Chapter 1

The setting sun cast a thick, red glow, covering the vast city of the Yin Clan. The blood mist barrier above the city of the Yin Clan reflected a ghastly, nauseating red light under the sunset's bloody glow.

In the dark, dark red sky, the demonic secret treasure of the demon clan, the 'Blood Parrot,' slowly glided through the air, transmitted by the secret art of crossing realms. The 300-meter-diameter spherical Blood Parrot, with its dark green-black surface as smooth as a mirror, occasionally flashed a deep red light from the layers of demon clan talismans on its surface. The Blood Parrot, like the eye of a demon in legend, coldly and arrogantly overlooked the land.

It also overlooked the hunting team that had just returned to the city of the Yin Clan.

Led by six flying magic vehicles made entirely of pure metal, these large, blood-red vehicles, surrounded by dark night blood leopards, slowly dragged trails of dust across the ground. Behind these six vehicles, long ropes bound tens of thousands of ragged men, women, and children, who hurriedly followed the vehicles in panic and disarray.

Around these disheveled civilians, hundreds of Yin Clan knights, riding blood beasts nurtured by demon clan secrets, stood in neat rows, vigilantly scanning the surroundings. At the rear of this massive procession were another twelve flying magic vehicles.

At the entrance of the city of the Yin Clan, surrounded by a hundred-meter-high metal wall, the city gate, hundreds of meters wide, had two stepped pyramids standing on either side, each about a mile high. The pyramids, divided into nine levels from top to bottom, were each occupied by groups of Yin Clan warriors.

The lower-ranking blood slave warriors, holding various crystal-activated magic weapons and wearing dark red full-body combat armor, vigilantly surveyed the surroundings. The high-ranking members of the Yin Clan, dressed in blood-red, ancient, and slightly eerie robes, stood with their arms crossed, arrogantly scanning the ragged men, women, and children trailing behind the vehicles.

"A rare bountiful harvest!" A blood-robed boy, who looked no more than thirteen or fourteen, stood at the top of a pyramid, his eyes squinting with a cold sneer, his sharp gaze constantly scanning the faces of young girls his age. His pupils were slightly red, and a thread of evil power flowed in his eyes, allowing him to clearly identify the beautiful faces in the crowd from a distance of several miles.

"The one in the black windbreaker, and the one in the red skirt, clean them up and send them to my room!" In just a few breaths, the boy had found his satisfactory prey and laughed with delight.

An old man with white hair standing behind the boy laughed cruelly and cruelly, then bowed deeply.

With a low whistle, the flying magic vehicles slowly landed at the city entrance. The smooth, seamless bodies of the vehicles silently opened several doors, and a large group of Yin Clan warriors in dark red armor emerged from the vehicles, their shouts and curses echoing. The crowd tied to the vehicles behind them fell into chaos, with cries for their children and parents filling the air.

"Everyone, listen up, form a line here!"

"No chaos, no chaos! Form a line according to your family relationships!"

"You lowly scum, this is your good fortune!"

"This is the good fortune bestowed by our Yin Clan! No chaos, everyone form a line!"

"Seize your opportunity, anyone who moves or shouts will know the consequences!"

An old man, dressed in tattered black robes, filthy to the extreme, and with an oily face, screamed at the top of his lungs. As soon as the ropes binding him were untied, he waved a palm-sized silver cross and shouted, rushing out of the crowd.

"My children, do not believe these demons! They are bloodthirsty demons, luring you to fall with sweet, poisonous fruits! Do not believe these demons, you will become their food, their sacrifices, never believe them!"

Dozens of meters away, a Yin Clan warrior, bringing a gust of wind, leaped over the distance and arrived beside the ragged old man. He drew a black longsword, over four feet long and as thin as paper, and without hesitation, stabbed it into the old man's heart. The sharp sword silently pierced through the old man's body, causing his already emaciated body to wither and shrink, and all the blood in his body was drained in an instant.

The Yin Clan warrior withdrew the sword and snatched the silver cross from the old man's hand. He weighed the pure silver, ancient-looking cross in his palm and slowly walked to the long table set up at the entrance of the city.

Yin Xuege sat behind a long table, his body cold as he watched the withered, shriveled corpse of the old man on the ground. The old man's face was staring directly at Yin Xuege, his blank, hollow eyes filled with deep despair. Yin Xuege had seen countless faces like the old man's, withered, shriveled, and despairing, but he still felt a chill run through his body, making him shiver involuntarily.

The boy who had been on the pyramid, looking for his prey, had somehow appeared behind Yin Xuege. Seeing Yin Xuege's trembling body, the boy, clearly taller than Yin Xuege, shook his head and took a thumb-thick python skin whip from a Yin Clan member behind him. Without warning, he viciously lashed it at Yin Xuege's shoulder.

