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"Now, let's quietly wait for the best opportunity to enter the space and see if we can subdue the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame." Mo Yu lifted his head, his gaze locked onto the distorted sky in the distance.
Terrifying heat waves continuously spread from the fractured space, and the frequency of the milky-white radiance appearing was increasing. As time passed, the desert below began to turn viscous, and the grains of sand gradually melted.
As the desert slowly transformed into magma, the sound of rushing wind became more frequent. More and more powerful experts were drawn to this place by the unusual phenomenon.
Thus, in just half an hour, the sky above was densely packed with numerous figures.
During this period of waiting, two of the Eight Ancient Clans—the Lei Clan and the Shi Clan—also arrived.
Mo Yu was not unfamiliar with the Lei Clan's arrivals. Leading them was none other than his fiancée, the Lei Clan's noble daughter, Lei Fei'er.
"Husband!"
Lei Fei'er had also noticed Mo Yu by now. She was dressed in a black lace dress, and the moment she saw him, her cold and stunningly beautiful face bloomed into a breathtaking smile.
Her three thousand strands of blue-black hair were casually tied with a purple ribbon, cascading down her back like a waterfall and draping over her slender waist. Beneath the black lace dress, her long, straight, snow-white legs were faintly visible, radiating an aura of absolute elegance and independence.
Two people accompanied Fei'er. One was a familiar face—Lei Yin, the once-renowned genius of the Lei Clan who had been defeated by Mo Yu.
The other was a completely unfamiliar figure—a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe with a stern expression. His face was serious and unyielding, exuding an imposing aura that made onlookers' hearts tremble.
The sudden arrival of the trio immediately drew numerous gazes. Many people swept their eyes over them, then whispered among themselves.
Those present were no ordinary individuals or factions. They naturally recognized the formidable strength of the Lei Clan. Though not as powerful as the Hun Clan or the Gu Clan, they were still a mighty force.
"Oh, even the Lei Clan has come. Looks like that brat's influence has grown even stronger," murmured the Deputy Chief of the Hall of Souls when he saw Fei'er and her group arrive.
As a bearer of the Lei Clan's divine bloodline and the master of Yuan Manor, Mo Yu had already established a significant presence in Central Plains—similar to how the Hall of Souls served the Hun Clan.
Though the higher-ups of the Hall of Souls had once suspected that Yuan Manor was only able to rise due to the full support of the Lei Clan, further investigation revealed that Mo Yu had built it entirely from scratch. Moreover, there was almost no trace of the Lei Clan's influence among Yuan Manor's powerful members.
Realizing this, even the Chief of the Hall of Souls couldn't help but regard Mo Yu with newfound respect. Although the Hall of Souls wielded great power in Central Plains, it had relied heavily on the secret support of the Hun Clan.
In contrast, Mo Yu, a mere youth, had established Yuan Manor, an organization that now rivaled the Hall of Souls in strength. His methods were truly terrifying.
The Chief's gaze lingered on Mo Yu for a moment before shifting to the black-robed middle-aged man beside Fei'er. A flicker of surprise flashed through his eyes as he remarked indifferently, "Lei Jizhou… I didn't expect the Lei Clan to send him this time."
"Lei Jizhou may be strong, but with the Chief's abilities, stopping him wouldn't be difficult," Hun Feng said, lifting his eyes slightly. "There is an agreement among the Ancient Clans that experts above Five-Star Dou Sheng cannot interfere at will. And within that same level, few can match the Chief."
"Those great figures may not have shown themselves, but they are undoubtedly watching," the Chief of the Hall of Souls said with a faint smile. He then lifted his head and gazed into the empty void, as if someone resided there unseen.
"Husband, you've finally become a Dou Sheng."
Standing before Mo Yu, Lei Fei'er's usual cold and noble face was adorned with a mesmerizing smile. Seeing this, both Lei Yin and the black-robed middle-aged man were momentarily stunned. Back in the Lei Clan, they had never seen Fei'er display such an expression.
Mo Yu also smiled upon seeing Fei'er. Although several years had passed since their last meeting, their bond had only deepened with time.
Thinking of this, Mo Yu reached out and took Fei'er's delicate hand. Ignoring the gazes of others, he pulled her into his embrace.
Fei'er responded with a gentle smile and did not resist. Instead, she nestled against Mo Yu's chest like a tender, affectionate woman.
For the proud and lofty Lei Fei'er, Mo Yu was likely the only man in the world who could make her willingly submit.
"Ahem, ahem. This is a public place. Mind your image."
Zi Yan, watching the scene, coughed twice and pouted.
