Chapter 1011: I Slaughtered the Jiao Mo Emperor Clan in Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie—Will the Cangkong Emperor Son Return?

Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie.

An invisible bloodlight surged in from the boundary wall, disturbing no one.

This place lay at the edge of the Flame Stone Star Region, the very spot where the Cangkong Emperor Son first descended with his three thousand imperial clan guard, the starting point of his hegemony.

As the Cangkong Emperor Son's empire expanded, the early-defecting Jiao Mo Emperor Clan cultivators and kings of Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie saw their status rise accordingly, becoming the backbone and core ruling group of the Cangkong Emperor Son's faction.

It had to be so.

If those who defected first were not rewarded, how could later arrivals rush to submit?

The three thousand imperial guard carried by the Cangkong Emperor Son could not be split in large numbers—it would weaken his strength and endanger his safety—so he had to rely on local forces within each minor world to exert control.

This was the Jiao Mo Emperor Clan's established custom.

Their loyalty was guaranteed; all pledged allegiance to the Emperor Son, and which Emperor Son it was made no difference. There was no interference, and no one would be foolish enough to use local forces to feign obedience while secretly resisting the Emperor Son, or to bargain with him.

In the immortal sects, this would be suicide.

In short, the Cangkong Emperor Son's policy of recruiting defectors was backed by Jiao Mo Emperor Clan tradition, and in an instant, he gathered millions of loyal troops—truly a masterstroke, perfectly flawless.

There was only one possible flaw.

That was, the Cangkong Emperor Son had to protect the Jiao Mo Emperor Clan clans who pledged to him, and through them, indirectly control vast numbers of slave-clan cultivators.

This was only natural—the most basic duty of a sovereign.

"Good."

"This duty is quite good…"

Dong Xue He Wang slipped silently into Mo Teng's domain, passing through the boundary wall, the thunder layer, the gale layer, reaching the cloud layer, and truly entering this Minor Thousand World without encountering any obstruction.

He encountered no resistance from the Minor Thousand World's consciousness.

Because Dong Xue He Wang was originally a native—he had once served as the Ministry of Household's chief administrator for the Flame Stone Clan, frequently traveling across the Flame Stone Star Region's various Minor Thousand Worlds, and everything was familiar to him.

No boundary-defining array surrounded it.

Jiang Ding confirmed this again: the Jiao Mo Emperor Clan was far inferior to the Nine Spirit Realm in monitoring and controlling minor worlds, with numerous vulnerabilities.

Originally, he had planned to forcibly break through any resistance and storm in if things changed.

Now, there was no need for that.

Jiang Ding flew through the sky using Dong Xue He Wang's blood-path concealment technique, gazing down at the land.

Countless ink-green withered vines rose and fell across the earth, occasionally bearing black, massive fruits; beneath the vines, piles of white bones accumulated like mountains, containing remains of myriad races, even some Jiao Mo Emperor Clan cultivators' corpses.

Many corpses were half-rotted, drawing swarms of flies like black clouds, humming softly, crawling chaotically through putrid fluids, maggots, and feces, laying eggs; the air reeked of stench, and

all kinds of miasmas thickly blanketed the land.

A scene of hell.

This was the origin of Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie: it nurtured a plant called Mo Teng, which thrived on flesh and blood—preferably rotting flesh—and rotting souls, all of which accelerated Mo Teng's growth.

For this reason, the slave races in Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie were all pig demons, ox demons, sheep demons, fish demons, humans, and other prolific lifeforms.

Humans reproduced far less efficiently than the former, but cultivators above the Mortal Stage required far more feeding material than most demon races, so they too were permitted to reproduce in this minor world.

The Jiao Mo Emperor Clan went to great lengths to cultivate Mo Teng—even willing to reshape a Minor Thousand World's ecosystem—because the Mo Teng's output, the Mo Poison Spirit Fruit, greatly aided their body refinement and was one of their strategic treasures.

The administrators of Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie were known as the Three Mo Teng Clans.

