Easily crush the rebellion and prepare to leave! Bold Ji Lingxue!

The atmosphere in the ancestral hall was frozen solid, a thick smell of blood and deathly silence intertwined, making it hard to breathe.

Ji Wuya lay sprawled on the ground, his former prestige and arrogance long gone, replaced by a bone-deep terror.

He felt every inch of his bones wailing, as if in the next second, he would be completely crushed into a pulp by this unimaginable power.

How could this be?!

Why would a mere Ancient Spirit Dynasty suddenly produce a terrifying Spirit Transformation Realm existence?!

Ji Wuya stared in horror at the young man he had always treated as an ant, his mind a complete mess.

How did Ji Lingxue, this niece who had always been weak and incompetent, manage to cling to such a powerful backing?

Could it be… this was a trap set for this King?

Just as Ji Wuya was having a mental storm, wildly overthinking the situation, Lin Mo was already starting to feel a bit bored.

He withdrew the oppressive Aura that had dominated the hall, turned to look at the Phoenix eyes beside him that were sparkling with a strange light, and asked indifferently, “Lingxue, how do you want to deal with these people?”

One sentence, spoken lightly, yet it contained the absolute power of life and death.

Ji Lingxue’s delicate body trembled slightly, instantly understanding Lin Mo’s meaning.

He was… establishing her authority.

He was going to give her the power to deal with these rebels, so that after this upheaval, she could completely control the royal family, with no one daring to have ulterior motives!

Thinking of this, a warm current instantly surged through Ji Lingxue’s entire body.

She looked at Lin Mo gratefully, her tender feelings almost overflowing like water.

Then, she composed herself and looked at the terrified rebels on the ground, her clear and authoritative voice ringing out.

“Then I shall trouble Senior to cripple their cultivation.”

“Afterward, I will have them imprisoned in the Sky Prison, awaiting judgment.”

“Hmm, a small matter,” Lin Mo nodded.

With a slight thought, a black sword light emanating an Aura of deathly silence appeared out of thin air, flashing through the ancestral hall like a swimming fish, precisely piercing the Dantian of all the rebels present.

Puff, puff, puff… A series of faint popping sounds rang out, and the Golden Cores that those Golden Core Cultivators had painstakingly cultivated their entire lives were all reduced to dust at this moment.

As for Ji Wuya’s Nascent Soul, it didn't even manage to let out a scream before it was instantly annihilated and melted away by the black sword light, like ice and snow under the scorching sun.

“Ah… woo… woo woo…”

His cultivation gone, reduced to a cripple, Ji Wuya felt his world had completely collapsed.

He raised his head venomously, staring intently at Lin Mo and Ji Lingxue, emitting incomprehensible whimpers from his throat, seemingly wanting to curse, but due to his ruined tongue, he could only let out the wails of a defeated dog.

However, Lin Mo couldn't even be bothered to spare him a glance.

He was just a useless piece of trash, not worth any more of his attention.

Ji Lingxue looked at Ji Wuya’s miserable state, her heart equally devoid of any pity.

She knew very well that if Lin Mo hadn't been there today, her fate would have been a hundred or a thousand times more tragic than Ji Wuya’s.

The talk of crippling one’s cultivation to survive as a Mortal was nothing but Ji Wuya’s lies to trick her into giving him the Method of Imperial Destiny.

Once she lost her value, this ambitious King Uncle would definitely make her experience what Hell on earth truly was.

“Liu Fang!”

Seeing that the rebels had all been reduced to cripples, Ji Lingxue immediately let out a clear shout.

“Ah! Your Highness, your subordinate is here!”

Liu Fang, who had been on the verge of shock and ecstasy, jolted, snapped back to attention, and quickly bowed in response.

“Take people and escort all these rebels to the Sky Prison, guard them strictly, and hold a public trial on an appointed day!” Ji Lingxue ordered in an unquestionable, authoritative tone, fully displaying the demeanor of the Eldest Princess.

“Yes!”

Liu Fang loudly acknowledged the order, turned, and quickly departed.

In just a moment, she returned with a squad of royal guards and dragged away the rebels on the ground, who were as soft as mud, one by one.

