The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

In the dimly lit underground chamber.

The flame of the eternal lamp flickered erratically.

The gold and silver jewelry scattered on the ground gleamed alluringly, yet it could no longer attract Su Zhen's attention.

His tall and robust body knelt on the cold, damp ground.

The large hand, capable of easily crushing an enemy's skull, gripped the jade pendant, wanting to grasp it but daring not to.

Su Zhen was trembling uncontrollably all over.

He was shivering as if he had been frozen in an extremely cold ice cellar for three days and three nights.

"Tick-tock".

Another scalding tear slid down the cheek of this iron-blooded tyrant.

It slammed heavily onto the eerie and alluring crimson lotus and spider totem on the jade pendant.

Su Jin, who was standing to the side, was casually wiping the black blood off the poisoned blade.

Noticing his father's unusual behavior, he frowned slightly and strode over the corpses on the ground.

"Father, why should a mere token of a heretical cult be..."

Before Su Jin could finish speaking, his voice was abruptly cut off.

His gaze fell directly on the jade pendant in Su Zhen's palm.

The moment I saw the jade pendant clearly.

Su Jin was frozen in place, as stiff as iron.

The next second, the cold-blooded, ruthless, and merciless King Yama of the Great Abyss Kingdom appeared.

His eyes turned completely red.

"This...this is..."

Su Jin's voice trembled violently, filled with heartbroken sobs and disbelief.

Immediately afterwards, an indescribable, terrifying killing intent erupted from his body!

The temperature in the sealed room dropped drastically, causing the flame of the ever-burning lamp to become weak.

Su Jin gripped the poisoned blade in his hand, the sharp edge cutting his palm.

Crimson blood dripped down the slit and onto the ground, but he felt no pain.

"The Netherworld Cult... The Netherworld Cult!"

Su Jin gritted his teeth and squeezed out these four words from the depths of his throat, each word carrying an unyielding blood feud.

Su Yaoyao, who had just been searching the whole house for gold bricks, was completely taken aback by the sudden tragic scene between the father and son.

Feeling bored, she put on a comical pig-snout gas mask and held a metal detector in her hand.

With his short legs and a suspicious look on his face, he approached Su Zhen and Su Jin.

"Father, brother, what's wrong with you?"

Su Yaoyao tilted her head and looked at the jade pendant on the ground, which was stained with poisonous blood and tears.

"Isn't this just a broken jade pendant from a cult? Is it really worth making you two cry like this?"

Hearing his daughter's innocent voice, Su Zhen slowly raised his head.

This once-powerful tyrant, his face streaked with tears, his eyes filled with endless sorrow and desolation.

He reached out his trembling hand and gently touched the top of Su Yaoyao's head.

"Girl, this is no ordinary broken jade pendant."

Su Zhen's voice was terribly hoarse, as if he had swallowed a handful of coarse sand.

"This jade pendant was your mother's personal possession!"

Upon hearing this, Su Yaoyao was stunned.

Although she was a transmigrator, she also inherited some fragmented memories of the original owner.

She knew that the Queen of Dayuan Kingdom was her and Su Jin's biological mother.

She tragically passed away eight years ago in a devastating accident.

At that time, Su Yaoyao had only been born for a short time and had no memory of her mother at all.

Su Zhen lowered his head, his fingers gently trembling as he stroked the red lotus and spider pattern on the jade pendant.

It's like caressing the most tender face of my beloved wife when she was alive.

"Eight years ago, your mother died tragically in the deep palace, without even a complete skeleton being left behind."

In the tyrant's eyes, overwhelming regret and self-reproach surged, and tears flowed like a burst dam.

"I have always believed that it was those jealous and scheming women in the harem who used witchcraft to harm her."

"In a fit of rage, I had all the concubines in the harem, along with their entire families, wiped out!"

Su Zhen recalled the bloodshed and turmoil of those years and closed his eyes in anguish.

"That purge killed tens of thousands of people. I thought I had avenged your mother."

"I believe she can now rest in peace."

At this point, Su Zhen opened his eyes, and a terrifying crimson light burst forth from them.

He gripped the jade pendant so tightly that his fingernails dug deep into his flesh, drawing blood.

