This was indeed the truth.
Di Lingtian did not know the secret and did not take a clown like Yue Ling’er to heart. He turned around and left after receiving the answer.
He stepped out of Huan City and flew towards the City of Beastmen.
Feng Kui fell to the ground and only woke up after five minutes.
He looked around blankly, not understanding why he was sitting at the desk and handling work matters.
He tried his best to recall what had happened just now. To his surprise, he actually despised his chair for being too narrow and not as comfortable as the ground, so he ran to the ground and lay there for a while.
Feng Kui rubbed his forehead in embarrassment, thinking that he must have gone crazy dealing with official matters.
He hurriedly looked around and saw that no one had noticed his silly actions. He then quickly returned to his seat and continued with his work.
He did not know that he had already been brainwashed by Di Lingtian’s ocular skill and thought that everything in his memory was real.
City of Beastmen, City Lord’s Mansion.
In the most secret chamber underground, purple light flowed and sparkled.
A palm-sized purple crystal floated in the air.
The purple crystal had three cloud-shaped patterns in the middle.
The room was filled with purple flowers.
Even someone with poor judgment could tell that this object was definitely extraordinary.
At this moment, the purple crystal was held in the hands of a teenager.
The young man’s handsome face was pale and beads of sweat kept flowing down his face. The veins near his temples protruded. It was obvious that the young man was suffering greatly.
“Xiao’er, work harder. Once the Purple Cloud Soul Essence acknowledges this drop of blood essence, you’ll be the true City Lord of the City of Beastmen!”
A refined middle-aged man was encouraging him.
“Father… No, I don’t have the bloodline of the Zi Family. The backlash from the Purple Cloud Soul Essence is too strong!”
Yue Qianxiao tried his best to persevere, but his expression was becoming more and more painful.
“No, Xiao’er, you must succeed. In addition to half of your own blood essence, I added half of that sickly person’s blood essence. If we don’t succeed this time, will you just watch helplessly as that sickly person inherits the City Lord’s position at the City of Beastmen’s Meet a month later? Xiao’er, don’t forget that Father killed his mother for the Yue Family back then. He definitely won’t spare us!”
Yue Jinrong’s words were filled with eagerness.
He was the Yue Family’s Head, the acting City Lord of the City of Beastmen.
In order to make the Yue Family a true City Lord bloodline, he went against his conscience and spent a lot of effort to reach this point.
Whoever could obtain the recognition of the Purple Cloud Soul Essence would be the City Lord of the City of Beastmen.
The three of them had tried many times before. This was their last chance.
How could he not be anxious about something that concerned his life?
Yue Qianxiao gritted his teeth and tried her best to inject the drop of blood essence into the Purple Cloud Soul Essence.
Once this drop of blood essence entered his body, his strength would already reach the first stage of the Spirit Casting realm. He would be much stronger than the sickly ones.
His blood essence could naturally suppress the sickly person’s blood essence. He was the owner of this Purple Cloud Soul Essence.
His father’s and the Yue Family’s years of hard work were all for the sake of openly seizing the City Lord’s position in the City of Beastmen. They must not waste it!
Perhaps Yue Jinrong’s encouraging words had worked, but the Purple Cloud Soul Essence finally showed signs of accepting the blood essence. The flickering purple light slowly dimmed.