Liu Fang even personally stepped forward, grabbed Ji Wuya’s hair, and forcibly dragged him up from the ground.

Feeling Heaven-Supporting King, who had once been high and mighty and often made things difficult for her and Your Highness, now being carried like a dead dog by her, Liu Fang couldn't express how excited she was!

Thirty years east of the river, thirty years west of the river!

Who would have thought that one day, this arrogant Nascent Soul King would meet such a fate!

And all of this was because of Senior Lin!

Liu Fang’s reverence and gratitude towards Lin Mo had reached its peak.

She knew that if it weren't for Lin Mo, then today, it would probably be her being dragged away like a dead dog!

Soon, the ancestral hall was restored to its original state by the guards, and even the bloodstains on the ground were washed clean.

Ji Lingxue also switched back from her authoritative mode.

She walked to Lin Mo’s side, a gentle smile on her face, and softly invited, “Senior, with matters here concluded, why not return to the royal palace with me to rest for a while?”

“No,” Lin Mo directly refused without thinking, “The purpose of my trip is achieved, and it’s time for me to return to the Sect.”

Are you kidding? Rest in the royal palace?

How uncomfortable.

It would be better to go back to the Sect and lie down, and check on how the Great Xia Dynasty is developing.

Hearing that he was leaving, Ji Lingxue’s recently brightened mood visibly darkened, her eyes filled with deep disappointment and reluctance.

She suddenly felt that with her charm, she might not be able to leave any trace in Lin Mo’s heart.

Lin Mo, seeing her like this, mistakenly thought she felt insecure and quickly comforted her, “Hey, it’s not like we’re parting forever and will never see each other again.”

“I am in Qingxuan Sect. If you encounter any insoluble problems in the future, you can always come to Qingxuan Sect to find me.”

“Qingxuan Sect?”

Ji Lingxue looked up, firmly engraving these three words into her heart, as if she wanted to carve them into her Soul.

“Yes! I remember!” She nodded heavily.

“Oh, right,” Lin Mo suddenly remembered something, “Although the Emperor said your Ancient Spirit Dynasty lacks foundation, I won’t go back on my promise to you.”

“Come, get ready.”

Saying that, Lin Mo extended his finger and gently tapped Ji Lingxue’s smooth forehead.

The next moment, a vast torrent of information, like an ocean of smoke, surged into Ji Lingxue’s mind.

The methods from the Sovereign Extreme World-Suppressing Scripture on how to condense national fortune and establish a destiny dynasty were individually extracted by Lin Mo and completely passed on to her.

After a long while, Ji Lingxue finally recovered from the profound and boundless methods. She looked at Lin Mo and bowed solemnly.

“Senior’s great kindness, Lingxue has no way to repay it!”

“In the future, if you have any commands, Senior, please speak. Lingxue will go through fire and water, without hesitation!”

This was no longer a simple thank you, but a vow almost akin to allegiance.

“Alright, alright, it’s not that exaggerated,” Lin Mo waved his hand, “Then I’ll be leaving.”

Before leaving, he couldn’t help but reiterate, “Remember, the Emperor’s warning is not false.”

“After obtaining the method, do not rush to achieve success and immediately establish a destiny dynasty. Instead, you must first accumulate national strength and proceed gradually.”

“Yes! Lingxue understands, and will definitely follow Senior’s advice!” Ji Lingxue’s face was filled with seriousness.

“That’s good.”

After Lin Mo finished his instructions and bid farewell to Ji Lingxue, he turned to leave.

But just as he turned, a soft small hand suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Lin Mo froze for a moment, subconsciously looking back.

And at that instant, a warm and soft touch lightly brushed his lips like a dragonfly touching water, then separated in a flash.

Lin Mo was stunned on the spot.

What the heck?

Was I… ambushed?

Before his CPU could process it, Ji Lingxue, whose pretty face was already flushed crimson, looked at him deeply.

Then, like a startled fawn, she swiftly darted past him, fleeing the ancestral hall without looking back.

Only a sentence, filled with endless shyness and anticipation, lingered softly in Lin Mo’s ears.

“Senior, once I quell the internal strife in the Dynasty, I will come to Qingxuan Sect to find you!”