People in Doupo: The beginning of the game intercepts the rich woman Xun'er

At this moment, Yao Ming's deep-set eyes were fixed on Xiao Ling's figure. His turbid eyes were filled with an almost scorching fervor, like a drowning person grabbing onto the last piece of driftwood, placing all his hopes of escaping this infernal hell on the person in front of him.

He held his breath, his withered chest rising and falling slightly, his thin fingers unconsciously clenching into fists, his knuckles turning slightly bluish-white from the force, his whole body tense, waiting for Xiao Ling to utter the promise that would allow him to see the light of day again.

In Yao Ming's view, at his peak he was a dignified two-star Dou Sheng and the former ruler of the Nine Netherworld Python clan. With such a status and strength, he was someone who could make a force bow down to him in the entire Central Continent.

The human before them exuded a profound and restrained holy aura, clearly no ordinary person. Moreover, he was able to bring three female companions with remarkable auras and silently bypass the Nine Netherworld Python Clan's layers of guards and sentries to penetrate deep into the sealed land at the very bottom of the Yellow Springs. Such ability was enough to demonstrate his formidable strength.

With such strength by his side, the other party naturally had enough confidence and was not afraid that he would break the agreement and turn against him after escaping. Therefore, they had many concerns about whether to rescue him.

As for the words he had blurted out earlier, "I am willing to lead the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan to submit," Yao Ming carefully considered them now and felt that he had indeed lost his composure due to being forced into a desperate situation, and that it was somewhat too abrupt.

Such a promise, which nearly staked the fate of the entire tribe, was truly a rash statement made in desperation. Whether this alliance is valid or not ultimately depends on the true strength of the person before us.

If this person's strength is truly unparalleled and far surpasses his peak, then it's alright for him to admit defeat. After regaining control of the clan with the other party's help, he can outwardly submit to them and serve as their master.

However, if this person's strength is equal to or even inferior to his at his peak, then today's promise is nothing more than an empty promise made as a temporary expedient.

After all, the rules of the Warcraft world are simple and straightforward, always prioritizing strength. Submission and loyalty are always based on absolute power.

Xiao Ling took in the intense, almost scorching gaze surging within Yao Ming's deep-set eyes, and in an instant, he understood the other's thoughts perfectly.

This guy was clearly certain that he would help him, and had long regarded him as the only lifeline that could save him from this dark and hopeless place.

As for what secrets this withered, skeletal body might hold, whether it was genuine submission or a mere feigned gesture of appeasement, Xiao Ling had no interest whatsoever in investigating.

Of course, he didn't need to delve into it at all.

After all, in a world where strength reigns supreme, all schemes, plots, and ulterior motives are nothing but clumsy tricks in the face of absolute power. What exactly is Yao Ming plotting, and what does it matter?
Xiao Ling's fingertips twitched slightly, and a faint, holy aura quietly spread around him. The pressure was restrained yet profound, so faint as to be almost imperceptible, yet it caused Yao Ming beside him to subconsciously hold his breath.

A nonchalant, indifferent smile curved his lips, his eyes remaining utterly devoid of emotion.

After all, a lack of confidence stems from a lack of strength. And coincidentally, what Xiao Ling has in abundance is the formidable strength to turn the tide at will.

With such strength by his side, he was naturally fearless. No matter what kind of turmoil Yao Ming felt in his heart, it was nothing more than a fleeting cloud that didn't matter to him.

"When did you begin to have the illusion that I would be willing to rescue you and help you escape from this dark and hopeless underworld?"

Before Yao Ming's eager gaze had faded, Xiao Ling suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, a smile so faint it was almost imperceptible. His tone was indifferent, yet every word struck Yao Ming's ears clearly, "I, Xiao Ling, am not a kind person, just as I said before. You and I have only met for the first time today. Whether the blood feud you speak of or the position of clan leader is true or false, I naturally have no way of verifying it."

He leaned down slightly, his gaze falling on Yao Ming's withered body. There was no pity in his eyes, only a detached clarity. "Moreover, given the current situation, I also have my own plan that is most advantageous to me. That is the best solution that best suits my wishes right now."

Seeing Xiao Ling's nonchalant demeanor and hearing his cold words, Yao Ming was slightly taken aback. His parched lips twitched a few times, but he couldn't find the words to reply for a moment.

