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

After killing Mo Cheng and the others, Xiao Yan decided to go all the way and went straight to the Mo family's residence, burning it down. Of course, before burning the house, Xiao Yan also took the opportunity to confiscate the Mo family's assets.

It must be said that this family, having long been entrenched in the four northeastern provinces and backed by the Yunlan Sect, truly possesses a substantial fortune. Xiao Yan also found several rare medicinal herbs, as well as numerous high- and mid-level Xuan-rank fighting techniques and cultivation methods. These could be taken back to enrich the Xiao family's library.

They then arrived at the Mo family's dungeon and secret chamber.

The Mo family's dungeon was located beneath the woodshed in the backyard. The entrance was blocked by a heavy iron plate. Xiao Yan stepped on the plate, revealing dark, downward-facing steps. A damp, foul odor wafted out, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

He went downstairs.

The dungeon wasn't large, with six cells in total. Three were empty, and the other three were occupied. In the corner of the innermost cell, a disheveled man was curled up, his body wrapped in thick bandages. Dark red bloodstains seeped through the bandages, and a putrid stench emanated from him. As Xiao Yan approached, he could see more clearly—his right arm was significantly thicker than his left, with abnormal bluish-black bulges protruding from under his skin, as if something had been forcibly sewn into his flesh.

Those are the body tissues of a monster.

Xiao Yan squatted down and examined the arm closely in the dim light—the skin and muscles of the arm showed obvious signs of sutures, the stitches were rough, as if someone had forcibly sewn them on with hemp thread. Along the suture lines, the skin had turned black and ulcerated, the entire arm was swollen beyond recognition, and the fingernails were bent into hooks, making it no longer resemble a human hand.

In the next cell, a man sat against the wall, eyes closed, breathing weakly. His chest also bore large suture marks, and black scales could be vaguely seen beneath his skin, embedded in his muscles, as if the skin of some kind of serpentine beast had been transplanted onto his body.

Xiao Yan clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

Despite being mentally prepared, Xiao Yan still found it hard to accept that the Mo family was using living people to transplant magical beast bodies. This made Xiao Yan somewhat regretful; he should have given that old dog Mo Cheng all sorts of cruel tortures.

He turned and went out, taking a few clean robes and some medicine from the storeroom. When he returned, the man with the swollen arm had already woken up. His eyes were cloudy, and he stared at Xiao Yan for a long time, his lips moving slightly, his voice hoarse like sandpaper grinding iron: "Who... are you?"

"I rescued you." Xiao Yan squatted down and draped his outer robe over his shoulders. "Can you walk?"

The man looked down at his arm, which was no longer human-like, gave a bitter laugh, and forced an ugly smile: "This arm... I can't move it."

"Let's go outside first and talk about it later."

Xiao Yan turned around, flames igniting in his palm. The azure flames illuminated the entire dungeon corridor, the air distorted and warped under the intense heat, and the iron bars softened and turned red rapidly under the scorching heat of the strange fire, then bent and collapsed. Xiao Yan kicked away the molten iron bars and reached out to help the man up.

The other two cells were also rescued one after another. There were three people in total: one had his arm altered, one had scales embedded in his chest and abdomen, and a younger boy whose left calf had been replaced with the hind leg of some kind of magical beast, his foot bent like a claw, causing him to walk with a limp. Xiao Yan looked at them without saying a word, simply handing them their outer robes one by one, and then led everyone out of the dungeon.

Standing on the ground, the sunlight was so bright that the newly released prisoners could barely open their eyes. The youngest boy squatted on the ground, head down, motionless for a long time, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he were crying, or as if he had finally felt the light. Xiao Yan stood beside him, not urging him, and waited quietly for a while.

Xiao Yan returned all the land and property that the Mo family had seized over the years to the people, sent the women who had been abducted by the Mo family back home, and released all the people imprisoned in the Mo family's private prison.

Many of those released were ordinary people who had been captured by the Mo family to work as laborers. Their eyes were filled with gratitude and disbelief as they looked at Xiao Yan.

"Thank you so much, my benefactor! Thank you so much, my benefactor!"

"We will never forget your immense kindness and generosity!"

Xiao Yan waved his hand: "No need to thank me, just live a good life from now on."

Little Fairy Doctor stood behind him, watching his back, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

She loved him just the way he was. After helping someone, he'd wipe his hands, wave, and say "No need to thank me," as if he'd done something completely ordinary. His strength was never used to bully others, and when he protected people, there wasn't a trace of charity in it.

  

Qinglin tugged at Little Fairy Doctor's sleeve and whispered, "Sister, Brother Xiao Yan is so amazing."

"Yes, he's very capable."

"I want to become stronger in the future so I can help Brother Xiao Yan."

Little Fairy Doctor patted her head and smiled: "Yes, I will."

Medusa stood at a distance, arms crossed, observing coldly. In her eyes, a five-star Dou Ling was less than an ant, not worth her attention. However, her gaze towards Xiao Yan held a hint of contemplation.

This human was quite different from any of the powerful individuals she had ever encountered.

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After leaving the territory of the Mo family, the four continued eastward.

They spent most of their time traveling, occasionally setting up camp to rest. Qinglin had learned to command the little twin snakes, sending them to catch wild rabbits to roast, while Little Fairy Doctor sprinkled seasonings on the side. Her poison manual was not only effective at killing, but she was also an expert at identifying herbs. She casually picked a few wild herbs and sprinkled them on the roasted meat, making it much more fragrant than the meat Xiao Yan roasted with his Dou Qi.

Her cultivation progress was also quite rapid. Little Fairy Doctor had firmly established herself at the fifth level of the Great Dou Master realm. With the Flame of the God of Fire eliminating and absorbing the poisonous energy invading her body, her cultivation speed was two to three times faster than normal. Qing Lin broke through to the ninth level of Dou Qi, just one step away from becoming a Dou Zhe. The snake horde she had subdued also included several second- or third-tier venomous snakes. When they set up camp, they formed a circle, which made onlookers' scalps tingle, but she herself nestled in the snake pile and slept soundly.

Medusa didn't talk much, but would occasionally exchange a few words with Qinglin. The Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil could control serpentine magical beasts, which was a dangerous eye technique for the serpent-people race, but for Qinglin, a serpent-people hybrid, it was his most primal talent.

Xiao Yan walked at the head of the group, looking at the distant, continuous mountain range. Beyond that mountain range lay the heart of the Jia Ma Empire, and another ten days or so eastward would take them to Canaan Academy.

As the sun set, the four people cast long shadows. Xiao Yan glanced back and saw that the roads they had traveled—Wutan City, the Monster Mountain Range, Qingshan Town, and the Tagor Desert—had all shrunk to a thin line on the horizon.

He turned around, and Little Fairy Doctor had somehow caught up and was walking beside him without saying a word. Qinglin, riding on the back of the twin snakes, giggled in the afterglow, her laughter broken and intermittent by the wind. Medusa brought up the rear, her pale purple snake eyes reflecting the crimson light of the horizon.