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

As dawn broke, on the desolate official road leading to the border of the Great Yan Kingdom.

Two black steeds leisurely rode side by side.

On horseback were the eccentric father and daughter who had fled the Great Yuan Kingdom overnight.

To avoid attracting attention, Su Zhen deliberately put on two comical mustaches.

He was wearing a dark red brocade robe embroidered with huge copper coin patterns, typical of a nouveau riche.

He was twirling two walnuts in his hand, looking every bit the money-grubbing old man.

Su Yaoyao changed into a drab gray servant's outfit, with two buns on her head.

"Dad, we ran so fast, we didn't bring enough cash."

Su Yaoyao sat on the horse, swinging her short legs, and counted on her fingers.

"Prices are high in the Great Yan Kingdom. We travel across borders, and there are places where we have to spend money everywhere."

Hearing his daughter's complaints, Su Zhen was about to pat his chest and assure her that he could get the money.

Just then, a rustling sound of leaves suddenly came from the dense forest on both sides of the official road.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

A dozen or so masked, burly men wielding large machetes and with menacing faces sprang out of the bushes.

They were well-trained and lined up in a row, completely blocking the father and daughter's path.

The one-eyed bandit leader, carrying a large sword, arrogantly spat out a mouthful of saliva.

"This mountain is mine, these trees are mine!"

"You old fool, if you know what's good for you, hand over all your money, and I'll spare your lives!"

Faced with the sudden robbery, the tyrant father and the crown princess showed no fear whatsoever.

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, their eyes gleaming with a greedy green light that surpassed even that of bandits.

It's like a pillow being delivered just when you're about to fall asleep!

Su Zhen curled a cruel sneer at the corner of his mouth and casually crushed the two walnuts into powder.

"Robbery? I'd love to be robbed more than anything else in my life."

After the time it takes to drink half a cup of tea.

The once arrogant and domineering dozen or so bandits huddled together, shivering in the cold wind.

Their tattered clothes had been stripped clean.

Each person was left with only a pair of tattered red underwear that let in the wind.

Su Yaoyao skillfully stuffed all the loose silver and copper coins she had looted from them, along with the chipped knives, into a large black sack.

"You poor bastard! You come out to rob people and this is all the money you have?"

The tyrant father kicked the one-eyed man in the butt, his face full of disgust.

"It's not even worth one of my toes from when I was a bandit in Black Wind Stronghold!"

The bandits were on the verge of tears, cursing inwardly.

These two not only robbed us of all the money, but they also took our clothes and shoes. Who is the real bandit here?

Meanwhile, in the imperial study next to the Taiji Hall in the capital city of the Great Yuan Kingdom.

The art style is completely different from the relaxed and pleasant atmosphere on the official road; it is a suffocating despair.

"what!"

A desperate, piercing wail came from the imperial study, startling the eunuchs outside the door who trembled with fear.

Crown Prince Su Jin, with disheveled hair, slumped on the large dragon throne.

His once cold, ruthless, and murderous eyes were now filled with terrifying red blood vessels.

His eyes were covered with dark circles from working overtime all night.

In front of him stood seven or eight mountains of memorials, each half a person tall!

"Why...why do I, the Crown Prince, have to approve this utter nonsense!"

Su Jin grabbed a memorial submitted by the Ministry of Revenue, trembling with anger.

"A sow in Longxi is having a difficult birth; do they really need to write a memorial to the Emperor about such a trivial matter?!"

"During the floods in Jiangnan, they're allocating funds and still demanding a ten-thousand-word essay?"

He drew the poisoned blade from his waist and nailed the memorial to the imperial desk with a single stroke.

The Living Yama Prince felt like he was going crazy.

He's an assassin!

He's a martial arts fanatic who believes in violence!

His hands are for killing and drawing blood, not for using a vermilion pen to scrutinize these trivial matters!

"Father! Yao Yao! You two heartless liars!"

Su Jin looked up to the sky and roared, tears welling in his eyes mixed with resentment at being abandoned.

"You all go to the Great Yan Kingdom to enjoy a life of luxury, while I'm left here as free labor!"

"Once I've dealt with all this mess, I'm going to the Great Yan Kingdom and bring you all back!"