Although Lei Fei'er had a noble background, Zi Yan, as the Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, was of equal status to the Lei Clan's Patriarch. Thus, she had no reservations about speaking up.
Hearing this, Fei'er's face turned slightly red, but she quickly regained her composure. She gently pulled away from Mo Yu's embrace and shifted her gaze toward Zi Yan, asking softly, "And this is?"
Seeing this, Mo Yu promptly introduced Zi Yan.
When Fei'er learned that Zi Yan was the current Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan, not only was she surprised, but even Lei Jizhou, standing beside her, showed a hint of astonishment.
The Ancient Void Dragon Clan was an even more powerful force than the Lei Clan. Although the disappearance of the previous Dragon Emperor had weakened their strength considerably, as long as the Dragon Emperor's bloodline remained, they would always be one of the continent's most dominant factions.
Lei Fei'er's gaze lingered on Zi Yan for a few extra seconds, and a subtle, unreadable expression flickered in her eyes.
From Zi Yan's earlier tone and attitude, it seemed that this Dragon Emperor harbored some romantic feelings for Mo Yu.
However, Fei'er was not surprised. Mo Yu's excellence was obvious to all, and it was not unusual for him to attract someone of Zi Yan's stature.
She had always believed that among all of Mo Yu's women, her identity as the Lei Clan's noble daughter was the highest. After all, Xiao Yu's Xiao Clan had long since declined. But now, with Zi Yan—a Dragon Emperor—standing before her, Fei'er's sense of superiority wavered slightly.
Even so, she understood Mo Yu's nature well. He had never cared about status or rank.
With that thought, Fei'er nodded slightly at Zi Yan before shifting her beautiful gaze to the elderly man behind Mo Yu. She respectfully greeted him as a junior, "This esteemed senior must be Elder She?"
Fei'er was well aware of Mo Yu's relationship with She Lao, so she treated the latter with great respect.
"Hehe, Mo Yu often mentions you in front of me, and Yu'er also misses you a lot," She Lao said with a chuckle, lifting his hands in a polite greeting toward Lei Fei'er.
In She Lao's heart, he had long regarded Mo Yu as his own junior. Whether it was Cai Lin, Xiao Yu, or Lei Fei'er, he treated them all equally.
"Dear, this is Elder Lei Jizhou of my Lei Clan. He accompanied me on this journey to investigate the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame," Lei Fei'er said with a charming smile, exchanging a few pleasantries with She Lao before introducing the middle-aged man in a black robe standing behind her to Mo Yu.
"Mo Yu greets Senior," Mo Yu nodded slightly before cupping his fists toward the man named Lei Jizhou.
This man's strength was even greater than that of the Northern Dragon King from before. He was likely a Four-Star Dou Sheng, an incredibly formidable powerhouse.
"Mo Yu, you possess the divine bloodline of my Lei Clan. If you have the time, you should visit the Lei Realm more often," Lei Jizhou spoke in a calm tone, not as stern as he initially seemed.
Hearing this, Mo Yu understood that the higher-ups of the Lei Clan were worried he might not acknowledge his identity as part of the clan. Thus, he nodded and replied, "I will. When I have time, I'll visit Fei'er often."
Hearing Mo Yu's words, Lei Fei'er smiled gently. In terms of beauty and grace, she was no less impressive than Xun'er standing beside her.
"Lei Jizhou, I didn't expect to see you here," a voice rang out. Not far away, Gu Nanhai, a powerhouse from the Gu Clan who had arrived with Xun'er, turned his gaze toward Lei Jizhou and spoke slowly.
As strong members of their respective clans, the two had little personal interaction but still knew each other.
"If even you, Gu Nanhai, are here, how could I not come and join the fun? Moreover, the Hall of Souls has been preparing to target Fei'er's husband recently. The patriach was worried, so he sent me to check on the situation," Lei Jizhou said indifferently. However, there was an unmistakable sense of distance in his words.
The destruction of the Ling Clan was widely believed to be the work of the Hun Clan and the Gu Clan. After all, only these two clans possessed the strength to silently eliminate a powerful ancient clan.
Though the Hun Clan was the primary suspect, it was not entirely impossible that the Gu Clan had a hand in it.
Thus, whether it was the Lei Clan, the Yan Clan, or other ancient clans, they all harbored a subtle sense of wariness and vigilance toward the Gu Clan.
Mo Yu could also see this lingering caution, but he did not defend the Gu Clan. As he saw it, there was no point in discussing this matter now.
"This is most likely the work of the Hun Clan. Their goal is to sow distrust among the ancient clans, preventing us from ever forming an alliance," Xun'er's beautiful eyes flickered as she glanced toward the three Hall of Souls leaders in the distance, her voice filled with resentment.
