Chapter 80

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Twelve years ago, on a night of raging storm.

Yin Huangwu, with a sullen face, wrapped herself in a black cloak and hurried through a back alley in a third-rate district of the Great Berlin City-State. The torrential rain drenched her body, making her heart and body equally cold.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, four marquises from the Bryanburg family had surrounded Yin Huangwu, but their underestimation led to them being severely injured by the demonic Yin Huangwu. After leaving a few harsh words, they fled in disgrace. The bloodstains they left on Yin Huangwu were being washed away by the rain, but the bone-chilling downpour could not wash away the anger and委屈 in her heart.

The Yin clan, an ancient family from the Eastern cultivation world, was conservative, closed, stubborn, and extremely rigid and traditional. Like other Eastern families, women in the Yin clan had no status; they were often just sacrifices for political marriages.

No matter how strong their power or how demonic their potential, they could never replace the status of the legitimate sons. No matter how hard Yin Huangwu tried, no matter how much she wanted to do better, no matter how many contributions she made to the clan, she could never gain any status in the eyes of the clan elders.

Even if she had eliminated dozens of blood demon families that disobeyed the Yin clan's orders over the past few decades; even if she had led the clan's elite hunting team to eliminate more than a dozen wild wolf tribes that liked to attack the Yin clan's territory, forcing the Grand Patriarch of the Silver Wolf clan to sign a peace treaty with the Yin clan; even if she had made so many contributions, she still had no status in the Yin clan.

Even a talentless and ambitious waste like Yin Jihuang, or a petty and foolish creature like Yin Jiwo, and the other cousins she had never taken seriously, could hold real power in the clan and receive the clan's resources for cultivation. As for her, all the resources she had were obtained through her own struggle. Her strength was built with her own sword and blade, stepping over countless corpses and blood.

Her heart was filled with boundless killing intent, and her eyes flashed with a piercing red light. She wanted to destroy something, to cause a big commotion. She wanted to make the old men of the Yin clan look bad, and to give the old, unscrupulous men of the Bryanburg family a taste of their own medicine!

Even if she were to break down and give up, no one would make the proud Yin Huangwu follow the fate they had set for her!

If she could not proudly soar in the sky, then she would rather fall prematurely. But before falling, she would burst forth with the most intense light, making everyone remember that in this damned, unfair world, a woman named Yin Huangwu had come, lived, struggled, and fought!

A few low-life thugs emerged from the dark corners. These despicable creatures, living at the bottom of the Great Berlin City-State, sensed with their unique instincts that the person hurriedly walking in the black cloak was a woman!

In the middle of the night, with a torrential downpour, a woman walking through a back alley in the worst part of the Great Berlin City-State!

Well, a woman, that was enough of an excuse! A few despicable men sneered and drew their daggers, advancing towards Yin Huangwu. They whistled and spewed all kinds of filthy words, using the dirtiest language they knew to tease her, satisfying their despicable pleasure.

"Girl, there's a nice tavern here with good strong liquor, delicious food, and a big, soft, comfortable bed! Come with us, and we'll take you to heaven!" An ugly man approached Yin Huangwu, chuckling and reaching out to grab her prominent chest.

A crimson bolt of lightning flashed from the sky, and at the same time, a streak of blood red appeared. Yin Huangwu swung her sword, and two sharp short swords sliced through the bodies of these men like a whirlwind, turning them into the finest meat paste.

In the dark alley, amidst the storm and lightning, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, making the alley a mess. The storm greatly helped Yin Huangwu, as the shattered flesh and blood were washed into the sewers, leaving few traces.

The thugs' words reminded Yin Huangwu.

Walking in such a storm was not a pleasant experience. Ahead, there was a dimly lit sign, and a dilapidated door with a wobbly, rotten board nailed to it. Someone had crudely drawn a plate of bread and a wine glass on the board, indicating a low-class tavern.

Even a low-class tavern was more comfortable than the storm outside. And for a creature like Yin Huangwu, who could only move in the darkness, such a mixed and dilapidated tavern was clearly safer.

