Lin Mo grinned, his stark white teeth exuding a terrifying chill in the dim light.
The First Elder's heart suddenly contracted; that smile was like an invisible hand gripping his throat.
He wanted to say something more to fight for a last sliver of survival, but suddenly felt the surrounding air freeze.
The wind stopped, sounds ceased, and even the flow of true qi became sluggish.
He desperately wanted to flee, but he could not escape.
A sense of absolute control enveloped him.
Thud!
His knees giving way, the First Elder fell heavily to the ground, completely losing the proud demeanor of a family powerhouse.
Tears and snot streaming down his face, he wailed hoarsely, Spare my life! Sending Jiang Yunlu off for the arranged marriage really wasn't my idea! It was the Gongsun family who specifically asked for her. We were forced into it; we are all innocent!
He pushed all the blame onto the Gongsun family, attempting to trade his display of weakness and scapegoating for a chance to live.
So the Gongsun family demanded it, huh? He would settle the score with them, rest assured.
The smile on Lin Mo's face did not diminish, but he remained silent.
He merely raised his hand slowly and gave a phantom squeeze.
Buzz.
A soft sound rang out, as if space itself was groaning.
The First Elder immediately felt an indescribable pressure coming from all directions, as if trying to crush him into meat paste.
The instinct to survive made him erupt.
Get lost!
He violently raised his hand, and a vigorous blast of true qi shot from his palm, blasting forward.
However, that true qi, capable of splitting monuments and shattering rocks, flew less than half a meter before silently annihilating, like a clay ox entering the sea.
There was no sound of impact, no ripples of energy; it just vanished into thin air.
It was as if an invisible abyss separated him from the outside world.
The surrounding Law Enforcement Hall disciples also noticed the anomaly. In their eyes, the First Elder's movements and expressions revealed an indescribable weirdness.
The First Elder was stunned for only a moment before, as if grabbing a lifesaver, he roared madly at the nearest Law Enforcement Hall disciple, Quick! Attack me! Use your strongest move and hit me right here!
The disciple was dazed by the roar, but still subconsciously obeyed the command.
Whoosh!
A palm print wrapped in blazing firelight whistled toward the First Elder's face.
A bizarre scene occurred.
The fierce flaming palm abruptly stopped when it reached about half a meter in front of the First Elder, then dissipated inch by inch, failing to splash even a single spark onto him.
This...
Everyone turned pale with shock, their gazes uniformly converging on the young man who consistently wore a faint smile.
Situ Dingyi also knew what this was; this person had just suppressed Situ Ding'er in this exact manner.
Alright, it's time to send you on your way.
Lin Mo's voice was very soft, but it was like a death warrant, tolling the death knell.
As his words fell, the transparent walls of spiritual energy began to contract.
The First Elder began desperately punching and kicking the air in front of him, his true qi surging, but he couldn't make even the slightest sound.
Half a meter.
Forty centimeters.
Thirty centimeters.
Twenty centimeters.
The space grew smaller and smaller. The walls on all four sides gradually squeezed the First Elder's body, forcing him to hunch over.
He stepped back, but his spine hit the contracting wall behind him.
From above his head, a crushing weight pressed down.
Was he going to be crushed into meat paste?!
In his despair, the First Elder's gaze suddenly locked onto the ground beneath his feet.
That was the only way to survive!
Lightning Poison Dragon Drill!
He let out an earth-shattering roar, pouring all the true qi in his body into his feet.
Boom!
The bluestone slab under his feet suddenly shattered. His entire body became like a high-speed spinning top, carrying splattering dirt as he madly drilled into the ground.
In an instant, the First Elder's face revealed the wild joy of surviving a disaster.
He could escape!
Not far away, Lin Mo just kept his hands in his pockets, watching the expanding hole in the ground with great interest, as if watching a groundhog diligently digging a hole.
He wasn't in a hurry either, just watching quietly.
It wasn't until half of the First Elder's body had drilled into the ground, leaving only a pair of legs still flailing outside, that Lin Mo slowly raised his hand.
Snap.
A crisp snap of his fingers.
The transparent cage, which had actually stopped contracting, activated once again.
Only this time, it went downward.
The First Elder, who was struggling to dive deeper, suddenly felt as if he had drilled into a piece of ten-thousand-year black iron.
The soil below had become incomparably hard at some unknown point. No matter how he pushed his true qi, he could no longer advance even a fraction of an inch.
He was sweating profusely from anxiety, while an irresistible and terrifying pressure came from above his head.
It was here!
Up, down, left, right, front, back.
Terrifying forces from all six directions simultaneously squeezed viciously toward that tiny space in the center of the hole!
On the ground, everyone had completely lost sight of the First Elder.
They could only see the dirt in the hole suddenly sink downwards.
Arghhhh—
A miserable, inhuman scream echoed muffled from deep underground.
The sound was mixed with the horrifying noises of shattering bones and crushed flesh. It lasted for only half a second before abruptly stopping.
In front of the entire stone hall, there was deathly silence.
Everyone stared intently at the patch of earth that had returned to peace, a chill running down their spines.
Then, their gazes could not help but fall on Lin Mo again.
This person was too terrifying.
Could he be someone from Yanhuang Awakening?
Was Yanhuang Awakening actually this terrifying?!
Lin Mo then lowered his hand and turned his head to look at the crowd from the Law Enforcement Hall.
People of the Situ family, listen to me clearly. My name is Lin Mo, and I come from the Wind Spirit Moon Shadow Sect. If you provoke me again, the Situ family will be annihilated.
After saying that, Lin Mo raised his hand, and the First Elder's soul landed in his palm.
Soul Searching!
He didn't need Situ Yunshu to testify; he could learn everything from the First Elder's soul.
Lin Mo swept his gaze over these people, casually raised his hand, and shot a beam of light into the sky.
The beam of light then suddenly dispersed in mid-air, shooting toward their respective targets.
Not far away, the Second Elder suddenly let out a miserable scream.
He clutched his chest, screaming in agony.
Afterward, Lin Mo didn't even look; he just snapped his fingers toward the sealed passage inside.
He reopened the passage.
None of the Situ family members present dared to move.
They could only watch helplessly as Lin Mo, along with Situ Dingyi and Situ Ding'er behind him, supported Situ Yunshu and left.
It was only after the group had completely left that they breathed a sigh of relief.
But none of them spoke; they just looked at each other.
Finally, someone reacted first.
Go! Hurry up and dig the First Elder out.
A group of people went to dig up the ground.
Another group ran toward the Second Elder.
At this time, the Second Elder was lying on the ground, but his heaving chest indicated that he was still alive.
Second Elder! Are you alright!
The Second Elder slowly opened his eyes. He waved his hand, panting heavily, and with a sense of surviving a disaster, let out a cold sneer.
It's just a mere evil art, it can't kill this old man. However, no matter what, this person named Lin Mo, our Situ family must...
Before he could even finish his words, a sharp agony pierced his heart, followed by a terrifying energy suddenly expanding inside his body.
He opened his mouth slightly, feeling completely unable to control himself.
Bang!
He exploded, and the circle of Law Enforcement Hall disciples closing in on him were all instantly splattered in the face with blood and gore.
The Second Elder, dead.
As for the others who were hit by the scattered rays of light...
They dropped dead just the same.

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.