Chapter 2

Under the blood mist barrier, the city of the Yin clan was enveloped in a faint blood glow. The Eastern-style palaces with their bracketed eaves and the towering, strangely styled pyramids were mixed together, creating a bizarre and eerie yet inexplicably harmonious atmosphere. Large groups of the Yin clan members, with their handsome and delicate faces, exuding a pervasive yin energy and pale complexions, moved about. When they saw Yin Xuege walking briskly, they all gave silent, mocking smiles.

Countless cold smiles pierced Yin Xuege like flying daggers, making him shiver all over and forcing him to raise his head even higher. Under the malicious gazes and smiles, Yin Xuege hurried through the dark and deep city of the Yin clan. After a full quarter of an hour, he finally returned to his residence near the 'Zizidian' (Nursery Hall).

The Nursery Hall, also known as the Inheritance Hall, was where the Yin clan taught their young members various magical techniques and cultivation secrets. All clan members under the age of eighteen, regardless of their background, had to live in the dormitories near the Nursery Hall.

A dormitory area spanning over ten miles, with thousands of uniformly styled two-story buildings, squatted under the twisted tree shadows like blood-drained monsters. The building where Yin Xuege lived was in the most remote corner of the dormitory area, farthest from the Nursery Hall, and it was also the most dilapidated of all the buildings.

Moreover, whether intentionally or unintentionally, dozens of buildings near Yin Xuege's were left unoccupied, and even the nearest few buildings had been leveled to the ground, isolating Yin Xuege's residence from the rest of the Nursery Hall dormitories.

Without looking around, Yin Xuege entered his residence, quickly wiped his body, and changed into a tight leather outfit. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in the bathroom, he slapped his cheeks hard and then stared quietly at his reflection.

Tall and slender, he was a head taller than the average eleven-year-old boy. His face, not yet fully developed, bore a hint of the sinister and deadly seriousness that should not belong to a boy his age. His handsome face made even himself feel a bit unfamiliar.

His smooth, long hair was tied back with a blood-red ribbon, and two long strands fell over his forehead, partially covering his slightly dark red eyes. Yin Xuege lifted a strand of hair, squinted one eye, and his pupils rapidly dilated and contracted. After repeating this about seven or eight times, his pupils suddenly turned into a sharp, blood-red dot.

The blood-red dot in his eyes lasted for three seconds before quickly disappearing without a trace.

Clenching his teeth, he gave a strange, mocking smile, shook his head in disdain, and spat on the ground.

"Yin clan's direct descendant? Who cares about this monster-like bloodline? Yin clan, Yin clan, Yin clan!"

Recalling the arrogant and domineering laughter of Yin Xuejiao from last night, and the relentless oppression and secret machinations by Yin Xuejiao and Yin Xueao, the other direct descendants of the Yin clan over the past few years, Yin Xuege's face became even paler, almost translucent. The blood-red light in his eyes grew more intense, and even the small bathroom gradually filled with a faint, bloody smell.

"Monsters! The so-called Yin clan are all monsters! You are just a bunch of monsters!"

At that moment, a low drumbeat echoed from the Nursery Hall near the dormitory area. The war drum, made from the skin of the legendary son of the Thunder God, produced a deep, rolling sound that seemed to penetrate directly into the depths of the brain, causing Yin Xuege's body to tremble.

This was the first of three drumbeats before the Nursery Hall's classes began. After the third drumbeat, any young members who had not appeared in the Nursery Hall would be severely punished according to the clan's rules, a punishment that no sane person would want to experience.

Yin Xuege reined in the blood-red light in his eyes, turned, and dashed towards the Nursery Hall, his body tearing through the air with a long, crisp sound like tearing silk.

The Nursery Hall stood to the north of the dormitory area, a bizarre and eclectic building.

A nine-tiered, dark red, stepped pyramid, undoubtedly a style from a foreign land, towered like a small mountain at the end of a ten-mile square plaza, grand and imposing, exuding a powerful aura. The blood-red lamps adorning the pyramid made it appear even more eerie and sinister, deterring people from approaching.

Originally a purely foreign-style building, a hundred-meter-tall statue of the Eastern mythological great sage Nuwa, with a human head and snake body, stood at the entrance of the pyramid. Nuwa held a strange long sword in her left hand, but her right hand supported a dark red bat!

The foreign-style stepped pyramid, the statue of the Eastern mythological great sage Nuwa, and the giant bat in Nuwa's hand, all combined to create a bizarre and twisted impression. The faint blood glow from the blood mist barrier in the sky made the Nursery Hall seem like a giant monster bathed in a sea of blood, ready to destroy everything around it at any moment.

Yin Xuege stopped in front of the statue of Nuwa, his face tense, and bowed deeply to the statue.

However, he did not bow to the revered Nuwa, but to the giant bat in her hand. The bat, several meters in size, stood proudly on Nuwa's palm, said to be a shadow image formed from a drop of the Yin clan's ancestor's blood.

