167: Falling out

“Welcome back, Prince, after your great victory.”

On either side of the entrance, the neatly arrayed Witch Clan warriors clasped their fists in congratulations.

They were clad in black armor, their muscles bulging, their Bloodline Power immensely strong; any one of them, placed on the third level, could slaughter a vast area.

Gu Changsheng nodded, his gaze quickly sweeping over his surroundings.

Unlike the crude and chaotic Lower Realm, the third level.

The architecture here was grand and exquisite, spotless and well-ordered.

In the center stood a majestic stone statue with a human face and a Dragon body, intricate Strange Beast patterns carved into every scale.

It was precisely the Witch God worshipped by the Witch Clan!

At this moment, the human face exhaled mysterious clouds, which merged into the Void Realm, and the golden Bloodline within his body was nourished and strengthened at an imperceptible speed.

‘No wonder, in my memories, these Witch Clan members were unwilling to leave the fifth level…’

Gu Changsheng thought to himself.

His figure flashed, flying towards the central Yacha Royal Clan Ancestral Land.

Ancestral Land.

“Our Clan’s Prodigy has returned.

Was this journey smooth?”

A majestic man in a large beast robe said.

He was the Clan Chief of the Yacha Royal Clan, the Great Witch Yachan of the Dongxuan Realm.

“Everything went smoothly.

However…”

“However what?”

Gu Changsheng’s eyes showed suspicion and speculation, then he said in a deep voice: “This time I went to the Lower Realm and cleared out the rebels, but I didn’t find the mastermind.

Furthermore…”

A mystical light flashed in his hand, and a Refined Corpse head with dark, ferocious teeth floated in his palm.

“In the rebel army, there were many such creatures.

Yet, information about this creature has never appeared in the Witch Clan’s beast skin records.”

Before he came, Gu Changsheng already had a plan in mind.

Rather than fighting to the death himself and secretly searching for the Ancestor of the Yan Family’s whereabouts, it was better to overturn the table and let the Witch Clan deal with the headache.

As soon as he spoke, Yachan’s face darkened.

He took the Refined Corpse head, and surging Qi and blood energy from his palm poured into it.

Gradually, he frowned and withdrew his Qi and blood energy: “Indeed, there is not a trace of Witch Clan Bloodline within this creature’s body.

All living beings in this world are children of the Witch God, and more or less contain a trace of the Witch God’s Bloodline.

Only Extraterrestrial Demons are an exception.

It seems that invaders have infiltrated our Witch Clan World…”

The Qian Wu Secret Realm is considered a Middle Thousand Worlds, and historically, it has overlapped with other worlds several times, naturally having records of past wars.

Yachan seemed to think of something and said: “This matter is of utmost importance.

I will report it to the Sky Palace.

Remember, the news must not be leaked.”

“Yes.”

“Hmm,” Yachan was very satisfied with Gu Changsheng’s attitude, nodding: “You have performed meritorious service in suppressing the rebellion, and you have brought back even more crucial intelligence information.

You are rightly rewarded with three drops of ancestral golden Bloodline.

Go and retrieve them from the Ancestral Land’s treasury.

This time, even the Elder Council will have no excuse to stop you.”

The Yacha Royal Clan tribe itself was not a monolithic entity; wherever there were interests, there were naturally conflicts.

“Thank you, Clan Chief.”

Gu Changsheng sneered inwardly.

His figure shot towards the depths of the Ancestral Land.

A moment later, Gu Changsheng’s palm held three scorching drops of golden Bloodline, shimmering like mercury.

They contained abundant Qi and blood energy.

He tilted his head and swallowed, the ancestral Bloodline entering his abdomen and gradually merging with the golden Bloodline within his body, becoming profound and weighty.

His Qi and blood trembled, and a golden giant’s phantom appeared on his body.

“Now, even if I use the full power of the Witch Clan Bloodline to fight, I can sustain it for a long time.

After I eliminate the Ancestor of the Yan Family, I will challenge Gongsun Liang, obtain the qualification to enter the Sky Palace and receive the Legacy baptism, and seize the opportunity to search for the secret of creating source Bloodline.”

...Yunwu City.

A slaughterhouse.

Inside the iron cage, hundreds of one-horned thunder cattle exploded, their rich Qi and blood converging into a river, and wisps of Witch Clan Bloodline seeped out, enveloping Qian Ya in blood.