The Three Mo Teng Clans descended from the remnants of the previous Great Emperor's family—the defeated imperial clan that had fallen to Emperor Flame Stone. They had managed Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie for generations, mastering advanced cultivation and breeding techniques, annually producing Mo Poison Spirit Fruits of varying grades, and even, once every thousand years, yielding a sixth-grade Mo Poison Spirit Fruit capable of aiding a Great Emperor's body refinement, earning deep favor from Emperor Flame Stone.

After the Cangkong Emperor Son descended with his three thousand imperial guard, the Three Mo Teng Clans hesitated repeatedly, put on a show of resistance, then surrendered.

Now, with the Cangkong Emperor Son's power greatly expanded, they too rose with the tide, entrusted with key positions, their clans showing upward momentum.

"The Three Mo Teng Clans."

"Mo Poison Spirit Fruit…"

Jiang Ding recalled Dong Xue He Wang's memories and suddenly thought of something: "Bei Yuan has no sixth-grade heavenly treasures? I must get one back—even if it takes five or six hundred years, seven or eight hundred years to produce one, it's still a colossal fortune."

Sixth-grade heavenly treasures could also be born within a Minor Thousand World.

But they rarely formed naturally, for they required the entire world's immortal ecological system's power—artificial intervention, industry cultivation, and deliberate guidance were necessary; otherwise, most energy would scatter, unable to concentrate, making sixth-grade heavenly treasures impossible.

"We'll talk about it later."

Jiang Ding's physical body twitched its eyelids and sank back into slumber.

"The Three Mo Teng Clans…"

The blood-robed Daoist Jiang Ding felt no such scattered thoughts—he recalled the Three Clans' intelligence, then without hesitation, flew straight toward Mo Ye Clan, the strongest of the three.

His plan was simple and brutal.

Dozens of Jiao Mo Emperor Clan kings plus a massive army—he truly could not defeat them. That was the fact, unavoidable.

Therefore, he must find a way to draw the Cangkong Emperor Son's army into motion, forcing their kings to scatter, no longer clustering together.

"Mo Ye Wang…"

Jiang Ding gazed at a distant mountain whose leaves of ink-green resembled the sky, and smiled faintly: "If I slaughtered your entire clan—"

"would you return from the front line?"

"If you don't return, I'll kill every Jiao Mo Emperor Clan cultivator in the Three Mo Teng Clans, in the entire Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie."

"If you don't come back, I'll kill all the cultivators of the Horn Demon Imperial Clan in the three Mo Teng families, in the entire Mo Teng Xiao Gao Jie."

"Hmm, that might not work—weaklings who don't attack me first, I can't slaughter too many of them; it would damage my Dao heart."

"My sword is not meant to slay innocent weaklings."

Jiang Ding suddenly frowned, then relaxed: "No matter. This Minor Thousand World has many slave races, and many among them harbor deep grudges—let them handle it."

Jiang Ding's brow suddenly furrowed, then smoothed out again: "It doesn't matter. There are also many slave races in this Minor Thousand World, and many among the slave races harbor deep grudges. Letting them handle it would also work."

"It's not my doing. The Jiao Mo Emperor Clan slaughtered the myriad races—now that the myriad races turn on them, it's only fitting."

"We're just such hypocritical, kind-hearted people."

"I'm just this kind of hypocritical yet kind person, after all."

"No, no, no—it's not hypocrisy. Horn Demon Imperial Clan cultivators, young and old, men and women, must have killed many slave-race cultivators. Getting killed in return is perfectly reasonable. How could that be hypocrisy?"

"I'm far too kind-hearted, giving others the chance to avenge their grievances."

Jiang Ding had thought it through completely.

While he was mulling it over, the Demon Leaf Clan was already close at hand. A colossal dark-green leaf, like a canopy sealing the heavens, covered the entire clan. All manner of pitch-black runes flickered across its surface, emanating an aura that made one's heart seize with dread.

Jiang Ding swept his divine sense over it carefully, confirming there was no ambush—at least no ambush at the Soul Transformation level.

A bloodcloud bloomed in the void.

Then it suddenly swelled, in an instant blotting out the sky and sun, reeking of blood and slaughter, a terrifying aura that enveloped the entire Demon Leaf Clan. The more than hundred thousand clansmen within instantly fell into utter panic.