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

The aftershocks of the Yellow Springs Yin Stone Mountain collapsing had not yet dissipated, and the crisp sound of breaking chains still echoed in the dark air at the bottom of the Yellow Springs, when Xiao Ling had already retrieved the sharp blade imbued with spatial power.

The fragments gradually gathered together, transforming back into the shape of the Fallen God Weapon, hovering quietly in his palm. Its sharpness had faded, leaving only a faint metallic gleam.

He glanced up and swept his gaze over the four still taut black chains on Yao Ming's body. Following the direction the chains extended, he saw three more Yellow Spring Yin Stone Mountains standing in the shadows deep within the Yellow Springs, identical to the one from before. They were as black as ink, with flowing restraints on their surfaces, continuously radiating a chilling and sinister sealing power.

Seeing that the method was effective, Xiao Ling did not hesitate any longer and dashed towards the other three mountains formed by the Yellow Spring Yin Stone like lightning.

He followed suit, spreading his spiritual power between his brows, and the Fallen God Weapon in his palm split and recombined, transforming into a sharp blade imbued with the power of space, slashing down fiercely one move after another.

The three seemingly indestructible, dark mountains all snapped in two with a deafening roar, sending debris and chilling air currents flying in all directions.

As the last mountain collapsed with a deafening roar, the last black chain binding Yao Ming also lost its energy source, breaking into dust inch by inch and dissipating into the dark currents of the Yellow Springs.

The moment the chains shattered, Yao Ming felt a surge of immense power burst forth from his limbs and bones, and the seal that had been entrenched within him for hundreds of years vanished completely, like ice and snow melting away.

A long-lost sense of ease swept over his entire body, and his limbs and bones seemed to tremble with comfort. He could even clearly feel the cold air currents from the bottom of the Yellow Springs slowly seeping into his body through his pores and merging with his own fighting spirit.

This unrestrained freedom was something he had never longed for during his centuries of imprisonment. He stood there stunned for a long time, his withered fingers curling slightly as he felt the power flowing through his body again. His eyes even felt hot, and for a moment he felt a sense of bewilderment, as if he had been transported to another world.

Yao Ming clenched his fist tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force. An overwhelming joy surged from his chest, dispelling all the gloom that had accumulated over the centuries.

He couldn't help but raise his head and let out a long, joyful, and relieved roar towards the dark void at the bottom of the Yellow Springs. The roar pierced through the cold water and echoed for a long time in the empty sealed land.

As the whistle subsided, he took a deep breath, slowly suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, and steadily turned his gaze to Xiao Ling and Qing Lin, who were standing side by side not far away.

He straightened his slightly hunched back, then solemnly bowed to the two of them, his voice hoarse but firm: "Yao Ming greets his master, greets Lord Xiao Ling!"

"From this day forward, if you two ever need my assistance, I, Yaoming, will go through fire and water without hesitation!"

He lowered his eyes, his mind now completely clear. Since his soul was already bound by the Jade Serpent's Three-Flower Pupil, and he was destined to never escape it in this life, he might as well accept this fate with equanimity.

Moreover, Xiao Ling's strength, which he just displayed, is unfathomable, and Qing Lin's Jade Serpent Three-Flower Pupil has unparalleled cultivation potential. Following such a powerful figure may well be a smooth path to success.

Having been dormant for hundreds of years, if he could regain control of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan with the help of the two of them, he might be able to reach the peak again, or even surpass the peak of the clan in the past.

Thinking this way, the last trace of resentment in his heart vanished, leaving only complete obedience and expectation.

"Alright, you've just escaped, and your battle qi is almost completely depleted. Right now, any Dou Zong expert could easily kill you. Take some pills to recover some of your battle qi; your good brother might be coming looking for you soon."

Xiao Ling glanced at Yao Ming in front of him, flicked his finger, and a bottle of pills flew towards the latter, saying,
"This is a Restoration Pill. Although its grade is not top-tier, it can help you quickly heal your damaged meridians and replenish your depleted battle qi. Take it first to regulate your condition. Once your breathing has stabilized, we can discuss reclaiming power from the Nine Netherworld Python Clan."

With a flick of his finger, Yao Ming caught the pill bottle that Xiao Ling had thrown at him. The moment the cool porcelain surface touched his palm, he heard about Yao Xiaotian. Immediately, a fierce glint flashed in his deep-set eyes, and his brows, which had relaxed after being freed, furrowed instantly, his expression so gloomy that it seemed to drip water.

