Chapter 162 The Progenitor of the Lolita Who Pretended to Be a Tiger While Eating a Pig

The candlelight flickered unsteadily.

Sensing the Soul Transformation aura on the other person, Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's heart trembled violently. He quickly retracted his Spiritual Qi and bowed respectfully.

"I do not know the Senior's name. May I ask what advice you have for making such a sudden visit to my Teng Family?"

Protector Yan hovered in mid-air, his eyes beneath the black robe flickering with a ghostly green light.

With a flash of his figure, he drifted down beside Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan and whispered a few words softly.

Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with disbelief.

"Is what you say true, Senior?!"

Protector Yan stood with his hands behind his back, letting out a smug, weird laugh.

"That is only natural."

"A mere tiny Holy Land is like a clay dog or a wooden chicken in the eyes of my Soul Hall; it can be destroyed with a single hand!"

"As long as your Teng Family obeys obediently and performs well."

"I guarantee that within a hundred years, your Teng Family will surely rank among the top-tier powers in the Eastern Region."

Although Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan knew that colluding with demonic cultivators was a capital crime punishable by the execution of his entire clan, the Teng Family was now like a candle in the wind. With no other path of retreat, he had to seek life in death!

People die for wealth, just as birds die for food.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, as long as one can survive, what distinction is there between the Righteous Path and the demonic path?

Thinking of this, a flash of ruthlessness crossed Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan's eyes.

He bent his knees and immediately performed a grand kneeling kowtow.

"I, Teng Huayuan, am willing to lead my entire clan to serve the Soul Hall like dogs and horses!"

"Even if it means going through mountains of blades and seas of fire, I will not refuse even if I die ten thousand times!"

Protector Yan looked at Old Ancestor Teng Huayuan, who was kneeling on the ground, and nodded with satisfaction.

"Very good."

"That Old Sect Leader Yun San of the Lanyun Sect does not know what is good for him and missed this Opportunity."

"You are much smarter than him."

Meanwhile, a mechanical sound suddenly rang out in Lin Xiao's Sea of Consciousness:

[Ding! Because the Host's actions have changed the original world line, the Soul Hall has changed its plan from supporting the Lanyun Sect to supporting the Teng Family. Please make the following choice, Host:]

[One: Let it be; allow the Soul Hall to continue to grow and develop in the Eastern Region and watch the situation evolve. Reward: 5000 villain points]

[Two: Justify the cause; use thunderous force to wipe out the entire Teng Family and kill the Soul Hall Protector. Reward: Killing Concept!]

Lin Xiao lowered his eyelids slightly, sneering in his heart:

"Soul Hall? You really are like ghosts that refuse to dissipate!"

Lin Xiao did not consider himself a Saint of the Righteous Path who was compassionate and sought to save the common people of the world.

But the Soul Hall had previously colluded with Ye Bufan to attack him, which already sealed their path to death.

Furthermore, if the Soul Hall were to truly stir up a bloody storm in the Eastern Region, the Primordial Holy Land could not possibly remain aloof.

Although he was a villain, he was a villain with flesh and blood.

The Holy Land was united, and they treated him well; he could not just watch the people of the Holy Land sacrifice themselves.

As a fellow villain, Lin Xiao's eyes had always only focused on those Sons of Luck who were favored by the Heavenly Dao and sought to put him to death.

But if he encountered blind peers jumping in his face, he would not mind teaching these villainous peers a good lesson.

A true villain should be unbridled and clear about grievances and gratitude.

They should put all plans out in the open and crush everything with absolute strength.

Instead of acting like rats in a gutter, only daring to hide and play with underhanded schemes that cannot see the light of day.

...

Primordial Holy Land, outside the Holy Masters Palace.

On the square paved with bluestone, Immortal mist curled about.

A little loli dressed in a smoky green gauze skirt was patrolling her territory like a lion.

Two iconic twin tails were tied on her head, swaying gently with her steps.

Despite looking petite and cute, she insisted on putting on an old and pretentious air.

Every Disciple who passed by stopped to salute.

"Disciple pays respects to the Old Ancestor!"

Ancestor Qin Ruozhi stopped, her gaze sweeping over this group of descendants bowing to her, and she nodded slightly.

"Hmm, you may all rise. The path of Cultivation is like sailing against the current; you must not covet comfort and waste your time."

"We will strictly follow the Old Ancestor's teachings!" everyone answered in unison.

Ancestor Qin Ruozhi nodded with great satisfaction, then continued to walk forward, taking steps with her short legs.

Although she had no Cultivation, this feeling of being revered by thousands and being treated like a living ancestor wherever she went was very satisfying to her.

It was not until her figure completely disappeared around the corner of the corridor that the few Disciples dared to raise their heads.

"Phew, the pressure on the Old Ancestor is too terrifying. Even just being glanced at, I felt my Divine Soul trembling."

