Chapter 1, Legitimate Son

Yin Xuege listened to the sharp cries of the girl, raised his head, and looked at the round moon that was gradually tilting towards the west. He then glanced at the still long line ahead and couldn't help but let out a soft sigh

With a heavy sigh, Yin Xuege endured the dizziness in his head and the lingering pain from the recent lash. He stood up stiffly, gritting his teeth. Slowly turning around, his resentful gaze, filled with endless coldness, shot towards the youth who was still toying with the long whip in his hand.

I have just set my sights on two very charming young ladies, and I will be returning shortly to enjoy their company thoroughly

The mysterious and extraordinary innate energy of the lunar essence continuously infused into Yin Xuejiao's body under the moonlight, as a satisfied smile adorned his handsome yet somewhat arrogant and fierce face. With the refinement of the lunar energy, his physical body grew stronger, his vital blood became increasingly vigorous, and the power of his soul also flourished more and more.

Indeed, you are correct! It is essential to clarify your identity! Yin Xue looked at Yin Ge with a mocking smile, a fleeting glimmer of deep apprehension flashing in his eyes, followed by a deliberately affected air of arrogance: "Although you bear the title of the legitimate son of the Yin clan, you must understand that you are merely a bastard!"

As the proud figure of Yin Xuejiao receded into the distance, the middle-aged man who had tightly grasped Yin Xuege finally released his hold. With a smile that did not reach his eyes, he chuckled a few times at Yin Xuege, saying: "Young Master Xuege, you cannot blame us for being impolite! Last time, you went into a frenzy and nearly bit off Young Master Xuehao's neck. We must take precautions, mustn't we?"

Yin Xuege's hand suddenly stiffened, and his eyes were once again filled with a frenzied crimson hue

The setting sun cast a thick red light, enveloping the vast city of the Yin clan city-state. The blood mist barrier above the Yin clan city-state reflected a grotesque blood light under the illumination of the sunset's crimson glow, evoking an involuntary urge to vomit

A foreign affairs chief of the Yin clan approached Yin Xuege at an unknown time, observing the busy Yin Xuege who had been working all night. With a malicious smile, the foreign affairs chief gently patted Yin Xuege on the shoulder

My children, do not believe the words of these demons! They are bloodthirsty demons, luring you into corruption with sweet, poisonous fruits! Do not trust the words of these demons; you will become their food, their sacrifices. You must never believe them!

Ha, ha, ha, ha! The middle-aged man laughed wildly for a few moments, then arrogantly raised his head, slowly placing his hands behind his back, swaying as he walked away. As he passed by, the fully armed soldiers of the Yin clan saluted one after another, further highlighting his domineering demeanor

The blood mist barrier that enveloped the entire Yin clan city-state has dissipated, revealing the densely layered buildings within. Atop those towers and high rises, large groups of young members of the Yin clan occupy advantageous positions, sitting cross-legged on the ground, voraciously consuming the essence of moonlight.

A frail old man, dressed in tattered black robes and covered in filth, with a gaunt face glistening with oil, began to scream hoarsely. As soon as the ropes binding him were untied, he brandished a palm-sized silver cross and shouted loudly as he rushed out from the crowd

The one in the black trench coat, and the one in the red short skirt, clean them up and send them to my room! In just a few breaths, the young man had already found his desired prey, and he smiled with immense joy.

Under the moonlight, the blood parrot possesses a destructive power a hundred times greater than during the day

Just like the members of the Yin clan, under the moonlight, during the night, the members of the Yin clan absorb the essence of the moonlight. Their combat power and cultivation speed are several times, even dozens of times, greater than during the day. For the members of the Yin clan, moonlit nights, especially nights of a full moon like this, are incredibly precious. Any cultivation undertaken on a full moon night is sufficient to significantly enhance the abilities of the young members of the Yin clan

By the way, it is said that Young Master Xuejiao and Young Master Xuemiao both made breakthroughs yesterday, so the elders' lecture today is reportedly a combat class

Yin Xuege stood in place, breathing heavily

However, his long table was suddenly struck heavily by someone. The Yin clan warrior who had just killed the emaciated old man impatiently pounded the tabletop: "Young Master Bloodsong, please do not waste our time! I kindly ask you to register this: today I have killed one heretical believer of the Light God Sect and confiscated one heretical artifact. That counts as two achievements!"