The green mark hidden beneath his withered flesh was slightly hot, as if echoing the surging hatred in his heart. The suffering of hundreds of years of sealing, the humiliation of losing clan power, all of these were caused by this "good younger brother." He had already etched this blood debt into his heart a thousand times over.

But this gloom did not last long. He looked up at Xiao Lingyun's calm profile, and the anger in his heart quietly subsided.

Although he is now controlled by the Jade Serpent Three-Flower Pupil, he has undoubtedly found a powerful ally who can solve his current situation.

Xiao Ling's exact cultivation level remains a mystery to him, but his ability to shatter the Yellow Spring Yin Stone with ease and his composed demeanor are far beyond what he, as a two-star Dou Sheng in his prime, could ever achieve.

Yao Xiaotian is nothing but a treacherous and cunning person who climbed to the top by stepping on him. He might not even have taken me seriously back then, so how could he be a match for Xiao Ling?

With this powerful figure backing him up, he will make Yao Xiaotian taste all the suffering he has endured for hundreds of years and take back everything he has lost.

In the blink of an eye, he had already unscrewed the wooden stopper of the pill bottle. In an instant, a clear and mellow fragrance of pills surged out, like a clear spring cleansing the heart and mind, penetrating the limbs and bones through the nasal cavity, causing his meridians, which had been sealed for hundreds of years and were already dry and sluggish, to tremble slightly, and a wave of indescribable comfort surged through his body.

He glanced into the bottle subconsciously and saw more than ten pills lying quietly at the bottom, their color lustrous and full, like fine jade, with a pure and refined fragrance, without any impurities.

Yao Ming was quite knowledgeable, so he immediately recognized that the pills in the bottle were all grade eight pills.

His heart skipped a beat, and his pupils contracted sharply. Just now, Xiao Ling had casually remarked that "its grade isn't top-tier," and he had assumed it was at most a mid-grade seventh-rank pill, but he never expected it to be an eighth-rank!

It should be known that eighth-grade pills are already rare treasures in the world. Their difficulty in refining and their efficacy are enough to make any Dou Zun or even a half-saint level expert eager to obtain them.

However, Xiao Ling treated this treasure as an ordinary item, casually gifting a bottle to him. This generosity and confidence were truly astonishing.

Recalling the extremely refined soul power fluctuations that Xiao Ling had generated when he activated and controlled the Meteorite Weapon, a thought suddenly flashed through Yao Ming's mind: this person was probably not only unfathomably powerful, but also a highly skilled alchemist!
This realization deepened his admiration for Xiao Ling, and the last trace of subtle resistance he had previously harbored vanished in the clear glow of the eighth-grade pill.

Without further hesitation, he flipped his wrist and poured all the pills in the bottle into his stomach like beans.

The effects of the Grade 8 Restoration Pill were far more potent than Yao Ming had anticipated.

The pills dissolved instantly upon entering his stomach, transforming into streams of warm yet powerful medicinal energy, like a surging warm current that spread wildly throughout his limbs and bones.

Those meridians, withered and shrunken from being sealed for hundreds of years, were slowly stretching and repairing at a visible pace under the nourishment of the medicine. The previously sluggish blockages were all cleared by the medicine, emitting a faint buzzing sound. At the same time, pure battle qi power was also continuously flowing into the dantian, filling that long-dried-up emptiness.

As his fighting spirit grew, Yao Ming's originally emaciated body began to slowly change. His loose skin gradually tightened, and his withered muscles bulged again, outlining lines full of power. Even his bloodless, wrinkled face gradually lost its deathly aura, and a healthy rosy glow quickly climbed onto his cheeks, making his whole aura come alive.

……

While Yao Ming was using the power of the Grade 8 Restoration Pill to nourish his meridians and reshape his body, deep within the Netherworld Serpent Clan's core territory, a magnificent palace constructed entirely of black jade and ice crystals stood quietly.

Deep within the palace, in the sleeping quarters, the furnishings were extremely luxurious. The floor was covered with a whole black fox fur carpet, which made no sound when stepped on. Priceless ancient paintings of animal skins hung on the walls, with lifelike snake shadows in the paintings, as if they might burst out of the walls at any moment. The air was filled with a rich incense, mixed with the fragrance of women, creating a bewitching atmosphere.

On a large, cold jade bed, Yao Xiaotian lay naked, his body covered by a thin layer of silver fox fur, yet it could not conceal his smooth-lined body.

He had a handsome face, but there was an inescapable chill in his eyes, like ice coated with poison.

Those narrow eyes were slightly open and closed, with a dark green glint swirling within them. In the blink of an eye, there was a ruthless and calculating glint, like that of a venomous snake. A single glance was enough to send chills down one's spine and make one dare not look directly at them.