Another Inner Sect Disciple, his eyes filled with awe, also lowered his voice and said:

"What do you think is the Old Ancestor's current Realm?"

A Disciple in green robes holding a folding fan next to them shook his fan, his tone certain.

"Does this need guessing? The Old Ancestor herself was a True Immortal who truly achieved Ascension to the Immortal Realm back then."

"This spiritual body she left behind using supreme secret arts must be at least Mahayana!"

"Mahayana? You all underestimate the Old Ancestor too much." Another slightly older Disciple snorted coldly, his eyes deep.

"The Old Ancestor's spiritual body has sat in the Secret Realm for tens of thousands of years, nourished day and night by the Luck of the Holy Land. Perhaps she has long since taken that final step and reached the Realm of a Half-Step True Immortal!"

Everyone could not help but gasp.

"Then in this Lower Realm where Immortals have gone extinct, can't our Primordial Holy Land walk sideways?"

The older Disciple shook his head, his tone grave.

"I think the Old Ancestor might have deliberately suppressed her Cultivation."

"If the Holy Land had not encountered a catastrophic disaster, she would never easily reveal her true strength to avoid attracting the backlash of the Heavenly Dao."

The crowd was thoughtful.

"Yes! No wonder the Old Ancestor never uses any Divine Ability when walking, keeping her Spiritual Qi restrained and not leaking a single bit; she must be avoiding the prying eyes of the Heavenly Dao above the Nine Heavens!"

"So that's it; the Old Ancestor really is far-sighted and has good intentions!"

"With the Old Ancestor guarding the Holy Land and a peerless Prodigy like the Saint, let alone the Eastern Region, even the Central State will sooner or later have a place for us!"

Everyone nodded in succession, deeply agreeing, and the look of reverence in their eyes grew even stronger.

At this time, Ancestor Qin Ruozhi had already returned to a room behind the Holy Masters Palace.

As soon as she entered the room, Ancestor Qin Ruozhi immediately revealed her true colors.

She kicked off her exquisite embroidered shoes randomly, her fair and tender little feet bare, and she sprawled out in a "big" shape.

"Sigh, day after day, acting is tiring me to death."

She rolled on the bed twice, grabbed a pillow and hugged it to her chest, a trace of resentment flashing in her eyes.

"That rebellious brat Lin Xiao! After becoming the Saint, he threw me to the back of his mind!"

"As a Junior, he doesn't even know how to come and visit this lonely Old Ancestor."

"What a waste of my Power of the Four Symbols!"

Thinking of the humiliating scene in the Secret Realm where Lin Xiao pressed her on his lap and spanked her, Ancestor Qin Ruozhi gritted her teeth in hatred.

She swung her pink fists and unleashed a flurry of crazy strikes at the quilt beneath her.

"Hateful, hateful, hateful!"

"It's all that heartless woman's fault; she ascended, so she ascended, but why didn't she let me Cultivate!"

"If I had Cultivation, I would definitely imprison that bastard Lin Xiao in my sleeping quarters and whip him fiercely for three days and three nights!"

"Let him know why flowers are so red and why a tiger's butt cannot be touched!"

Just as Ancestor Qin Ruozhi was venting her impotent rage on the bed, treating the quilt as Lin Xiao and ravaging it crazily.

Outside the house, a loud "boom" suddenly sounded.

Ancestor Qin Ruozhi was startled; she didn't even bother to put on her shoes and rushed out barefoot.

It was not just her; even Holy Master Liu Xuanyi, the masters of various peaks, and countless Elders were all alarmed by this movement, rushing out of their Immortal Caves and looking up at the sky.

They saw that above the Misty Peak, one of the twelve main peaks of the Holy Land, the wind and clouds were changing color.

The Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi within a radius of ten thousand miles was all drawn, turning into a visible five-colored tide of Spiritual Qi, crazily pouring back towards the Misty Peak.

Above the firmament, tribulation clouds rolled endlessly, and golden lightning rumbled.

Immediately after, a Dragon and Elephant hiss that shattered the firmament soared into the sky from the Misty Peak.

Golden light intertwined, and Dao patterns flowed.

A massive Dharma Idol hundreds of feet tall impressively condensed and took shape above the Misty Peak.

The Dharma Idol's whole body looked like it was cast from red gold divine light; it was awe-inspiring without anger, and the phantoms of Divine Beasts faintly circled around it.

The vast Heavenly Might, deep as an abyss and like a prison, pressed down so hard that the breathing of all the Disciples of the Primordial Holy Land stagnated.

Ancestor Qin Ruozhi's eyes widened, and her small mouth opened slightly.

That golden Dharma Idol, high above, overlooking all living beings, as if it could crush the world with a single finger, had features that were exactly the same as Lin Xiao's!