The warrior of the Yin clan retracted his longsword and snatched the silver cross from the old man's hand. Weighing the intricately crafted silver cross, which was adorned with an ancient patina, in his palm, the Yin warrior slowly walked towards the long table arranged in a line behind the entrance of the city-state.

Yin Xuejiao was also in the midst of cultivation, sitting alone at the summit of a tower that stood three hundred meters high. Surrounding him was a formation composed of dozens of blood-colored orbs, each the size of a fist. With the assistance of this profound formation, a substantial amount of moonlight essence was drawn in, swirling around Yin Xuejiao, and the rich moonlight essence even condensed into visible mist.

You wretched commoners, your fortune has arrived!

Although he is merely an eleven-year-old boy, the sighs of Yin Xuege are filled with an indelible sense of desolation and sorrow. However, if someone were to observe closely from the side, they would see a fleeting glimmer in Yin Xuege's eyes, akin to the fiery glow of molten lava.

The blood of the Yin! The song of the Yin spat out the name of that youth, word by word, from between the teeth

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Leading the way were six flying chariots cast entirely from pure metal, their massive forms enveloped in a swirling crimson aura. These chariots, dragged along by dozens of dark night blood leopards, slowly stirred up clouds of dust as they swept across the land. Behind these six chariots, a long rope was tied to thousands of ragged men, women, and children, who were anxiously and awkwardly trying to keep pace with the chariots.

Yin Xuege was momentarily stunned, then he touched his recently injured shoulder and slowly sat back down in his seat

At the entrance of the Yin city-state, surrounded by metal walls reaching up to one hundred meters, there stands a city gate several hundred meters wide, flanked on both sides by two stepped pyramids towering over a li. Each pyramid is divided into nine tiers from top to bottom, and currently, on each tier, groups of three to five Yin warriors are stationed.

A warrior of the Yin tribe, several dozen meters away, stirred up a whirlwind and crossed the distance in a single step, arriving directly beside the tattered old man. He drew a long black sword, measuring over four feet in length and no wider than a finger, its blade as thin as paper, and without hesitation, plunged it into the old man's heart. The sharp sword silently pierced through the old man's body, causing his already emaciated form to suddenly wither and shrink, as all the blood within him was drained clean in the span of a mere finger snap.

A thick black ledger lay before Yin Xue Ge, who held a slender brush and swiftly transcribed the names, identities, and familial relationships of the new blood slaves in crimson ink onto the ledger.

The middle-aged man, with a peculiar expression, glanced up and down at Yin Xuege, who stood motionless. In a tone of feigned advice, he said: "You really need to recognize your own identity! Although you bear the name of the legitimate son of the Yin clan, your true status is quite different! Haha, why must you oppose the young masters? If you simply beg for mercy and kneel to them, wouldn't that solve everything?"

Raising his head, with his eyes devoid of all bloodlust, he coldly gazed at the Yin clan warrior. Yin Xuege said icily: "Name, ID number, affiliation, and the merits established. One heretical believer of the Radiant God Cult killed, family merit points ten; one inferior heretical artifact, forged from Radiant Silver, family merit points twenty"

Just now, after completing the registration at the Blood Song, a pale-faced young girl was roughly dragged by several warriors of the Yin clan into a small door beside the city gate. The girl's clothes were stripped away completely, and a cold, piercing high-pressure water stream washed over her body. White disinfectant powder poured down from above, and the irritating powder caused excruciating pain in the girl's eyes, prompting her to emit a hoarse scream. The girl's clothes were stripped away completely, and a cold, piercing high-pressure water stream washed over her body. White disinfectant powder poured down from above, and the irritating powder caused excruciating pain in the girl's eyes, prompting her to emit a hoarse scream

Yin Xuege's left hand was hidden in his sleeve, curled up beneath the long table. His left hand was tightly clenched into a fist, with blue veins and tendons prominently raised beneath his fair skin; in his heart, he had reached the utmost limit of hatred. And *Tu* *Shu*.

The boy, who had just been standing atop the pyramid searching for his prey, did not realize when he had arrived behind Yin Xuege. Seeing Yin Xuege's trembling figure, the boy, clearly a head taller than Yin Xuege, shook his head and took a python skin whip, about the thickness of a thumb, from the hand of a fellow member of the Yin clan behind him. Without any warning, he struck fiercely at Yin Xuege's shoulder with the whip.