Beside her, Xiao Yan nodded heavily. His hatred for the Hun Clan was something that came from deep within his soul.
"Sorry, Xun'er. I also believe the Hun Clan was behind the Ling Clan's downfall, but I cannot decide matters for the Lei Clan. As for Elder Jizhou's stance…" Mo Yu spread his hands with a helpless smile.
Hearing this, Xun'er shook her head understandingly. "It's only natural. I don't blame you, Cousin Mo Yu."
Xiao Yan also waved his hand, indicating that he did not take it to heart.
"Yes, without evidence, no one will believe us..." Gu Nanhai sighed lightly before shaking his head, looking somewhat helpless.
Seeing that the topic was becoming pointless, Gu Nanhai didn't dwell on it. Instead, he glanced around the area and said, "With the Purifying Demonic Lotus Flame about to emerge, the Yao Clan and the Shi Clan will surely not be absent. I suspect they will arrive soon."
As soon as his voice fell, just moments after the Lei Clan's arrival, the sound of wind breaking through the air came from the horizon. Within the rushing gusts, a faint medicinal fragrance lingered.
"The Yao Clan is here."
Sensing this unique fluctuation, Mo Yu slightly raised an eyebrow.
"Whoosh!"
Under Mo Yu's watchful gaze, the distant space trembled slightly. Then, three figures flickered and, in an instant, appeared in this world under the gaze of the crowd.
The newcomers were three unfamiliar individuals—one man, one woman, and one elder.
The man wore luxurious brocade robes and had a strikingly handsome face, though tinged with a faint sense of cold arrogance. His lips were thin, carrying a hint of sharpness and cruelty.
Beside him stood a woman with long, flowing blue hair. Her delicate features were as cold as ice, exuding the aura of an aloof beauty.
As for the last person, an elderly man, he wore a traditional alchemist's robe. His hands were tucked into his sleeves, his eyes slightly narrowed, occasionally flashing with sharp brilliance.
"The young man is named Yao Tian. He is the most outstanding member of the younger generation in the Yao Clan. His soul power has already reached the late stage of the Heavenly Realm.
Moreover, he once consumed a rare pill that nearly advanced into a ninth-grade pill. As a result, his cultivation has reached the mid-One-Star Dou Sheng level. Among the Yao Clan, he is undoubtedly the most dazzling figure. Rumor has it that he has successfully refined a ninth-grade Treasure Pill before," Lei Fei'er whispered to Mo Yu.
Mo Yu nodded slightly. The ancient clans had boundless resources—if even a pig were nurtured by them, it could become a powerhouse, let alone these extraordinarily gifted individuals. Their achievements were naturally terrifying.
"The woman is his younger sister, Yao Ling. Though her cultivation is only at the beginner Ban Sheng level, her soul is extraordinary. Among the Yao Clan, she is regarded as the one with the highest potential to refine her soul power to the Di Realm."
"The old man is a highly esteemed elder of the Yao Clan, known as—"
Before Lei Fei'er could finish her sentence, Yao Lao's hoarse voice interjected, "Yao Wangui. He oversees punishment within the Yao Clan, holding immense power. With a single word, he can decide the life and death of clan members."
Mo Yu was startled before he suddenly realized something. Looking toward Yao Lao, he saw that the latter's body was trembling slightly, his gaze locked onto Yao Wangui with an intensity that revealed deep-seated hatred.
"Master?"
Xiao Yan immediately called out, gripping Yao Lao's arm. He could see that his master's emotions were far from stable.
"I'm fine." Yao Lao exhaled deeply and shook his head.
"Yao Lao and Yao Wangui... it seems there's some old grudge between them," Mo Yu muttered under his breath.
Yao Lao's fists clenched slightly. After a moment of silence, his hoarse voice carried a trace of bitterness. "Years ago, it was he who condemned me without discernment and cast me out of the clan with a single decree."
Hearing this, Xiao Yan's expression instantly darkened. He gently patted Yao Lao's arm before a sinister smile appeared on his face—one filled with killing intent.
"Master, I promise you—his life, I will take his life." Xiao Yan's voice was deep and resolute.
Hearing this, Mo Yu's eyes narrowed slightly. He then glanced at Yao Wangui and smirked coldly.
"Senior Yao Lao has taken care of me many times. If you need any help seeking revenge, just let me know."
Besides avenging Yao Lao, eliminating Yao Wangui—one of the high-ranking members of the Yao Clan—would surely yield great rewards. His body was likely filled with high-level pill recipes. Capturing or killing him could bring considerable benefits to Yuan Manor as well…
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