Intense pain suddenly surged, making Yin Xuege's face turn pale, his facial muscles twisting, making his young face look like a hideous demon. The python skin whip, made from the shed skin of a highly venomous 'Three-Headed Blue-Spotted Python,' was covered in sharp, raised scales. A large piece of Yin Xuege's blood-red robe was torn off, and a two-foot-long strip of flesh was ripped from his shoulder.

Blood slowly trickled from the wound, but after taking a deep breath, the blood flowed back into the wound, quickly being reabsorbed by the torn flesh. Yin Xuege's wound healed at a speed that would surprise ordinary people, and within a few breaths, the flesh that had been torn away had regrown.

Yin Xuege took a deep breath, forcing himself to endure the dizziness and the lingering pain from the whip, and stiffly stood up. Clenching his teeth, he slowly turned around, his eyes filled with endless hatred and coldness, staring at the boy who was still playing with the whip in his hand.

"Yin Xuejiao!" Yin Xuege spat out the boy's name, one word at a time.

Yin Xuejiao smirked, looking at Yin Xuege's pale face and trembling body, and shook his head disdainfully. He poked Yin Xuege's chest a few times with his index finger and leaned close to his ear, laughing softly, "A bastard is a bastard. Are you pitying these scum? You were born to mix with these scum!"

Laughing evilly, Yin Xuejiao straightened up, smirking and taunting, and beckoned to Yin Xuege with his finger.

"I just spotted two very nice girls. I'll be enjoying them soon!"

Yin Xuege's face turned bright red, and a faint red light flickered in his eyes.

Yin Xuejiao quickly stepped back, and several tall Yin Clan members quickly moved between the two. A middle-aged man with a sinister aura pressed his palm on Yin Xuege's shoulder, "Young Master Xuege, please understand your place. Don't make things difficult for us! Hey!"

The middle-aged man sneered, his fingers gripping Yin Xuege's shoulder so tightly that his bones creaked.

"That's right, exactly! Understand your place!" Yin Xuejiao grinned at Yin Xuege, a deep trace of fear flashing in his eyes, followed by a deliberately arrogant air, "You may bear the name of a direct descendant of the Yin Clan, but you must understand, you are just a bastard!"

Yin Xuege's body trembled violently, trying to break free from the middle-aged man's grip, but the other's strength was far superior, and his body remained immobile. The fingers gripping his shoulder made his shoulder blades creak under the strain.

Casually patting Yin Xuege's face, Yin Xuejiao turned and walked into the city.

"Complete your chores well, or you'll have a hard time in tomorrow's class. Ah, the poor bastard, while I enjoy those tender and lovely blood slaves, he can only eat sand and help register these scum."

"Ah, do you think this is too cruel? With so many blood slaves captured today, it will take most of the night to finish the registration. Won't he lose his cultivation time tonight? He'll fall behind even more, won't he?"

A wild and triumphant laugh echoed from afar, and Yin Xuege, watching Yin Xuejiao's arrogant back, felt his eyes almost bleed.

After Yin Xuejiao was far away, the middle-aged man who had been holding Yin Xuege let go, grinning insincerely, "Young Master Xuege, this isn't our fault! Last time, you almost bit off Young Master Xueao's neck, so we have to be cautious, right?"

He scanned Yin Xuege, who stood motionless, and said in a falsely concerned tone, "You should understand your place! Although you bear the name of a direct descendant of the Yin Clan, your status! Ha, why oppose the young masters? Just beg for mercy, kneel and kowtow to them, and it will be fine, won't it?"

"Ha, ha, hahaha!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly, then raised his head arrogantly, hands slowly behind his back, and swaggered away. The fully armed Yin Clan warriors bowed as he passed, emphasizing his arrogance and tyranny.

Yin Xuege stood in place, breathing heavily.

But his table was suddenly slammed by the Yin Clan warrior who had killed the old man. Impatiently, he pounded the table, "Young Master Xuege, please don't waste our time! Register this for me: I killed one heretic of the Light God Sect and seized one heretic magic weapon, two merits!"

Yin Xuege was stunned for a moment, then touched his injured shoulder and slowly sat back down.

Lifting his head, his eyes, devoid of any red light, looked coldly at the Yin Clan warrior. "Name, number, affiliation, and merits. Killed one heretic of the Light God Sect, ten family merit points; one low-grade heretic magic weapon, made of Chixuan Mingguang Silver, twenty family merit points!"

The sun gradually set, and a full moon quietly appeared. The Blood Parrot had completed its sky patrol and slowly glided across the sky again. The dark green-black Blood Parrot, emitting a faint red light, silently passed over the moon, appearing even more sinister and evil under the silver moonlight.