Yin Xuejiao quickly stepped back two paces, and several tall members of the Yin clan swiftly positioned themselves between the two. Among them, a middle-aged man exuding a sinister aura pressed his palm firmly on Yin Xuege's shoulder, saying: "Young Master Xuege, please clarify your identity and do not make things difficult for us! Hey!"

A burst of arrogant and triumphant laughter echoed from afar, as Yin Xue Ge gazed at the receding figure of the boastful Yin Xue Ge, his eyes nearly oozing with blood.

Like livestock in a slaughterhouse, these blood slaves who have completed their registration, after undergoing bodily disinfection, each received a white coarse cloth robe, and then lined up to proceed into the deep, dark interior of the Yin clan city-state

Complete your chores properly, or you will have to face the consequences in tomorrow's class. Alas, such is the fate of the wretched; while I indulge in those delicate and lovely little blood slaves, he can only sit here eating sand, registering those lowly individuals.

Young Master Bloodsong, are you tired? Hurry and freshen up, as you will be attending the elders' lecture shortly!

In the dark blue-red sky, the demon clan's celestial treasure "Blood Parrot," forged through cross-border sorcery, slowly glides by. The spherical Blood Parrot, with a diameter of three hundred meters, has a surface so polished that it reflects light, and the numerous demon clan talismans on its surface occasionally flash with a hint of crimson blood light. The Blood Parrot resembles the eye of a legendary demon, cold and proud as it gazes down upon the earth

Blood flowed slowly from the wound, but after Yin Xuege took a deep breath, the blood that had oozed from the wound began to flow back in, quickly being devoured once more by the mangled flesh of the injury. The wound on Yin Xuege was healing at a pace that would astonish an ordinary person; within three to five breaths, the flesh that had been taken away by this whip had already regrown.

Similarly overlooking the hunting team that has just returned to the Yin clan city-state

Behind the twenty long tables, there was only Yin Xuege, a young child, and he was the only one who possessed the status of a legitimate heir of the Yin clan! The others were all adults, and they were all external affairs stewards of the Yin clan. Only Yin Xuege was a child, and he held no official position within the family.

He was only temporarily "borrowed" on this night of the full moon to assist the "Foreign Affairs Hall" of the Yin clan in registering the blood slaves that were just captured today due to a "shortage of manpower". Unfortunately, the number of blood slaves captured today is particularly high, while the number of clerks in the Foreign Affairs Hall is especially low compared to usual, so it is impossible to complete the registration task in one night.

The middle-aged man and the bookish man sneered with a laugh, their five fingers tightly gripping the shoulder of Yin Xue Ge, causing his bones to crack loudly.

With a frivolous gesture, he patted Yin Xuege's face, and Yin Xue, feeling proud and self-satisfied, turned and walked towards the city-state.

Do not act recklessly, do not act recklessly! According to your family relationships, line up here!

Occasionally, some members of the Yin clan lift their heads, curiously observing this celestial treasure that harbors immense destructive power. In their view, countless strands of moonlight are continuously being devoured by the Blood Parrot. Just like these members of the Yin clan, the moonlight is also the source of energy for this demonic treasure of the Blood Parrot

Yin Xuejiao smiled faintly, looking at Yin Xuege's pale face and the trembling body, shaking his head disdainfully. He raised a finger and poked hard at Yin Xuege's chest several times. Leaning close to Yin Xuege's ear, he whispered with a laugh: "A lowly breed is just a lowly breed; do you pity these lowly people? You were born to associate with these lowly beings!"

Oh dear, what do you all think? Isn't this a bit too tragic? The hunting team has captured so many blood slaves today; they will have to be busy for most of the night before they can rest, right? Then, wouldn't that mean he won't have any time to cultivate tonight? Isn't he going to fall behind significantly again?

Surrounding these beleaguered civilians, hundreds of knights from the Yin clan drove the unicorn blood beasts nurtured by the demon clan's secret arts, forming an orderly line and vigilantly surveying their surroundings. At the rear of this massive formation, there were also twelve flying magical chariots.