The Imperial Study was filled with the Crown Prince's impotent and furious roars, which continued for a long time.

We traversed the continuous mountain ranges and crossed the border between the two countries.

It was pushed directly towards the distant neighboring country, the Great Yan Kingdom.

Deep within the Ten Thousand Mountains, a persistent and highly toxic miasma shrouds the area, obscuring the sun year-round.

In the heart of this death zone, which even birds cannot cross.

A magnificent and eerie black palace complex stands tall.

The walls are carved with hideous demons, and banners for summoning souls hang everywhere, fluttering in the wind.

This is the place of the largest cult in the Great Yan Kingdom, a place that strikes fear into the hearts of countless righteous people.

The headquarters of the Netherworld Cult!

Inside the main hall of the main altar, two rows of braziers burned with eerie blue flames, creating a sinister and terrifying atmosphere.

In the very center of the main hall, atop nine white jade steps.

On the table was a throne made of pure gold and inlaid with countless fine rubies.

A stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a fiery red gown was lounging lazily on the throne.

Her long, black hair cascaded down her back, and her features were exquisite, exuding a sharp, aggressive aura.

In his narrow, fox-like eyes flowed an air of domineering arrogance that looked down upon the world and a disdain for anyone.

This is the master of the Netherworld Cult, and also the empress of the Great Abyss Kingdom who has been missing for eight years.

Ye Honglian!

Too weak to take care of herself?

A delicate, beautiful white moonlight?

It was all an act that this woman put on to cover up her true intentions back then.

She casually placed one foot on the edge of the throne, holding a Western Region luminous cup in her hand.

"Boring, so incredibly boring."

Ye Honglian gently swirled the scarlet wine in her glass, her beautiful face filled with utter boredom.

"The righteous martial arts sects of the Great Yan Kingdom are too weak. I haven't even used my strength yet, and a large number of them have already fallen down."

Just as she was muttering to herself, complaining about the lack of excitement in her life...

"Achoo!"

Ye Honglian suddenly sneezed loudly.

She almost dropped the luminous glass in her hand, and a few drops of red wine splashed onto the back of her snow-white hand.

She's a master among masters, immune to all poisons and impervious to heat and cold, so how could she suddenly sneeze?

Ye Honglian slowly sat up straight, her beautiful brows furrowing slightly.

A faint yet eerie chill crept up her spine, making her feel as if she were being pricked by thorns.

"Strange, why do I have this feeling that I'm being watched by those two bastards?"

Ye Honglian stroked her chin, a hint of wariness flashing in her beautiful fox-like eyes.

In this world, there are very few people who can make her feel this sense of crisis.

Her intuition told her that something big was about to happen.

It's better to be safe than sorry.

Ye Honglian slammed her hand heavily on the armrest of the throne, her domineering voice echoing throughout the hall.

"Someone come here!"

Two guardians, shrouded in black robes, suddenly appeared and knelt on one knee.

"By my decree, immediately reinforce the defensive array outside the Divine Sect's headquarters with two more layers!"

"Activate all highly poisonous traps and mechanisms to the highest level!"

She refused to believe that her impregnable cult headquarters could be destroyed by anyone.

Meanwhile, on the official road outside the border of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two black horses.

Su Zhen, mounted on horseback, was carefully wiping the gleaming Longquan sword in his hand with a tattered cloth.

His eyes, slightly red with excitement, were reflected on the blade.

Wife, you've kept this from me for so long! Once I catch you, I'll definitely reclaim my husbandly authority!

Su Yaoyao, sitting cross-legged on the horse's back, was standing to the side.

She held a small abacus made of pure gold in her hand, and her fair fingers made the beads click and clack.

"This round of raiding the cult's base will make us at least another million taels of gold to break even."

"Otherwise, it would be a waste of all the hard work I put into this international business trip!"

The father and daughter exchanged a glance, and at the same time, a chilling smile appeared on their lips.

"drive!"

With a loud crack of the whip, the two swift horses shot off like arrows towards the border of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The sound of horses' hooves clattered, raising clouds of dust.

Are the Netherworld Cult of the Great Yan Kingdom ready to welcome these two ancestors whose mental state is extremely unstable?