Chapter 3064

The banquet was held as scheduled, Noah's territory had never been so lively.

The blood moon hung high, representatives of the major clans, dressed in splendid attire, gathered from all parts of the territory.

Externally, this banquet announced the revival of the ancestor Motisi to the major clans of the blood clan, scattered nobles, and even the dark forces of the whole continent, restoring ancient authority; internally, it was a purge targeting Jiaxiya and his followers, as well as all those with ill intentions.

In fact, aside from Jiaxiya's faction, which claims to be first-generation descendants and refuses to submit to others, Jin Chen does not doubt the loyalty of most of the blood clan.

He had spent hundreds of years painstakingly balancing racial tensions and leading the blood clan to a prosperity unseen in centuries; this was not without foundation. Now revived, he did not immediately reclaim all power, meaning he intended to handle everything personally.

In his view, the seven counts checking each other needed no excessive interference; after this banquet, if he could smoothly remove Jiaxiya, the biggest thorn, reclaim his heart, settle old grudges, he could then retire behind the scenes as a deterrent mascot, spending more time on his regained little sprite, and… enjoying this newly regained vibrant life.

Yes, the heart.

The incident that caused Motisi to fall into a life-or-death crisis without warning, and even before he could attend to his newly turned little sprite Saiyin, who was weak and trembling in the castle from the aftereffects of the embrace, leaving enough soul blood, stemmed from the loss of his heart.

Jiaxiya, the sole surviving second-generation prince, whose veins carried what he considered nobler first-generation blood, had long refused to be suppressed by Motisi; his ambition and jealousy fermented over the ages into poison, and he even dared to violate the blood clan's taboo, secretly colluding with the Holy Court, the blood clan's thousand-year-old enemy.

They meticulously planned and launched a long-premeditated attack when Motisi was at his weakest.

Over a thousand malicious arrays targeting high-ranking blood clan, especially Motisi's origin nature, burned for seven full days in a hidden place, greatly weakening and trapping him.

Finally, the Holy Court's most powerful Holy Light Magus and Cardinal, working together under the guidance of Jiaxiya's insider, extracted Motisi's heart and then dismembered his body.

His limbs and remains were separately discarded in the most magically chaotic corners of the continent, devoured completely by various low-level magical creatures, returning to dust.

Only that heart, containing about half of Motisi's origin magic power and nearly regarded as another power core of his, was seen by the Holy Court as the supreme trophy, sealed with layer upon layer of holy seals, and hidden in the deepest part of the Holy Court.

For centuries, the Holy Court has relied on drawing the massive magical power leaking from that heart to maintain some of its grand barriers, train elites, even conduct certain forbidden researches, consolidating its enduring strength.

They still feared after all.

They feared that one day Motisi, whose methods are unfathomable, might revive in some way, so they would stop at nothing to destroy him and firmly grasp his remaining power.

By now, what they feared most has indeed come to pass.

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The banquet plan proceeded very smoothly.

When Jiaxiya and his core followers, disguised as ordinary nobles, could no longer restrain themselves upon false news and tried to cause trouble to disrupt the ceremony in the banquet, they were met with a pre-laid heavenly net.

At nearly the same time, several batches of Holy Court knights and spies, disguised as caravans and adventurers who had infiltrated the territory intending to coordinate inside and out or gather information amid the chaos, were also not spared, being captured or killed by personnel Noah had arranged earlier.

Even before the banquet's nobles had fully reacted, the turmoil had already subsided.

However……

All this reached Saiyin's ears, yet it seemed as if through a thick, blurry membrane— the voice was distorted, the image wavered.

His mind buzzed, and echoing in his ears was Jiaxiya's hoarse shout toward the high platform throne when he was in dire straits.

"……Motisi! Your heart still beats in the Holy Court! Your limbs have long been gnawed to the bone by monsters! Haha… dismemberment! Heart extraction! This is your fate for suppressing the first-generation bloodline!"

Dismemberment…… heart extraction.

The blood father did not abandon him.

When his power went awry from the embrace and he struggled painfully in the castle, the protective barrier that the blood father had lowered to guard the castle, also isolating inside from outside, also kept him safe.

While he, in the solitary castle, shifted from fearful waiting to growing anxiety, and then, as time wore on, resentment and self-abandonment arose……

His blood father had already been dismembered and had his heart extracted by the blood clan's traitors and those Holy Court magi and priests who wore holy robes but harbored great ambition.

A hatred that covered sky and earth, with the posture of destroying everything, surged toward Saiyin.

He wished to immediately kill everyone present related to Jiaxiya, slaughter all the executioners hidden beneath the Holy Court's light, tear out their hearts one by one from their chests, and rip apart their limbs piece by piece!

"Holy Court……"

He would retrieve it, no matter how many magi and priests the Holy Court had, how many arrays and restrictions, he would take the blood father's heart from their hands, even if he had to level the entire Holy Court.

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Holy Court, outer region, the lounge belonging to the low-ranking steward.

Aosiding was restless, yet unable to contain his excitement.

He naturally had reason to be proud; Prince Jiaxiya himself told him that his role in this operation was crucial.

As long as Metis's revival is successfully stopped and the blood clan descends into internal chaos, he can return to the Holy Court for promotion, shake off his status as a discarded pawn, and even stand again before those who once looked down on him; by then, who would still remember that he was once punished and cast aside for taking pleasure in the massacre of a few lowly human-blood hybrid commoners?

Austin, lost in his scenic fantasies, did not notice the danger silently approaching.

Until……

"Count Strand!" Austin screamed in shock—how could he be here!

Prince Garcia's side failed?! No, impossible!

Sain fiercely grabbed at Austin's chest, intending to tear out his heart and crush it!

Austin was terrified out of his wits; he feared Sain, feared him to death, and even in his wildest dreams he dared not imagine himself facing Sain as an enemy.

Just as Sain's fingertip was about to touch Austin's chest, as before, whenever he tried to strike a killing blow, this power would always block him.

But this time, having recognized his blood‑father and being intimately familiar with Metis's power, Sain instantly recognized that the power protecting Austin's depths actually contained… the soul energy of Metis that had been Distorted and polluted by holy power.

Ah… it's that heart.

Sain's resentment and fury flared even more; they had not only ripped out his blood‑father's heart, but were using his power to protect these damned traitors and executioners!

Ahhhhh!

Sain let out a painful howl, blood nearly dripping from his eyes.

Heedless, he mobilized all his magic, even drawing on the part of his bloodline linked to Metis; dark‑red magic surged in his palm, forming an immensely solid blood‑colored spear, which he thrust fiercely at that barrier again.

He would kill this bastard!