothing happened. Otherwise—"

"Or what?"

"The Yunlan Sect is not something a junior like you can afford to offend."

Xiao Yan looked at the token and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

Yunlan Sect.

"An outer sect deacon of the Yunlan Sect," Xiao Yan said casually, "using this position to bully ordinary people, does the Yunlan Sect know about it?"

"Today, I am determined to annihilate the Mohist school!"

Mo Cheng's face darkened: "You're courting death!"

With a single palm strike, the Dou Qi of a five-star Dou Ling, enveloped in wind pressure, blasted towards Xiao Yan. The two elderly Great Dou Shi accompanying him followed closely behind, their Dou Qi attacking from different directions. More than twenty Dou Shi also joined the fray, their Dou Qi intertwining, creating a formidable spectacle.

In the Northeast, this kind of force would be enough to crush any opponent.

Xiao Yan simply raised his hand.

Azure flames surged from his palm, lotus petals unfurled, and collided head-on with Mo Cheng's battle aura. When a battle spirit's battle aura collides with a strange fire, it's no different from a snowball being thrown into lava; there's no room for struggle. Mo Cheng's battle aura evaporated the moment it touched the azure flames, and the flames rolled back along the meridians of his battle aura, scorching him so much that he groaned and staggered back three steps.

The two Grand Master elders were in no better shape; the heat of the azure flames penetrated their battle qi shields and burned their meridians, forcing them to dodge.

The combined attack of over twenty Dou Shi was more of a joke. Xiao Yan took a step forward, his Dou Qi surged spontaneously, and all Dou Qi protective shields within a three-zhang radius shattered like eggshells. Xiao Yan released the Azure Lotus Earth Core Flame, and everyone touched by it died in agony and wails.

Mo Cheng steadied himself and looked at the miserable state of his clansmen. The cold smile on his face could no longer be maintained.

A five-star Dou Ling is a figure of considerable importance among the four major families of Northeast China, and holds a place in the entire Jia Ma Empire. But against a Dou Wang, he couldn't even withstand a second move.

He gritted his teeth, flipped his palm, took out a pill, and popped it into his mouth, causing his battle qi to surge. This was an enhancement pill he had obtained before, which could forcefully raise his cultivation level by one step in a short period of time.

But it didn't work.

Xiao Yan's figure had already reached him.

He didn't even see how Xiao Yan got there; he only felt a blur before his eyes, and a hand was already on his shoulder. Azure flames seeped from that hand, drilling into the meridians on his shoulder.

Burning pain.

The flames precisely eroded the meridians of battle qi, inch by inch, slowly and steadily, causing excruciating pain.

"You...you can't kill me!" Mo Cheng's voice trembled. "I am an outer sect deacon of the Yunlan Sect—"

"Yunlan Sect," Xiao Yan said, his grip still on Xiao Yan's hand, "you keep mentioning it. Too bad, it doesn't scare me."

He released his grip. Mo Cheng was burned to ashes in no time. Xiao Yan thought it was too lenient to let the old dog die like that.