Beside him, two snake women with skin as white as snow knelt on the edge of the bed. Their naked bodies shone with a lustrous glow, and their slender fingertips gently massaged his shoulders, neck, and limbs with just the right amount of force.

They lowered their eyes, their expressions respectful and fearful, barely daring to breathe too heavily, for fear of angering this capricious clan leader.

Yao Xiaotian's large hands, however, roamed and caressed the two women's soft, delicate bodies without any restraint, sometimes gently stroking their waists, sometimes pinching their shoulders, his actions clearly showing his possessiveness.

The two women blushed as he touched them, their eyes gradually becoming hazy, soft moans escaping their lips, their brows adorned with a seductive charm, yet they dared not resist in the slightest, only obediently enduring his touch.

Besides, four or five beautiful snake women lay sprawled on the cold jade bed, their jade bodies reclining and their black hair disheveled.

They were either curled up or lying on their sides panting, their skin contrasting against the cold jade bed and the warm fur blanket, creating a scene that was both sensual and suffocatingly oppressive.

Each snake woman was extremely beautiful, with a captivating charm unique to the snake race in her eyes and brows, but at this moment, her face only showed exhaustion and submission, clearly exhausted from all the torment.

Yao Xiaotian closed his eyes, enjoying the beauty's service. A lazy yet sinister smile curled at the corner of his mouth. His fingertips caressed the snake woman's delicate skin beside him, his eyes filled with nonchalant amusement.

"Chieftain, I wish to serve you well~"

A seductive voice, sweet and alluring, lingered in his ears. A beautiful snake woman pressed herself against him, her soft body coiling around his arm like a boneless serpent. A snake tail covered in fine silver scales nimbly climbed up his waist and abdomen, gently caressing him.

"Ok?"

Yao Xiaotian let out a low laugh, his eyes darkening. Just as he was about to be moved, his whole body suddenly trembled, and the soul connection with the seal at the bottom of the Yellow Springs abruptly broke!
He suddenly opened his eyes, the lust in them vanishing instantly, replaced by utter shock and disbelief, and he gasped in a low voice.

"The seal... has broken?!"

"Chieftain~"

The snake woman continued to call out softly, trying to win his heart.

"roll!"

A thunderous roar erupted, filled with undisguised ferocity. Realizing that Yao Ming had most likely escaped, Yao Xiaotian had no desire for romance whatsoever.
With a backhand flick, the snake tail covered in purple scales at his waist lashed out with such force that it sent the clinging snake woman flying.

The snake woman screamed and slammed heavily against the bedpost, curling up in pain, her face deathly pale.

The remaining snake women, their bodies sprawled out, instantly paled. Trembling, they huddled together, their clothes disheveled, tumbling off the soft couch and cowering in a corner, utterly terrified. The atmosphere in the bedchamber instantly became oppressive; the sensual allure vanished, leaving only a deathly silence of terror.

They looked up at Yao Xiaotian, who lay on the bed with a gloomy face and a surge of malevolent energy. They were so frightened that they dared not even breathe loudly, for fear of becoming the next victim.

On the soft couch, her fair and delicate body lay sprawled out, a truly alluring sight, yet Yao Xiaotian had no interest in her whatsoever.

He clenched his fists tightly, his fingertips turning white from the force. Images of his journey to the Netherworld decades ago flashed through his mind. At that time, although Yao Ming was chained to the bone and tormented day and night in a cold place, he still managed to temper himself with the Yin energy of the Netherworld and forcibly hone his cultivation to the level of a two-star Dou Sheng.

Even he had to secretly fear such tenacity and ruthlessness.

If Yao Ming really breaks the seal and escapes, once he recovers his peak strength, given his vengeful nature, he will definitely bring up and settle the old score of usurping power and sending him to the underworld!

At that time, what awaits them is likely endless trouble, or even death and the extermination of their clan!

"Hmph! My dear brother!" Yao Xiaotian's lips curled into a cold, bloodthirsty smile, his voice filled with chilling intent.

"I originally spared your life out of some blood ties, leaving you with a gruesome existence. Now that you insist on courting death, I have no choice but to grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had already put on a black python robe, the hem of which was embroidered with a ferocious Nine Netherworld Python totem, which fluttered with his movements.

Yao Xiaotian cast a sinister glance at the group of snake women huddled in the corner, trembling. His aura surged with malevolence, and with a swift movement, he transformed into a dark afterimage, tearing through the void and vanishing instantly from the palace. (End of Chapter)