The second drumbeat of the Nursery Hall had already sounded, and many young members of the Yin clan were rushing from all directions. Like Yin Xuege, they bowed to the blood-red bat and ignored Nuwa.

After a deep bow, all the young members of the Yin clan transformed into dark shadows and rushed into the Nursery Hall like a whirlwind.

The third drumbeat sounded, and Yin Xuege had already reached the door of a spacious hall inside the Nursery Hall. But a foot suddenly extended from the side, slowly tripping him. Yin Xuege's steps became disordered, and he barely managed to dodge the malicious kick by gathering his energy.

But two figures suddenly collided with him from behind, hitting his shoulders simultaneously. The immense impact made Yin Xuege lose his balance, and he tumbled forward, flying over twenty meters before crashing to the ground.

With a 'thud,' Yin Xuege landed flat on the ground. The impact nearly made his internal organs flip, and his head buzzed, his vision filled with stars, almost making him vomit blood.

Inside the hall, dozens of young members of the Yin clan were already standing. Seeing Yin Xuege fall in such a clumsy manner, they all burst into laughter. 'Giggles,' 'laughs,' 'chuckles,' the malicious laughter poured over Yin Xuege like a tidal wave, making his face turn red and then green, forcing him to get up as quickly as possible.

Yin Jiyin, the chief steward of the Nursery Hall, walked up to Yin Xuege with a gloomy expression and lightly patted his shoulder. Standing two heads taller than Yin Xuege, he shook his head and sighed.

"Xuege, your talent is the worst I've ever seen among the young members. Do you think it's necessary for you to continue wasting the clan's resources here? If we allocate the resources wasted on you to any other collateral descendant, their strength would be at least twice yours!"

Yin Xuege clenched his fists, looked up at the serious and stern Yin Jiyin, and forced out a few words, "Uncle, it was them!"

"Don't!" Yin Jiyin quickly shook his head, covering Yin Xuege's mouth, and shook his head exaggeratedly, "I don't deserve the title 'Uncle' from you! When others in this hall call me Uncle, I'm happy! But you, Xuege, how can I deserve it?"

The young members burst into laughter again, standing at a distance, exchanging glances, and making mocking remarks.

"Of course! Uncle Jiyin, only we can call him that."

"Yin Xuege, you're not one of us, the Yin clan. How can you call me Uncle?"

"A bastard who doesn't even know his father, how can Uncle answer to that?"

The cold and cruel words stabbed at Yin Xuege's heart like countless knives. At the age of eleven, Yin Xuege had heard these malicious words countless times. He just gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked at the walls of the hall.

The walls of the hall, built from black stones, were densely carved with reliefs depicting the glorious achievements of the Yin clan's ancestors.

For example, the origin of the Yin clan—during the initial period of the Lawless Era, when the laws of heaven and earth collapsed, and the spiritual energy of the universe dissipated, the path to immortality for cultivators was cut off, and there was no hope for eternal life. The founder of the Yin clan, Yin Tianjue, defiantly abandoned the path of cultivation and became a demon, leading the 'Tian' generation elders of the Yin clan to raid the Blood Demon Temple and seize the blood of the Blood Demon from the upper realms, forcibly transforming himself into a Blood Demon!

Relying on the powerful and evil body of the Blood Demon, in the Lawless Era where the spiritual energy of the universe had completely dissipated, Yin Tianjue led his clan to raise blood slaves, extracting endless human blood essence to achieve immortality and continuously strengthening the clan's power. Over several hundred years of strategic alliances and conflicts, the Yin clan developed into a top-tier power in both the East and the West.

This was the glorious achievement that every member of the Yin clan knew by heart, the immortal merit of the founder, Yin Tianjue. Since he was old enough to understand, Yin Xuege had heard the glorious deeds of Yin Tianjue countless times. He remembered even the most minute details of the vivid reliefs on the walls of the hall.

Whenever he was verbally attacked, whenever he was beaten by the young members of the Yin clan, and whenever he was mocked by the stewards of the Nursery Hall like Yin Jiyin, Yin Xuege would silently look at the reliefs, encouraging himself.

What that old man Yin Tianjue could do, he could do better!

What he could do, I can do too!

In this cold and heartless Yin clan, among these cold-blooded demons, Yin Xuege had repeatedly encouraged himself, struggling to survive in this harsh environment and relentless oppression. To survive meant endless possibilities; if he died, no one would stand up for him!

He didn't know who his father was, which was the main reason he was called a 'bastard'!

He knew who his mother was, but he never relied on her, the unreliable one. Even though he still harbored a faint hope for her in his heart, he never placed his survival on her.

What could you expect from a woman who was pregnant and didn't even know who the father was?

The third drumbeat faded away, and Yin Jiyin, who had habitually used words to oppress and provoke Yin Xuege, took a deep breath, wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, and coughed heavily.

