My whole family time-traveled! I became a god during my exile in a famine.

Chapter 165 Absolute Submission
Xin Nian grasped the vine that strangled her.

This little thing is quite anthropomorphic, with three tender leaves on its head, stretching out its slender hands and feet, touching Xin Nian's fingers.

Xin Nian pointed at it and said, "Mother, this strangling vine is cultivated very well."

It looks lush and vibrant, like it's been well-nourished.

"Give it a name." Xie Ninglan was quite satisfied with her masterpiece.

"Call her Jiaojiao." Xin Nian came up with a name that wasn't very thoughtful, and Jiao Ren Teng was happy, its leaves sticking close to hers again.

Sure enough, the vine her mother nurtured from scratch was the most considerate. It was much cuter than the previous vine that attacked living beings indiscriminately.

Xie Ninglan was also very happy.

The roots of this strangler vine are extensive and endless. After the main branch is handed over to the daughter, she can also encourage the growth of countless secondary branches, which can be used at any time.

Once it truly matures, the Entangling Vine will be both offensive and defensive, becoming a valuable companion plant for your daughter, serving many purposes.

Most importantly, as long as she can continuously generate new life, the main branch will never die.

Moreover, she can communicate with the main branch remotely and receive messages from her daughter at any time.

This means that from now on, the mother and daughter will have an additional liaison.

Xin Nian tossed the human-shaped vine onto her shoulder and gently pressed its leaves with her finger. The vine then danced around excitedly, bouncing back and forth on her shoulder.

"How do you plan to clean up the mess caused by Wuxia Society?" Xin Wenyuan looked at his daughter with a serious expression.

"It's alright, Uncle Wenyuan. I'll have people keep a close eye on things. If there's any movement from Wuxia over there, we can respond immediately." Xiao Jinzhi didn't seem to care about it.

What he cared about most was that Xin Xiaoliu needed to correct his attitude towards battle; killing a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own was not advisable.

"Father, don't worry. For every person from the Wuxia Society who comes, I'll conjure a puppet. If two come, I'll conjure two! As the number of sorcerers in the Wuxia Society decreases, the number of puppeteers in our area will increase day by day. This is a good thing!"

As she continued speaking, Xin Nian became increasingly convinced of her own reasoning, her eyes sparkling as she looked at everyone.

Xiao Jinzhi was both amused and exasperated.

Everyone rolled their eyes silently.

"Girl, don't get too cocky," Xin Wenyuan said irritably. "You should think about how to completely control him first."

Xin Mochen, Xie Ning, Lan Chijue, and the others all turned to look at the silent puppet number two standing in the shadow of the cabinet.

The second person had been keeping his head down ever since he entered the room, seemingly very submissive, but there was a vague sense that he wasn't doing a good job.

Unlike Puppet Number One, whose empty eyes concealed absolute obedience.

Although Number One is not weak in combat, he is not a sorcerer after all.

Perhaps the sorcerer has other methods; otherwise, Xie Ning and Lan Xinwen wouldn't always feel uneasy.

Chi Jue suddenly asked, "Could it be that these high-level fate sorcerers are only pretending to lie low for now, and will try to escape later?"

Xin Nian moved her fingers, and Number Two in the corner immediately raised his head with a distorted expression, a hint of desperate struggle deep in his eyes.

“You’re right, so I’ve decided to add double or even triple threads to it.”

The flying wire shot over and, unexpectedly, pulled onto Number Two's head, neck, torso, and limbs, binding him tightly.

Number Two, unable to conceal the grimace of pain on his face, suddenly began to struggle violently, as if driven by instinct. He had indeed not been completely puppeted. The expressions on the faces of those present remained unchanged, but their hearts were filled with shock.

Especially Xin Wenyuan and Xie Ninglan, along with Xin Mochen, were very clear about Xin Nian's strength, something that would have been unthinkable in the past.

Who can make Nian Nian use the Thread Puppet Technique again and again? This number two in front of us is the first person.

"Generally, so-called psychics who claim to be masters of destiny possess extremely strong mental power. He is a dual psychic with the ability to control and deflect others' power and skills. In addition to controlling others' power and deflecting their skills, he can also use his mental power to bewitch his opponents, causing them to self-harm in a daze."

“People who don’t understand his special ability will be frightened by him, thinking they have really encountered a master of destiny. How can humans resist fate?” Xin Nian said, her face calm and expressionless, as if she were explaining something to everyone or to Number Two.

"This is actually a psychological tactic. As long as you truly defeat your opponent psychologically, you will naturally be invincible." Xin Nian's fingertips twitched slightly, and several fine threads were drawn by her to climb densely up the opponent's limbs and bones.

All the people saw was Number Two, who was in the shadow of the cabinet, shaking violently. His body seemed to be completely out of control, and his limbs made mechanical clicking sounds.

The fierce glint that flashed in his eyes for a moment gradually faded into a blank, calm, and empty state as the threads were layered upon layer.

Fifteen minutes later, Number Two fell completely silent.

The room was completely silent.

When Xin Mohan met the dark, expressionless eyes of Number Two, she felt a little scared and moved closer to her older brother.

"Number Two, stab yourself in the heart."

At Xin Nian's command, a dagger slid down from Number Two's sleeve, and without hesitation, he stabbed himself in the heart.

The blood spurted out, but Xin Nian used a spatial barrier to separate it without a drop falling around it; it was all absorbed by the small space.

A ball of healing light landed on Number Two's chest, quickly filling the void in his heart.

Number Two, whose expression had previously turned gloomy and dejected, also breathed a sigh of relief under the soothing healing energy. His empty eyes met the others' gazes, devoid of any emotion.

This was true submission, and everyone sighed inwardly.

Xin Wenyuan didn't say it aloud, but he nodded to himself.

Although his youngest daughter is a bit impulsive, she's generally reliable. Knowing this, her father felt a little more at ease.

"Let's put aside the matters that we don't have time for for now. We can rest assured with Jinzhi keeping an eye on things."

“But your uncle told us that in a few days, after the city residents move into the cellars one by one, we will have to move with them.”

Xin Wenyuan frowned and said, "But there's still no news from your maternal grandmother. So I'm thinking of having your eldest brother take Zhang Shifuzhang and his men to go out and meet your maternal grandmother and the others."

"We agreed on a three-day period. If we can't pick up your maternal grandparents and cousin within three days, we'll have to go back to the city first."

Xin Nian nodded, "I was just thinking of going into seclusion for three days. If you need any help..."

“No need, you do your thing,” Xin Mochen quickly said. “We can handle going out of the city to pick up people.”

After the group finished their discussion, they left the room.

Xin Nian set up a spatial restriction outside the garden, sealing off the entire area, before carrying Xiao Teng Jiao Jiao into the garden.

With a thought, Jiaojiao swiftly climbed onto her arm, stretching and spreading, branches and leaves sprouting from the vines, leaving a thunderous afterimage in the air.

A barely erect spatial wall was smashed apart by Jiaojiao, shattering with a deafening roar.