The tavern was filled with smoke and noise, the atmosphere typical of a low-class establishment. Dozens of drunk, stinking, burly men and a group of almost naked women, with their white or black bodies exposed, were entangled in a chaotic mess. Large glasses clinked together, and the foam of cheap beer sprayed everywhere. The smell of low-quality liquor, mixed with edible alcohol, could knock a person over.

Behind the long counter in the depths of the tavern, the owner, a tall, fat, black man, had his arms crossed and was laughing loudly, watching a young man tussling with a few middle-aged women.

As soon as Yin Huangwu entered the tavern, through the dim light and the distorted, grimacing faces, she saw the young man first. Like a sudden bloom of a fairy tree in a graveyard or a field of withered grass, the young man, with his flushed face and drunken state, stood out among the chaotic crowd.

Tall and handsome, with black hair as smooth as silk flowing behind him. This young man had a perfect appearance, and even among the blood demons, who were known for their beauty, few could match his looks.

He looked to be in his early twenties, with wide, red eyes from the cheap alcohol. He was laughing and reaching into the chest of a middle-aged woman who could be his aunt, grabbing her withered breasts.

Alcohol was the cause of his misfortune. Without a doubt, the alcohol had clouded his mind, making him see these middle-aged women as beautiful beauties!

Yin Huangwu watched the young man curiously. His appearance, his form, his demeanor, and even his behavior when drunk, all exuded a sense of luxury and ease. When she first saw him, she felt that this young man was like a celestial dragon that should be soaring in the sky, suddenly falling into a mud pit and mixing with a bunch of eels.

The people in the tavern had limited knowledge and could not recognize the value of the young man's clothing and accessories, but to Yin Huangwu, who came from a noble family, the young man's attire made her feel a sense of awe.

The long black silk robe, under the dim light, faintly reflected starlight. This silk was made from rare demon silkworms mixed with other materials, and even Yin Huangwu could not identify which type of demon silkworm had produced the silk.

Ice silkworm? Sky silkworm? Blood silkworm? Or some other rarer demon silkworm?

That was not all. In the dim light, only at a certain angle, one could see that the black robe was embroidered with a magnificent, arrogant, and domineering design of nine dragons treading the sea, using purple special threads.

Nine dragons with five claws, coiling and twisting over the surging sea, stirring up boundless waves, their fierce eyes looking down on the vast ocean, high above like deities.

The dark-patterned nine-dragon robe made Yin Huangwu feel dizzy. In the West, no family would use such a pattern. Moreover, the material and craftsmanship of the robe were beyond what any Western noble family in the cultivation world could achieve.

On the counter next to the young man, there was a jade belt with a lustrous glow. The belt, made of twenty-four pieces of jade, shimmered in the light, each piece smooth and reflective, capable of showing the reflections of nearby people. What left Yin Huangwu speechless was that these pieces of jade contained extremely strong natural energy, more potent and concentrated than the top-grade energy crystals used by the Yin clan.

The young man also wore various exquisite accessories, such as rings and bracelets, each extremely valuable, each making Yin Huangwu marvel at their worth.

Such a handsome, tall, and clearly noble young man, wearing a fortune's worth of attire, was mingling in the most chaotic and low-class district of the Great Berlin City-State, in a low-class tavern, with the cheapest hostesses.

Yin Huangwu pushed through the crowd, step by step, approaching the young man. She was very curious about what this black-haired, black-eyed, clearly Eastern-blooded young man was doing here. Regardless, the Great Berlin City-State was the Yin clan's acknowledged territory, and with such a person appearing on their turf, Yin Huangwu felt she had to question his background and intentions.

She would never admit that at this moment, she was actually attracted by some unique charm the young man exuded.

"Sir, I have money!" The young man laughed and threw several exquisitely crafted gold bars on the counter. According to the prices in the Great Berlin City-State, these gold bars were enough to buy the entire tavern. He pointed at the black owner behind the counter and shouted, "I'm happy today, I'm here for fun, and I'm going to drink my way through all the taverns in this rotten city, drinking all the liquor!"