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Xiao Ling stretched out his palm, and a powerful suction force surged from his palm, like a bottomless whirlpool swallowing hundreds of rivers.

The moment the suction force appeared, it locked onto the Elder, who was lying on the ground, his flesh mangled and bloody. The latter was already on the verge of death, and now, under the pull of this powerful suction force, he was powerless to resist. His haggard and broken body was like a kite with a broken string, and was pulled straight towards Xiao Ling, crashing heavily into an invisible barrier.

Xiao Ling flicked his finger, and a wisp of extremely condensed battle qi, like a spider's thread, burrowed into the Grand Elder's limbs and bones, instantly sealing off all the meridians in his body. The Grand Elder let out a unwilling roar, unleashing all his remaining strength as he frantically twisted and struggled, but the spatial power that permeated his body had already solidified into an impenetrable wall, binding him tightly. Every movement aggravated the shattered meridians within his body, bringing excruciating pain.

He could only look up at Xiao Ling, who had an indifferent expression. In his turbid eyes, there was no longer any trace of the previous madness and ruthlessness, only a deep-seated fear and apprehension, like prey on the verge of death, staring intently at the hunter who held his life in his hands.

Xiao Ling didn't say a single word to the paralyzed elder from beginning to end, and his face showed no extra expression whatsoever.

He simply turned slowly to the side, his gaze falling on Yao Ming beside him, his tone flat and emotionless, revealing no emotion: "This person will be under my care from now on."

He paused, then added, "Take care of all the affairs in the clan as soon as possible. There are some things that need your attention later."

Upon hearing this, Yao Ming immediately nodded solemnly and said in a deep voice, "Please rest assured, Lord Xiao Ling, I will be able to handle this mess in the clan in a moment and will not delay the follow-up matters."

Xiao Ling's conversation with Yao Ming was quietly isolated by an invisible barrier of Dou Qi, and none of the surrounding elders and clansmen could catch a single word.

As the crowd watched Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder being easily suppressed, the pent-up frustration in their hearts dissipated at that moment, and their aged faces were filled with excitement.

Everyone knows that Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder have been ruthless and autocratic in their rule over the clan for years, squandering the clan's bloodline for their own selfish desires, which has long been a source of resentment. Now that these two have fallen, they have been replaced by the fair-minded, highly respected, and unfathomably powerful former clan leader, Yao Ming. Isn't this a blessing for the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan?
"Elders."

Yao Ming's voice rang out slowly, his indifferent tone carrying an undeniable authority. He glanced at the excited crowd before him and said in a deep voice, "I will leave the affairs of the clan to you all to handle from now on."

His tone suddenly shifted, a cold glint flashing in his eyes: "As for the remnants of Yao Xiaotian's faction, they are all malignant tumors that wreak havoc on the clan. Those who should not be kept should not be kept any longer."

He knew very well that if he wanted to completely regain control of the clan chief and solidify the clan's foundation, these lurking parasites had to be eradicated, otherwise they would become a major threat sooner or later.

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this, the elders dared not be negligent in the slightest. They immediately bowed, clasped their hands, and respectfully responded in unison, their voices filled with awe.

Xiao Ling stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze sweeping over Yao Ming as he methodically issued orders and dealt with the chaos in the clan. A hint of approval flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slightly.

Sealed in the depths of the Yellow Springs for hundreds of years, enduring the corrosive chill, it not only failed to diminish its sharpness but instead precipitated a more composed composure and majesty.

This man still possesses great ambition, and his character is extremely resilient. Given time, he will surely become a powerful figure. Now that he has Qinglin under his command, he will undoubtedly become a capable and independent right-hand man in the future.

After giving instructions to the clan elders on the important matters, Yao Ming quickly came to Xiao Ling's side, his brows furrowed with apology, and bowed, saying, "Your Excellency Xiao Ling, I am truly sorry. Although I have now regained control of the Nine Netherworld Python Clan, the clan is in dire need of rebuilding, and there are many accumulated trivial matters that need to be dealt with properly."

He bowed slightly, his tone extremely sincere: "Please stay in the clan for a while, sir. After I finish dealing with these mundane matters, if you have any instructions, I, Yao Ming, and the entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan will do our utmost and will not shirk our responsibilities in the slightest!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling nodded slightly and said calmly, "It's alright. Now that you have regained power, it is your top priority to reorganize the clan. You should indeed devote more effort to it. I have the patience to do so and will wait here."

