253: YL Harem

The Immortal Dynasty, the Imperial Capital.

This city, once the capital of the dynasty where ten thousand Cultivators came to pay homage, was prosperous and thriving, a feat that even Heavenly Star Immortal City before the great war could not match.

But now, the Imperial Capital remains, yet the world within has changed.

The entire Imperial Capital is permeated with a sky-high stench of blood, and the thick Evil Qi has almost condensed into substance.

Viewed from afar, it looks as if it has been draped in a giant blood-colored burial shroud, appearing ghastly and terrifying!

In the center of the Imperial Capital, the Taihe Hall, which originally symbolized the supreme imperial power, has vanished, replaced by a massive blood pool spanning thousands of square feet.

In the blood pool, viscous blood churns incessantly like mercury, emitting a creepy "gurgling" sound and steaming with a nauseating, bloody stench.

Within it, bodies clad in luxurious attire bob up and down in the blood pool; they are already unrecognizable, bloated, and deformed.

The former Dominator of this vast territory, the 'Heaven' that countless Cultivators revered and worshipped, can now only sink endlessly in the blood pool.

They are none other than the members of the Ji Imperial Family, including the Imperial Lord Ji Qingshan!

Thick resentment and Evil Qi linger and swirl above, but they are immediately and frantically absorbed by that massive banner, dozens of zhang in size, in the blood pool.

The massive banner is ancient and simple, its entire body appearing red.

The banner is wreathed in thick black fog, and upon it, countless twisted, painful ghost shadows are constantly shifting and writhing, as if wanting to crawl out of the abyss to claim the lives of their enemies, emitting ear-piercing wails.

However, countless profound runes surge, then transform into intertwining iron chains, binding the shrilly wailing ghosts and dragging them back into the banner.

In stark contrast to this purgatorial scene is Fengyi Palace, separated only by a wall!

Within this palace, which should have symbolized the dignity and solemnity of the Empress, the air is now filled with an atmosphere of debauchery.

Sounds mixed with wanton, wild laughter penetrate through the layers of palace halls and reach the outside.

Inside the sleeping quarters, the silk treasure curtains have been torn down halfway, hanging messily on the floor.

On the wide Phoenix Couch, dozens of figures are intertwined, forming an absurd scene in stark contrast to the bloody spectacle outside.

These court concubines and noblewomen, once of peerless beauty, now have their hair in disarray.

And the culprit behind this debauched harem is none other than Mu Han, the one who has committed monstrous massacres!

Baring his strong upper body with his black hair disheveled, he is currently reclining in the center of the Phoenix Couch that originally belonged to the Empress, surveying this hunting ground that belongs solely to him.

And the Empress Jiang, who once symbolized the dignity of the world and was graceful and luxurious, is now kneeling before him like the humblest of servant girls.

Her phoenix crown has long been cast aside to who knows where, and on that face of peerless beauty, tear tracks crisscross; humiliation and pain make her tremble all over.

But hindered by that irresistible power, she can only submit to the Devil Head.

Mu Han narrows his eyes with pleasure, looking at the furious Empress Jiang, a trace of mockery appearing at the corners of his mouth.

"Empress? To me, you are nothing more than the lowliest servant girl!"

His gaze sweeps over the shivering concubines and noblewomen on the couch, his voice carrying a playful chill.

"Each and every one of you! Consider it paying the debt for Ji Ruge; who told him to hurt my Junior Brother! That is the only family I have in the Southern Wilderness Region!"

However, the only response to him is suppressed sobbing.

In truth, Mu Han and the Ji Imperial Family did not have much of a grudge; on the contrary, by using their precious land to heal his wounds, he even owed a debt of favor to the Immortal Dynasty.

But if you expect a Demonic Path Cultivator to talk about propriety, righteousness, shame, or moral conduct, that is truly asking for the impossible.

This is a common ailment of Demonic Path Cultivators; although the Evil Path allows for extremely fast Cultivation, the corresponding side effects are also immense.

Especially as one continues to Cultivate further, the brain becomes increasingly abnormal.

Mu Han is actually considered to be on the better side; it is just that after wantonly slaughtering living beings, he is plagued by Karmic Obstruction and his spiritual platform is clouded.

He needs to vent his desires to expel the violent emotions built up in his heart.

Of course, if it were only this, he would not have humiliated this group of Ji widows to such an extent.

"Hmph, that old turtle from the Qingxuan Sect; I have already killed all of his Disciples, yet he remains indifferent. Ruthless enough!"

Stroking Empress Jiang's head, Mu Han's eyes are cold.

Previously, in order to collect more Yin spirits and blood Qi, he wantonly slaughtered the living beings of the Immortal Dynasty, but the quality was truly uneven!

Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment were still better, barely enough to satisfy his hunger, but those Mortals were truly useless!

Eating too many not only provided no improvement, but the miasma of the Mortal World made him feel disgusted.

Thus, he set his sights on the Qingxuan Sect, which was currently at war with the Immortal Dynasty; to be precise, it was that Immortal Master Qingxuan, Cheng Qingxuan!

He planned to use the Disciples of the Qingxuan Sect as hostages, forcing Immortal Master Qingxuan to come to the rescue, and then he would seize the opportunity to behead him.

As long as he devours one more Golden Core, his cultivation would be almost fully restored.

But what Mu Han did not expect was that even though he had almost killed all the Disciples of the Qingxuan Sect, that old turtle remained indifferent, hiding within the Sect and refusing to come out, not caring even if the Sect suffered heavy losses.

This left Mu Han speechless.

In all his years of practicing the Dao, he had never seen such a cowardly Golden Core Cultivator.

He couldn't understand how someone with such a Dao Heart could have achieved the Golden Core stage!

However, since the other party was determined to hide, he was temporarily helpless against him.

Thus, in a fit of rage, he could only return to the Immortal Dynasty and take his anger out on the Ji Imperial Family, which was also a Golden Core power.

The result was that the twelve courtyards of the harem, led by Fengyi Palace, all fell victim to Mu Han's poisonous hands.

Especially that Empress Jiang, upon whom Mu Han bestowed the most "attention."

"Forget it, I'd better change targets!" Mu Han pondered in his heart.

Since the Qingxuan Sect is too hard to chew, I will change to another.

He first ruled out Heavenly Star Immortal City; although he knew from his Junior Brother's memories that the so-called True Person Tianxing was already severely injured.

But don't forget there is also an unknown Golden Core and Ji Ruge!

Not to mention Ji Ruge; he had ravaged the other's territory into such a state, this was a blood feud that would not end until death.

Although he was not afraid, don't forget that those two together were actually able to severely injure his Junior Brother; their strength could not be underestimated!

In his current state, there was no need to pick the hardest bone to chew right from the start.

Thus, there was only one choice left for him!

The last Golden Core power in the Southern Wilderness Region, Cloud Thunder Pavilion!

This Sect's presence in the Southern Wilderness Region was not as strong as the other three.

Besides having a neutral stance and not interfering with the affairs of the Southern Wilderness Region at will, the other party was, after all, just a Sect focused on Artifact Refining and Alchemy.

Relatively speaking, their combat power was not too strong.

But this was only relatively speaking!

After all, even if they were not good at fighting, they could just smash people with Magic Treasures!

No one knew how many Magic Treasures Cloud Thunder Pavilion had refined for itself over these years.