Chapter 314: Cut the Grass, Uproot the Roots! Qilin Divine Art! (Requesting Moon Tickets!)

In the southern region of the imperial capital, within a misty, rain-drenched zone, stood a magnificent mansion no less opulent than the Wu Wang’s residence—this was the Rain Manor, home of the Rain Clan.

As Shi Hao’s maternal clan and a long-standing ally, the Rain Manor naturally kept constant watch over the Wu Wang’s affairs.

Thus, upon learning of Shi Ziling’s appearance, they immediately contacted Shi Li and Shi Yuan, and prepared to join forces with Wu Wang’s elites, determined to settle the unfinished grudge of the past and ensure their reincarnated pupils would never again face threats.

The Rain Clan was confident, certain victory was assured; each member clenched fists and imagined torturing and slaughtering the Demon Child and Shi Ziling together.

But alas, ideals were plump, reality was skeletal.

They had barely settled into spectator mode when Shi Yuan, Shi Li, and other elder masters of the reincarnated pupil lineage were already cut down like melons by the Blood-Hand Demon Child—dead or maimed.

Worse still, even the mighty Wu Wang, renowned for his ferocity, had been instantly crippled the moment he moved to suppress the Demon Child—so fast, they had no time to react before the battle ended.

At this very moment, watching the Wu Wang being kicked like a ball by Wu Xian in the treasure mirror, the Rain Clan members felt ice in their limbs, sweat pouring from their brows, as if they had already seen their own futures.

Especially those who had once hunted Shi Ziling and his wife—their faces turned ashen; some collapsed onto the ground, their eyes dimmed of all light.

“Rain King! What do we do now?”

A Rain Clan elder, face pale and voice trembling, asked the Rain King seated at the head of the hall.

How the hell should I know!!

The Rain King’s face was grim; he couldn’t help cursing inwardly.

He knew his own limits—his cultivation was only mid-Formation Realm; without relying on artifacts or arrays, he couldn’t even defeat the Wu Wang, let alone resist the even more ferocious Demon Child.

What! You say the Rain Manor has a Venerable Realm ancestral spirit?

Sorry, our ancestral spirit loved freedom and never stayed put—he’s been traveling to visit friends lately and is currently nowhere near the Rain Manor. Who do we complain to?

Moreover, to be honest, based on the Rain King’s observations, even if their ancestral spirit were still here, he probably, maybe, perhaps, had an eighty percent chance of losing to the Demon Child.

“Damn Shi Ziling—where the hell did he find this monster!”

Thinking of this, the Rain King gritted his teeth in fury.

Just then, a cry rang in his ear: “No! The Demon Child is coming!!”

The Rain King shuddered, instinctively glancing at the surveillance mirror—Wu Xian’s figure was gone. Instead, a terrifying aura descended from the heavens, locking onto the entire Rain Manor.

“Damn! Too late!”

The Rain King clenched his fists, his expression shifting wildly; he summoned several elder masters and ordered them to rush to the ancestral temple and retrieve the ancestral decree at once.

The elder masters hurriedly obeyed, scrambling and crawling toward the ancestral temple—their courage shattered by Wu Xian’s display at the Wu Wang’s residence, now utterly lacking the will to confront him.

“BOOM——————！！！！”

At this moment, Wu Xian’s golden rainbow had crashed down beyond the rain zone, triggering a thunderclap as if the entire heavens and earth trembled.

Visible shockwaves spread outward, shattering the Rain Manor’s outer defensive arrays into ruins.

Black fissures cracked open across the rain-soaked earth, writhing downward like claws, sweeping in all directions; the entire Rain Manor rocked like a tiny boat on a stormy sea, as if about to capsize.

Inside the Rain Manor, the violent tremors shattered the hearts of the Rain Clan; vast swathes of buildings collapsed instantly, their destruction terrifyingly brutal.

“Demon Child! Don’t push us too far!”

The Rain King roared, his body trembling—he never expected such brutality; the enemy hadn’t even entered the Rain Manor and already struck. This was trampling the entire Rain Clan’s dignity into the mud.

“Push you too far? Hah! Do you even qualify to call yourselves human?”

Wu Xian stepped from the dust, sneering: “The old fools of the Wu Wang’s house are hateful, but the true culprits are you, the Rain Clan—you were the ones who stole Shi Hao’s Supreme Bone; after Shi Ziling was exiled, you hunted him down…

Hah! You love cutting grass and rooting out? Fine! Then today, I’ll copy you—leave not a single soul in the Rain Manor, not even an earthworm shall escape—split vertically down the middle!

With that, Wu Xian stomped his foot.

In the next instant, a magnificent violet light bloomed above, transforming before all eyes into a colossal scaled beast-paw that plummeted toward the Rain Manor.

Where it passed, space screamed and cracked inch by inch, bearing an irresistible, terrifying pressure.

“Qilin… Qilin Divine Art!!”

In the imperial capital, someone recognized the origin of this Divine Art; their breath caught, eyes wide with shock—and a flicker of greed they desperately tried to hide.

One of the Ten Ancient Fiends, a primordial beast rivaling true dragons and phoenixes—the Qilin’s Divine Art.

Legend said the Qilin was the progenitor of all beasts; one step could suppress the Nine Heavens and Ten Realms, annihilating all phenomena.

The Rain King clearly recognized this Divine Art; despair flashed in his eyes. He let out a long howl and fought desperately—endless rain poured from the clouds, lightning tore through heaven and earth, the thunder unleashed at the peak of storm power.

Wrapped in lightning, his body erupted with countless array patterns—his latent potential squeezed dry—as he charged toward the violet Qilin paw. A blinding explosion of light erupted between them.

“BANG————！！!”

Finally, the Rain King’s bloodied form fell like a severed kite, his lightning scattered, his runes dimmed, his body gushing blood.

At that moment, a brilliant mist surged from deep within the Rain Manor, rapidly spreading through the air until it engulfed the entire estate—halting the Qilin paw’s descent.

Hummm—hummm—hummm—

Accompanied by strange humming, a dozen beams of light shot forth from the Rain Clan’s ancestral temple.

They were fragments—yellowish, torn pieces of paper, not a single sheet, yet capable of being pieced together into one whole; now radiating blazing light like a miniature sun.

Golden radiant mists streamed out in waves, falling upon all sides, serene and sacred, yet bearing immense authority that compelled submission and forbade defiance.

This was a vessel carrying divine will, transformed into a divine artifact, passed down through eons, long since awakened to sentience.

Visible on the decree were countless characters—each symbol a principle of Dao, an embodiment of cosmic chains; if it struck a person, even a Venerable would be grievously wounded.

“The Rain God’s Decree!”

Some powerful figures in the imperial capital turned their gaze in awe.

The Rain Clan’s origins were extraordinary—legend claimed an ancestor had once been a mighty deity who ascended to the higher realm, leaving behind his personally written decree as the clan’s foundation—this was why the Rain Clan had endured unshaken since ancient times.

(End of Chapter)