Having said that, he pointed to Yao Xiaotian, who was being watched over by several snake-people with his fighting spirit tightly sealed, not far away. He raised an eyebrow slightly.
"As for your good brother, what are your plans next? I'm planning to have Qinglin use the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil to completely subdue and control him and that old snake."

When Yao Ming heard Xiao Ling mention Yao Xiaotian, his gaze darkened slightly, and he couldn't help but turn around to look at the figure being watched over to the side.

Perhaps sensing the two gazes falling on him, Yao Xiaotian trembled violently, like a snake whose tail had been stepped on. He hurriedly lowered his head to avoid the gaze, not daring to even breathe, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably. There was no trace of the arrogance of the former clan leader.

Seeing his pathetic state, Yao Ming felt a surge of anger, feeling utterly humiliated. He quickly turned back, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Xiao Ling, and said in a deep voice,
"Your Excellency Xiao Ling, rest assured, since this wretched creature can still benefit Miss Qing Lin's cultivation, I naturally won't delay. I will have someone bring him here immediately. From now on, Miss Qing Lin will have complete control over this wretched creature and that Grand Elder, without a single objection!"

Seeing that Yao Ming was so sensible, Xiao Ling nodded in satisfaction and said with a faint smile, "Your understanding has saved us a lot of trouble. This internal strife must have depleted your clan's vitality. In the future, I will provide some cultivation resources as appropriate to help your Nine Netherworld Python Clan recover its vitality as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, Yao Ming's eyes suddenly lit up with joy. He quickly bowed and clasped his hands in gratitude, saying, "Thank you so much for your generous gift, Lord Xiao Ling! I cannot express my gratitude enough. In the future, if you ever need my help, my entire Nine Netherworld Python Clan will go through fire and water for you!"

After finishing his instructions to Xiao Ling, Yao Ming strode towards the direction where Yao Xiaotian was. His steps were steady, and each step carried the chill accumulated over hundreds of years.

The snake-people guards watching over Yao Xiaotian bowed respectfully upon seeing their clan leader arrive in person. Then, at Yao Ming's command, they quickly retreated to the side, not daring to linger for a moment.

Yao Ming's gaze fell on Yao Xiaotian, who was lying on the ground with his fighting spirit sealed. In his eyes, which had been silent for hundreds of years, a cold killing intent surged.

"Big brother! Big brother, spare me!" Yao Xiaotian looked up and saw Yao Ming's cold face. His previously sinister expression was instantly overwhelmed by fear. He tried to scramble back, but an invisible pressure pinned him to the spot. He could only scream and beg for mercy.
"I was misled by the Grand Elder back then! He instigated me to betray you! I was confused for a moment and that's why I did such a beastly thing!"

Yao Ming crouched down, his hand slowly stroking Yao Xiaotian's blood-stained head. His tone was icy, each word dripping with venom: "Now you know to call me elder brother? The suffering I endured for hundreds of years, corroded by the chilling energy of the Yellow Springs Abyss, was all thanks to you!" His fingertips caressed Yao Xiaotian's trembling scalp, the coldness on his face suddenly fading, replaced by a fleeting gentleness. His voice deepened, tinged with melancholy: "Back then, I truly considered you a brother. If you hadn't betrayed me, this position of clan leader would have been yours sooner or later."

Stop pretending!

Yao Xiaotian felt the undisguised killing intent in Yao Ming's palm, and his whole body trembled like a leaf, but he still roared fiercely, as if Yao Ming's words had touched a raw nerve.

"From childhood to adulthood, you've always gotten to pick the best things first! You've long since had enough of me! If you want me dead, you won't have any fun either!"

Having vented the resentment that had accumulated in his heart for hundreds of years, a resolute madness suddenly flashed in Yao Xiaotian's eyes. He desperately urged the remaining energy in his body, wanting to activate his natal demon core and self-destruct in a mutual destruction.

However, his fighting spirit had already been completely sealed, and his meridians were blocked inch by inch like rotten wood. Even though the demonic core was churning wildly in his dantian, it was impossible to gather enough power to detonate it. Achieving self-destruction was not something that could be done in a moment.

As Yao Xiaotian felt the futile tremors of the demonic core, endless despair welled up in his heart. Things had come to this; he was doomed. Rather than be captured so pathetically and become someone else's prisoner, he'd rather drag his brother, whom he hated to the core, down with him to the underworld!
The moment this insane thought arose, Yao Ming saw it all. He looked at Yao Xiaotian's face, which was twisted with extreme hatred, and a barely perceptible disappointment flashed across his eyes. Then, that last trace of brotherly affection was completely replaced by a bone-chilling coldness and indifference.