The hundred young members in the hall, including Yin Xuege, instinctively formed a neat square formation. Even Yin Xuege, who was lost in thought, admiring the reliefs on the wall, joined the formation without any mistake. As the most oppressed and marginalized member of the Yin clan, he could only stand in the last row, at the very end.

Yin Jiyin glanced at Yin Xuege with a reluctant look—this wild boy was becoming increasingly 'cunning.' In the past, he would arrive at the Nursery Hall before the first drumbeat, allowing Yin Jiyin to vent his venomous ridicule. But now, Yin Xuege almost always arrived just as the third drumbeat sounded, depriving Yin Jiyin of much of his fun.

With a cold snort, Yin Jiyin gestured to a door in the corner of the hall.

A group of slender, beautiful young female blood slaves, dressed in light red robes, quietly entered the hall, carrying trays. They bowed their heads, trembling, and approached the young members of the Yin clan, kneeling before them and raising their trays high.

On the trays were small white jade bowls, each filled with a bright red, viscous liquid.

The young members laughed as they picked up the bowls and drank the liquid in one gulp. A striking red flush suddenly appeared on their pale faces, and their skin turned red as if on fire. A fine layer of sweat beads seeped from their bodies, and they all exhaled in relief, filling the hall with a rich medicinal fragrance.

Yin Xuege also picked up the small white jade bowl, which was carved as thin as paper. The red liquid in the bowl, though unremarkable in appearance, weighed about two pounds!

The Yin clan raised countless blood slaves, and the red liquid the young members consumed each morning required the heart blood of a hundred vigorous blood slaves, extracted through a complex secret method and mixed with various herbs.

This heart blood essence, rich in vitality, was extremely valuable and essential for the cultivation of the Yin clan's young members and clan members. Only this essence, containing vast amounts of life force, could dispel the yin energy in the bodies of the Yin clan members, allowing them to live, cultivate, and reproduce normally.

Closing his eyes, Yin Xuege drank the blood essence in one gulp. He felt a warm, hot liquid flow into his abdomen, quickly transforming into a gentle, warm mist that circulated throughout his body. The yin energy accumulated in his body was rapidly dispersed, and he felt a warm, comfortable sensation.

Every cell in his body rejoiced, eagerly absorbing the miraculous life force contained in the bowl of blood essence. Yin Xuege felt like a small plant receiving sufficient sunlight, rain, and fertilizer, growing rapidly.

In the past two years, Yin Xuege had lost the opportunity to absorb the essence of the full moon on moonlit nights, and thus the chance to rapidly enhance his strength by integrating the innate yin energy from the full moon. Every morning after the full moon, the bowl of blood essence infused with powerful medicinal properties became the only external aid for Yin Xuege to improve himself.

Putting down the bowl, Yin Xuege turned to look at Yin Xuejiao, who stood at the front of the first row. The bowl of blood essence after each full moon was a fixed benefit of the Yin clan, and with Yin Xuejiao's current strength, he couldn't deprive Yin Xuege of this benefit.

Feeling Yin Xuege's gaze, Yin Xuejiao put down his white jade bowl, grinned, and extended his tongue to lick the blood that trickled from the corner of his mouth. In front of Yin Jiyin and the other young members, Yin Xuejiao grabbed the beautiful blonde girl in front of him, his canine teeth suddenly elongating three times their normal length, and he bit into her neck artery.

The blonde girl's body trembled slightly, and she dropped her tray, wrapping her arms around Yin Xuejiao's body in a state of deep ecstasy, her face quickly turning red. She moaned in a daze, her curvaceous body rubbing against Yin Xuejiao's.

Yin Xuejiao swallowed the girl's blood in large gulps, and when her face turned pale and her body began to convulse from the massive blood loss, Yin Jiyin coughed lightly from the side.

Reluctantly releasing the nearly lifeless girl, Yin Xuejiao casually threw her to the ground, as if discarding a piece of trash.

With half his face covered in blood, Yin Xuejiao chuckled and spread his hands.

"Uncle, I successfully broke through my bottleneck last night, but the yin energy in my body has accumulated too much. I couldn't hold back this morning! Please forgive me, Uncle!"

Yin Jiyin ignored Yin Xuejiao's plea for forgiveness and exclaimed, "Xuejiao, you actually broke through? Excellent! You are the first among the young members of our clan! Hmm, it seems the future of our Yin clan lies in your hands!"

Glancing coldly at the expressionless Yin Xuege, Yin Jiyin suddenly smiled.

Yin Xuege's heart tightened. Next, a well-deserved beating, right?

Sure enough, as the external steward had said, Yin Jiyin clapped his hands and announced the day's lesson:

Since Yin Xuejiao had broken through, there must be others who have also broken through!

Since everyone has made breakthroughs, today's lesson will be practical combat!

Looking at the pale-faced Yin Xuege, Yin Jiyin smiled in a magnanimous and kind manner.

"The future of the Yin clan lies in your hands. Uncle hopes you will show your true strength in today's practical combat!"

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