Occasionally, some members of the Yin Clan would look up, curiously examining this secret treasure that contained immense destructive power. In their view, countless hair-thin moonlight rays were constantly being absorbed by the Blood Parrot. Just like the members of the Yin Clan, the moonlight was also the source of energy for the Blood Parrot!

Under the moonlight, the Blood Parrot possessed a hundred times more destructive power than during the day.

Just like the members of the Yin Clan, under the moonlight and at night, they absorbed the essence of the moonlight, increasing their combat strength and cultivation speed several times, or even ten times, compared to the day. For the members of the Yin Clan, the moonlit night, especially a full moon night, was extremely precious. Any cultivation during a full moon night was enough to significantly improve the young members of the Yin Clan.

Yin Xuege, only eleven years old, was a genuine young member of the Yin Clan. Before the age of eighteen, the essence of the moonlight during a full moon night was as important to Yin Xuege as it was to any other young member of the Yin Clan.

The blood mist barrier that enveloped the entire city of the Yin Clan had dissipated, revealing the layers of buildings within. On the tops of the high towers and buildings, large groups of young members of the Yin Clan occupied advantageous positions, sitting cross-legged and greedily absorbing the essence of the moonlight.

Yin Xuejiao was also cultivating, sitting alone on the top of a 300-meter-high tower, surrounded by an array of dozens of fist-sized blood-colored gems. With the help of this mysterious array, a large amount of moonlight essence was absorbed, surrounding Yin Xuejiao, and the dense moonlight essence even condensed into visible mist.

The mysterious and strange innate Yin energy continuously infused Yin Xuejiao's body, and his handsome but arrogant face was filled with a satisfied smile. As the Yin energy refined his body, his physical strength continuously increased, his blood energy became more vigorous, and his soul power grew stronger.

But at the entrance of the city of the Yin Clan, twenty long tables were lined up, each with a blood-robed person sitting behind it. In front of their tables, twenty long lines of terrified men, women, and children stood trembling, slowly moving forward.

Among the twenty people behind the tables, only Yin Xuege was a young member, and only he had the status of a direct descendant of the Yin Clan! The others were all adults, and they were all external affairs officers of the Yin Clan. Only Yin Xuege was a young member, and he had no official position within the clan.

He was only temporarily 'borrowed' to help the 'understaffed' External Affairs Hall register the blood slaves captured that day. Unfortunately, the number of blood slaves captured that day was particularly high, and the number of external affairs officers was unusually low, so it would take the entire night to complete the registration.

A thick black ledger was placed in front of Yin Xuege, and he held a fine brush, quickly recording the names, identities, and family relationships of the new blood slaves in the ledger with blood-colored ink.

Yin Xuege wrote quickly, using his fastest speed to register the information of the blood slaves. But like countless full moon nights before, the number of blood slaves captured that day was particularly high, and despite his hands becoming numb, there was still a long line in front of him.

Just after completing the registration at Yin Xuege's table, a haggard young girl was roughly dragged into a small door beside the city gate by several Yin Clan warriors. Her clothes were stripped off, and her body was washed with icy, high-pressure water. White disinfectant powder rained down from above, causing the girl's eyes to sting painfully, and she screamed in agony.

Like livestock in a slaughterhouse, these registered blood slaves, after being disinfected, each received a white coarse cloth robe and then lined up to move into the deep, dark interior of the city of the Yin Clan.

Yin Xuege listened to the girl's sharp screams of pain, looked up at the full moon gradually tilting towards the west, and then at the still long line in front of him, and couldn't help but sigh lightly.

Although only eleven years old, Yin Xuege's sigh was filled with an indelible sense of沧桑 (cang桑) and sorrow. But if someone were to observe closely, they would see a flash of blood-red light, like molten lava, in Yin Xuege's eyes.

Yin Xuege's left hand was hidden in his sleeve, clenched into a fist under the table. The white skin under his hand revealed prominent blue veins and meridians, and his heart was filled with extreme hatred.

Just before the first rays of dawn, the blood mist barrier of the city of the Yin Clan silently spread again.

An external affairs chief of the Yin Clan appeared beside Yin Xuege, looking at him after a night of hard work, and lightly patted his shoulder.

"Young Master Xuege, are you tired? Go wash up, you have to attend the elders' class soon!"

His lips curled with malice, and the external affairs chief said lightly, "You've been busy all night, so you'll get two family merit points! Go to class quickly, don't be late!"

"By the way, it's said that Young Master Xuejiao and Young Master Xueao had breakthroughs yesterday, so the elders' class today is a combat class!"

Yin Xuege's hand suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were once again filled with疯狂 (feng狂) red light.

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