"But I was wrong! I was terribly wrong!"

"This jade pendant is a family heirloom that your mother wore since she was a child; she never took it off!"

"After she was murdered, this jade pendant also disappeared without a trace, and I searched for it for eight whole years!"

"I never expected it to appear on these cult assassins!"

The truth has become cruel and clear.

It was not at all the witchcraft or sorcery that caused infighting and concubines vying for favor in the imperial harem.

The real culprit who brutally murdered Empress Dayuan was actually the Netherworld Cult, which was hiding in the shadows!

"Mother..."

Crown Prince Su Jin, who was standing to the side, knelt heavily on the ground with a "thump".

This living Yama cried like a helpless child, his tears mixed with blood, flowing freely.

"It is your unfilial son! It is your incompetence!"

Su Jin slammed his fist hard into the hard ground, smashing it until it was a bloody mess.

"Those cult scum have been at large for a full eight years!"

"They actually used their mother's belongings as tokens for themselves, these shameful rats!"

Grief, indignation, and humiliation burned fiercely in Su Jin's chest.

The relaxed atmosphere that had been brought about by the raid on homes and the pursuit of money in the underground chamber was completely gone.

It became oppressive, tragic, and even heroic.

It is filled with a resolute determination to fight to the death and to pay for blood debts.

Su Zhen slowly stood up.

His tall body stood ramrod straight, like a resurrected ancient demon god.

He raised the jade pendant with both hands, and let out a long, earth-shaking roar towards the dark dome of the secret chamber.

"The Netherworld Cult!"

The tyrant's roar was mixed with a powerful, earth-shattering internal force, causing the secret chamber to tremble and dust to fall.

"I don't care what kind of demons or monsters you are, nor how well you hide!"

"You killed my beloved wife! This blood feud is irreconcilable!"

Su Zhen drew the Longquan sword from the ground, its blade pointing straight to the sky.

"I hereby swear that I will raze your Netherworld Cult's headquarters to the ground!"

"I will skin the men alive and tear the women to pieces, you heretics of the cult!"

"I will use the blood and heads of your entire sect to appease the spirit of Zitong in heaven!"

Su Jin also stood up, his eyes as cold as ancient ice.

"Father, rest assured, your son is willing to personally lead an army of 100,000 to search the highest heavens and the deepest hells."

"Even if we have to dig three feet into the ground, we will uproot this Netherworld Cult!"

"I want them to know that the consequence of harming my Empress Dayuan is a fate worse than death!"

A classic revenge story.

The tyrant, for the sake of his beloved wife who had died, vowed to slaughter everyone in the world.

For the sake of his tragically murdered mother, the crown prince transforms into a vengeful demon, about to unleash a bloody storm upon the martial world.

The scene, the lines!

It will surely move any listener to tears.

It is the prelude to the start of a serious, heart-wrenching, and epic ultimate revenge storyline.

however.

She is the only female family member in this revenge storyline.

Crown Princess Su Yaoyao's reaction at this moment seemed somewhat out of place.

She silently took off the comical pig-snout gas mask from her head.

Su Yaoyao stood there, watching the father and son who were embracing each other and crying, vowing to kill everyone in the world.

She blinked her clear, innocent eyes, her face showing no sign of grief.

"Um... Dad, Brother, don't jump to conclusions yet."

Su Yaoyao stepped forward, her curiosity evident as she looked into her trembling father's large hand.

He took the jade pendant that bore witness to eight years of blood feud.

The jade pendant feels warm and cool to the touch; it is indeed a piece of superior jade.

She first looked at the front of the jade pendant.

A blood-red spider carved with lifelike detail.

"The carving is quite good, rather unique."

Su Yaoyao muttered something and turned the jade pendant over.

Get ready to check the back; see if there are any secret codes or contact phrases from the Netherworld Cult engraved on it.

However, the moment she saw the few small characters on the back of the jade pendant...

Su Yaoyao's pupils dilated.

The curious expression on her fair and adorable little face froze.

Then, her facial features contorted in a bizarre way.

It's like swallowing a whole, unripe, sour lemon.

A strong internal吐槽 (tu cao, a form of self-criticism or venting) mechanism is activated in my mind.