An indescribable surge of emotion suddenly welled up from the depths of his heart, his mind racing, and a thought exploded like a thunderclap.

The person in front of me is, after all, a genuine Battle Saint. He must have many trump cards up his sleeve. He probably already has some means to restrain me, which is why he dares to be so fearless and doesn't take my promise to "lead the whole clan to submit" to heart at all!

Upon having this thought, Yao Ming panicked. Her withered hands clenched unconsciously, her chapped lips trembled, and she urgently tried to explain herself.
"Your Excellency! Every word I have spoken is true, without the slightest falsehood! If you are willing to help me escape this predicament, I, Yao Ming, swear to the heavens that I will lead the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan to serve you as our master! If you ever have any requests in the future, my entire clan will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

However, Xiao Ling completely ignored Yao Ming's urgent explanation. He slowly withdrew his gaze from the other's withered body, turned to Qing Lin beside him, and gently rubbed the girl's soft hair with his well-defined fingers, his movements carrying a rare gentleness.

Then, he pointed to the demon curled up on the ground, his voice soft as if he were talking about something perfectly ordinary.
"Qinglin, I'm leaving the rest to you."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over Yao Ming's withered appearance, and continued,
"If what he says is true, and if you can control him, then when we help him regain the position of patriarch of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, the entire clan will be at our disposal. At that time, you will also be able to acquire a lot of high-level snake pets to help you cultivate."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Ling seemed to suddenly remember something, a smile appearing in his eyes, his tone becoming even lighter.

"By the way, didn't I tell you before that I would catch a ninth-tier snake-type magical beast for you to tame as a snake pet? Look, we just happened to run into one today, so this is me fulfilling my promise to you."

Upon hearing Xiao Ling's words, Qing Lin immediately nodded obediently, her emerald eyes curving into crescents. She looked up at Xiao Ling with a sweet and soft smile and said in a clear voice, "Then Qing Lin thanks Young Master Xiao Ling in advance. I will gladly accept this gift."

She raised her chin slightly, her tone full of unwavering trust: "Besides, Qinglin has always believed everything Young Master says, and has never thought that Young Master would break his promise to Qinglin."

"Alright, alright, stop your silly talk." Xiao Ling chuckled, withdrawing his hand from Qing Lin's hair and gently flicking her forehead with his fingertips. His tone held a hint of affection as he urged her on.
"Hurry up and subdue this person. The sooner we finish, the sooner we can get this over with. We still have a lot of things to deal with in this Nine Netherworld Python Clan, so we can't waste any more time here." Qing Lin didn't exchange any more pleasantries with Xiao Ling. The smile on her face slowly faded, and her emerald eyes narrowed slightly as her gaze fell directly on Yao Ming, who was curled up on the ground.

As Yao Ming listened to Xiao Ling's conversation with the girl in green, his heart sank to the bottom. When he saw the latter turn her gaze towards him, he couldn't help but look up. His thin body tensed up subconsciously, and the emotions in his chest surged so intensely that they almost exploded.

What did he hear earlier?!

This unfathomably powerful Dou Sheng was actually going to let such a young girl, who looked no more than a teenager, subdue him?!

What exactly does this mean? And what kind of situation is it?
Even if someone wanted to tamper with him or place restrictions on him, it should be this Battle Saint himself who should do it, not some young girl like him!

Yao Ming was filled with disbelief and shock. His deep-set eyes were filled with bewilderment and doubt. He simply couldn't understand what was going on with this seemingly absurd situation.

However, Qinglin didn't give Yaoming a chance to question her. Her expression hardened, and her fighting spirit suddenly converged towards her eyes as she fully activated her innate talent, the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Eye.

In an instant, those clear, emerald eyes suddenly burst forth with a shimmering green light, and deep within their pupils, three lifelike petal patterns slowly emerged, rotating leisurely along some mysterious trajectory.

A strange energy fluctuation unique to the Azure Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil quietly spread out from Qinglin, and the surrounding damp and cold air of the Yellow Springs seemed to be drawn by this power, rippling slightly.

Before Yao Ming could recover from his shock, an extremely condensed emerald beam of light, carrying an irresistible pressure, shot straight toward his brow!

Although Qinglin was kind-hearted by nature, even though she suffered cold looks and rejection in Shimo City, she never let the soft kindness in her heart be covered by any dust.