A rare bountiful harvest! A blood-robed youth, appearing to be no more than thirteen or fourteen years old, stood atop a pyramid. He sneered coldly, squinting his eyes, as his sharp gaze swept over the youthful faces of the girls in the crowd who were of similar age. His pupils were slightly reddened, and a trace of malevolent energy flowed within his eyes, allowing him to clearly discern the beautiful faces of the girls in the crowd from a distance of two to three miles.

The lower-ranking blood slave warriors, wielding various magical artifacts activated by crystals, were clad in dark red full-body combat armor, vigilantly scanning their surroundings. In contrast, the high-ranking members of the Yin clan wore blood-red robes that were ancient in style and exuded an air of mysterious and eerie charm, their arms crossed over their chests as they arrogantly surveyed the men, women, and children fleeing in disarray behind the magical chariot

Yin Xuege was sitting behind a long table, feeling a chill throughout his body as he looked at the old man's shriveled corpse lying on the ground. The old man's face was turned directly towards Yin Xuege, and his vacant, hollow gaze revealed a profound sense of despair. Yin Xuege had seen countless faces like the old man's—withered, shriveled, and filled with despair—yet he still felt a deep chill, so much so that his body involuntarily shivered slightly.

This is the blessing bestowed upon you by the Yin clan! No disorder is allowed, everyone line up!

Yin Xuege's face turned a deep crimson, and a faint glimmer of bloodlight rippled from the depths of his eyes and the book.

The setting sun gradually descends, and a bright moon quietly appears. The blood parrot has completed a journey across the heavens, leisurely gliding through the sky once more. The blood parrot, with its entire body a deep blackish-blue radiating a faint blood light, silently sweeps across the surface of the moon. Under the silver moonlight, the blood parrot appears increasingly sinister and malevolent.

With a few sinister chuckles, Yin Xuejiao straightened her body, both proud and provocative, beckoning Yin Xuege with a finger.

Accompanied by a low, howling sound, the flying chariot slowly descended at the entrance of the city-state. Several doors silently opened on the smooth, clean body of the chariot, which showed no signs of seams. A large group of warriors from the Yin clan, clad in dark red armor, emerged from the chariot, and immediately, shouts and curses filled the air. Meanwhile, the crowd bound to the back of the chariot fell into chaos, with cries of children calling for their parents and wails of despair echoing throughout.

A white-haired old man standing behind the young boy let out a few sinister and cruel laughs, then bowed deeply.

Yin Xuege's body trembled violently; he wanted to break free from the control of the middle-aged man, but the latter's strength far surpassed his own, rendering him completely immobile under the other's grip. The man's five fingers tightly clasped his shoulder, causing his scapula to emit unbearable cracking sounds.

At the entrance of the Yin clan city-state, twenty long tables were lined up in a row, with a person in a blood robe sitting upright behind each table. In front of their long tables, twenty long queues were formed, with countless terrified men, women, and children trembling as they stood in line, slowly moving forward.

With a slight lift of the corner of his mouth, exuding a palpable malice, the foreign affairs manager said frivolously: "You have been busy all night, and these 2 family merit points are certainly not without your contribution! You should hurry to attend the class; do not be late!"

Yin Xuege wrote quickly, logging the information of these blood slaves at his fastest speed. However, just like countless full moon nights before, the number of blood slaves captured today was particularly high. Despite Yin Xuege's wrist becoming numb from writing, there was still a long line of people in front of him

Intense pain suddenly surged, and Yin Xuege's face turned pale as a sheet. The muscles of his face twisted, making his youthful visage appear as hideous as a demon. The python whip, made from the shed skin of the highly venomous "Three-headed Blue-spotted Python," was covered with sharp, protruding scales. A large tear was ripped in the blood-colored robe worn by Yin Xuege, and a thin strip of flesh, measuring two feet in length, was torn from his shoulder. The python whip, made from the shed skin of the highly venomous "Three-headed Blue-spotted Python," was covered with sharp, protruding scales. A large tear was ripped in the blood-colored robe worn by Yin Xuege, and a thin strip of flesh, measuring two feet in length, was torn from his shoulder.

Before the first light of dawn arrives, the blood mist barrier of the Yin clan city-state silently spreads once again

At the tender age of eleven, Yin Xuege is a genuine child of the Yin clan. Before reaching eighteen, the essence of the moonlight on the night of the full moon holds the same significance for Yin Xuege as it does for any other child of the Yin clan.

Seize your opportunities firmly; whoever dares to act recklessly or shout will know the consequences!