After a few breaths, the blood mist dissipated, and Qian Ya, as if she had taken a powerful tonic, felt the Supreme Bone within her body slowly wriggle, absorbing the remaining Bloodline Power.

“I didn’t expect that Yunwu City also kept a large number of Strange Beasts, specifically for slaughtering and eating their meat to boost Qi and blood.

The quality is a bit poor.

But by accumulating small amounts, the amount of Witch Blood gathered is much more efficient than hunting them one by one in the wild.”

Beside her, Le Xiaoyao frowned slightly and whispered, “Senior Sister, you have already consumed the Strange Beasts from eighteen slaughterhouses.

If we don’t leave soon, there might be a risk of exposure…”

“Don’t worry, we’ll eat for three more days, gather from thirty-six places, and then we’ll leave.

Besides, apart from the City Lord Yun Songlei, everyone else in this city is a useless person who can be killed with a flick of a hand, posing no threat at all.”

In recent days, Qian Ya felt that the Supreme Bone within her body was growing very quickly.

The only thing that annoyed her was that Yun Man kept pestering her, intentionally or unintentionally.

Yunwu City Lord’s Mansion.

“Has that woman still not accepted your courtship?”

Yun Songlei said with authority.

The father and son had taken a liking to Qian Ya’s Bloodline Power.

If they could produce an offspring, it would be even better.

Upon hearing this, Yun Man’s face darkened, and a hint of resentment flashed in his eyes: “That bitch doesn’t know what’s good for her.

She’s made excuses several times to put me off.”

“Useless!” Yun Songlei said contemptuously.

As he spoke, he pulled out a pink flower from his beast robe, emitting a faint, intoxicating fragrance.

“Tonight, we’ll host a banquet, grind this into powder, mix it into the wine, and have Qian Ya drink it.

By then… she won’t have a choice…”

Night.

“Thank you, City Lord, for your hospitality,” Qian Ya said.

“Haha, you’re welcome,” Yun Songlei laughed: “Qian Ya, what do you think of my Yunwu City?”

“It’s rich in resources, densely populated, and a rare great city in our Witch Clan World.”

“Haha, well said.” Yun Songlei suddenly changed the subject: “Qian Ya, would you be willing to become the future mistress of this city?

And rule this city together with my son, Yun Man.”

As soon as he spoke, the atmosphere froze.

Le Xiaoyao, who was beside them, quickly interjected: “City Lord Yun, my sister and I are out training.

Before we achieve success, we are not considering marriage.”

Suddenly, Le Xiaoyao frowned, feeling his body go limp and weak.

He looked down at the wine in front of him, feeling as if multiple illusions were appearing.

“This wine…”

Bang—

The banquet table exploded, leaving a mess.

A large group of Witch Clan elites emerged from both sides.

“This is not up to you…”

Yun Songlei sneered.

Yun Man, beside him, showed a lecherous gaze.

“My little beauty, don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you later…”

Qian Ya’s expression changed, her body felt a surge of weakness, but as her Bloodline Power circulated, that weakness quickly receded.

Since childhood, Gu Changsheng had made her undergo drug resistance tests, and coupled with the effect of her Supreme Bone Bloodline, ordinary drugs had no effect on her at all.

Bang—

Qian Ya’s Qi and blood erupted, and she threw a punch.

Instantly, Yun Man’s head exploded, splattering red and white brain matter onto Yun Songlei.

In an instant, everyone present was filled with shock.

Yun Man just died like that… Qian Ya grinned, revealing her clean white teeth: “Finally, some peace…”

“Villain! How dare you kill my son!”

Yun Songlei’s eyes were bloodshot, his Qi and blood surged wildly, a silver phantom appeared on his body, and his body suddenly grew taller, transforming into a three-zhang-tall giant.

“Die!”

A punch that pierced through the storm came, but Qian Ya showed a mocking expression.

The Supreme Bone in her chest shone brightly, and she fiercely threw a punch.

Her slender arm formed a stark contrast with Yun Songlei’s millstone-sized fist.

Bang—

The two fists met, erupting in a powerful airflow, and the ground cracked, creating countless fissures.

A figure flew backward, smashing through countless buildings.

“How is this possible!”

Yun Songlei climbed out of the rubble.

He was a Witch Clan powerhouse only half a step away from the Profound Cave Great Witch, and after activating his Bloodline Power, he was actually no match for a woman.