Having followed Xiao Ling for so many years, she had traveled to all the dangerous places in Zhongzhou and witnessed the deceit and treachery of the world. Her mind was no longer as timid and ignorant as it had been back then, and she had become more and more decisive and resilient.

In the current situation, whether what this demon said was true or false was irrelevant to her. In this world where strength reigns supreme, one should always prioritize the interests of oneself and those around them.

Moreover, this was a personal instruction from Young Master Xiao Ling. In Qing Lin's heart, Xiao Ling's entrustment was the goal she should cherish most and the one she needed to accomplish most in her life.

Even if it goes against her conscience, she will do it without hesitation; moreover, it is clearly Xiao Ling's good intention to help her tame powerful snake pets and improve her cultivation, so there is no reason for her to refuse.

The well-informed Yao Ming, almost the instant Qing Lin's eyes flashed with emerald light, keenly detected the strange fluctuation unique to the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil. His expression changed drastically, and an incredulous exclamation burst from his dry throat: "How is this possible! It's actually the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil!"

He had only seen records of such heaven-defying eye techniques in ancient, dusty scrolls within his clan. It was a supreme eye technique that could surpass almost all snake bloodlines, granting the power of life and death and enslaving countless snakes.

Every snake clan with even a slight lineage will solemnly record in its clan records that if they encounter a holder of the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil, they must either kill him before he grows strong enough, or imprison him forever with the strongest restriction, never allowing such a being to grow, otherwise the entire clan will become his prisoner and never be able to rise again!
Yao Ming never imagined that this forbidden eye, which existed only in legends, would appear alive before him in such a wretched and miserable state.

A chilling despair surged up his spine, rushing to the top of his head. He felt as if fate was truly mocking him, with the threat of being overthrown looming ahead.
Before Yao Ming could have a moment to think, the emerald beam of light that shot out from Qing Lin's eyes, carrying an irresistible and strange pressure, struck his forehead with perfect accuracy.

The next instant, Yao Ming felt a cold and eerie power drill straight into the depths of his mind.

That power was like an invisible net, which spread wildly and irresistibly as soon as it entered his body, tearing apart the will he had held firm for hundreds of years. An uncontrollable sense of submission, originating from the deepest part of his soul, arose, causing his mind to tremble violently and almost collapsing on the spot.

Feeling this uncontrollable upheaval, Yao Ming's heart was filled with turmoil, and a metallic taste rose in his throat. Only then did he truly understand the terror of the Jade Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil, which was renowned throughout the snake clan!
He dared not slacken in the slightest, and hurriedly suppressed the blood in his throat, exerted all his strength to mobilize all his mind, and tried his best to stabilize his will on the verge of collapse, wanting to break free from the restraint of this force with the tenacity honed over hundreds of years.

Even with their best efforts to resist, the results were minimal.

Over the years that Qinglin has been by Xiao Ling's side, her Jade Serpent Three-Flower Pupil has been developed to its fullest potential. With Xiao Ling's meticulous guidance, she not only condensed her natal talisman early on, but also never neglected the cultivation of her spiritual power.

Now, her mental strength is so formidable that it far surpasses that of any cultivator of the same level. Even ordinary semi-saints are no match for her in terms of mental strength.

The monster race has always emphasized physical strength and bloodline power, while mental strength is an inherent weakness.

Even though Yao Ming was once a powerful Dou Sheng who was renowned throughout the region, his spiritual strength was only at the peak of the seventh-grade alchemist level. Compared with Qing Lin, he was utterly inferior, like heaven and earth.

After only a brief stalemate and resistance, Yao Ming's tenacious willpower was extinguished inch by inch like a candle flickering in the wind. He could only watch helplessly as that strange energy spread and swept through his sea of ​​consciousness, powerless to resist in the slightest.

Immediately afterwards, a faint emerald light slowly lit up between his eyebrows, then quickly spread out, transforming into a lifelike petal pattern. As the strange energy flowed, two more petals emerged from the pattern, eventually condensing into a pattern of three flowers blooming side by side.

The pattern hovered silently between his brows, emitting a faint emerald halo, subtly echoing the patterns in his Azure Scale Eyes, signifying the successful recapture of the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil. (End of Chapter)