“From now on, I, Yaoming, will no longer have you as my younger brother.”

The moment the cold words fell, Yao Ming raised his hand and delivered a swift chop to Yao Xiaotian's neck. At the same time, a wisp of condensed energy entered his body, precisely sealing his dantian.

With a muffled thud, the restless demonic core within Yao Xiaotian's body instantly subsided. Before he could even utter a groan, his eyes rolled back, and he completely lost consciousness, collapsing to the ground like a dead snake drained of all its strength.

Yao Ming exhaled a long breath, and the resentment and frustration accumulated over hundreds of years seemed to dissipate with that breath, and the tension around him also subsided. He reached out and picked up the unconscious Yao Xiaotian as if he were carrying a weightless dead snake, and strode to Xiao Ling.

"Lord Xiao Ling, this matter is settled." Yao Ming bowed slightly, his tone respectful. "Please accompany me to the depths of the clan's territory. I have ordered people to prepare a quiet place for you to recuperate in peace."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Ling raised his hand and sent out a wisp of condensed battle qi that precisely wrapped around Yao Xiaotian's body. Guided by the battle qi, the limp figure floated up and hovered steadily beside Xiao Ling.

He nodded slightly and said calmly, "Okay, then I'll leave the rest to you."

……

The Nine Netherworld Python clan was struck by this earth-shattering upheaval, and overnight, a thunderous purge swept through the clan. Those who had once sided with Yao Xiaotian and the Grand Elder were all dragged out and purged. Among them were even several elders whose strength had reached the half-saint realm, who, due to their close association with the two, could not escape punishment.

According to Yao Ming's usual ruthless methods, these people should have been executed directly to prevent future troubles. However, considering that their cultivation was hard-won, it would be a pity to kill them now. With the idea of ​​making the most of them, Xiao Ling simply asked for them all and handed them over to Qing Lin to activate the Azure Serpent Three-Flower Eyes to subdue them all and make them his own.

The commotion and turmoil of the night eventually subsided into calm as dawn broke.

As dawn breaks, dappled gold light filters through the carved fence of the courtyard.

The lawn in the center of the courtyard was neatly manicured and soft, with glistening dewdrops clinging to the blades, reflecting shimmering light in the morning sun. A gentle breeze swept by, carrying the fresh scent of grass and trees, and wafting a few wisps of its fragrance.

Xiao Ling sat cross-legged in the center of the lawn, his back straight and his aura peaceful.

Qinglin rested her head on the former's shoulder, lying on her side in his arms. Her long, emerald-green hair cascaded down like a waterfall onto the tender green grass, with a few playful strands brushing against Xiao Ling's fingertips.

She tilted her head slightly, her cheek pressed against the warm robe, her eyebrows relaxed, and a faint smile played on her lips. She looked completely relaxed and demure, even her breathing became soft and long.

The surroundings were quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the grass, which, along with the morning light, made this little world seem exceptionally peaceful and serene.

Xiao Ling gently stroked Qing Lin's cheek with his fingertips, feeling the delicate and warm touch. His gaze fell on her clear, emerald-like eyes, and his voice was gentler than ever before.
"Qinglin, those elders of the Nine Netherworld Pythons, as well as the Grand Elder and the two Dou Sheng, Yao Xiaotian, you have subdued them all. Is there anything wrong with you?"

Qinglin nodded obediently at first, then shook her head gently, a faint smile curving her lips.

"I don't feel uncomfortable at all. This is thanks to my continuous mental training these days, which has laid a solid foundation."

She took Xiao Ling's sleeve with her slender hand and explained softly,

"Moreover, these guys' soul power wasn't particularly strong to begin with, and when they were subdued, they were all in extremely poor condition, either with their battle qi sealed or seriously injured, so they had no ability to put up much resistance, which saved me a lot of effort."

The conversation shifted slightly, Qinglin frowned slightly, and her tone became somewhat serious.

"However, the number of snake-type magical beasts I can control is already approaching the limit of my Azure Serpent Three-Flower Pupil. If my cultivation or spiritual power can advance to the next level, subduing more snake-type magical beasts with my pupil technique will naturally not be a problem. Moreover, I can already feel that after subduing these high-level snake pets, my cultivation speed has greatly increased. After some consolidation, it won't be long before I can attempt to break through the bottleneck of the Half-Saint realm." (End of Chapter)