Glancing at Joy, now wrapped in a thick mist of blood, Ian Song couldn’t help but feel curious—what heights would Joy, bearing the Vampire Progenitor Bloodline, reach after evolving into a fifth-generation Vampire Clan member?
Time passed slowly, and the blood mist around Joy’s body grew thicker and thicker.
Suddenly, Ian Song’s brows furrowed slightly—he sensed that the Puppet Mastery Sigil he’d planted inside Joy had just been broken.
Clearly, this evolution was anything but ordinary—Joy’s soul must have transformed as well. Otherwise, she couldn’t possibly break free of the Puppet Mastery Sigil’s restraints, especially since Ian’s own soul was now extremely powerful.
Finally, after several more months passed inside the Divine Temple, the blood mist shrouding Joy’s body began to slowly dissipate.
When the blood mist completely faded, an utterly gorgeous figure appeared before Ian’s eyes—naked, with a pair of golden wings sprouting from her back.
Suddenly—
Joy, eyes tightly shut, snapped them open. An endless, irresistible charm radiated from her gaze, making Ian feel dizzy for a moment. But his soul, anchored in his sea of consciousness, shuddered—and he instantly returned to normal.
Just then, a razor-sharp hand was already touching his skin.
“Joy, what are you doing? Stop, now!”
Cici, standing to the side, was shocked.
Boom!
With a casual sweep of his hand, Ian sent Joy flying.
The blow didn’t actually hurt Joy; she just giggled, then turned into a blur and lunged at Ian again—even faster than before, so quick it was dazzling.
Ian formed a hand seal and threw a punch.
Thud!
His punch hit nothing—then a sharp wind swept in from behind.
Ian didn’t panic. He countered calmly, but Joy vanished again, attacking from his flank.
Soon, his entire body was surrounded by afterimages—he could hardly tell what was real and what was fake.
In the next instant, the Law Sigil inside Ian’s body vibrated. Suddenly, countless ice crystals appeared in the void, freezing the entire space as if time itself had stopped.
But Joy was still completely unaffected.
She kept attacking Ian with lightning-like speed.
Seeing this, Ian marveled inwardly—sure enough, the Vampire Progenitor Bloodline was powerful, able to ignore Law power.
However, having cultivated the Primordial Chaos Body and undergone another soul transformation, Ian’s defenses were extremely strong and his soul incredibly sensitive, so Joy couldn’t actually hurt him.
Whoosh!
A figure retreated, revealing Joy’s form. She smiled sweetly at Ian and said, “Master, you’d better be careful now—I’m about to use my newly comprehended divine ability!”
Bring it on!
Ian nodded.
The next moment, Joy opened her little mouth, and an invisible sound wave crashed toward Ian.
This sound wave barely harmed the body, but its impact on the soul was fierce.
Immediately, the spatial Law Sigils in Ian’s ears vibrated at once, absorbing all the sound waves that tried to enter his body.
Then, he stepped forward.
Both fists struck out.
His fists carried the power of thunder, instantly reaching Joy’s chest.
Joy tried to dodge, but at that moment, a great sun suddenly rose above Ian’s head, its radiance pouring down and causing Joy to freeze. At the same time, two beams of icy light shot from Ian’s eyes, striking Joy directly.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
Struck by the attack, Joy was instantly frozen into a block of ice, while Ian’s fists mercilessly smashed into her body.
The ice shattered, sending Joy flying a kilometer away.
Seeing this, a look of worry flashed in Cici’s eyes.
But at that moment, Joy stood up as if nothing had happened, took out a long dress and put it on, then said to Ian, “Master, you really hit me hard—don’t you know how to hold back?”
Ian laughed. “I just wanted to test how strong your defenses really are. From what I can see, with your body’s strength, even a typical late-stage Profound Immortal couldn’t hurt you!”
He didn’t think Joy would want to betray him just because she broke free of the Puppet Divine Sigil.
Joy knew many of his secrets. Inside the temple, he was like a god—unless someone vastly outclassed him, they couldn’t even harm him. If Joy wanted to turn on him, she wouldn’t have made her move in the temple.
Of course, he was also confident. Although he’d enslaved her with the Puppet Divine Sigil, he’d never mistreated her in all these years—even giving her such a precious Progenitor Bloodline.
So he wasn’t worried about her betraying him.
Since Joy had already broken free of the Puppet Divine Sigil, he simply released the one on Cici as well.
A few days later.
Adrian Moon, Queenie Green, and Piper Willow all arrived together at Greenrock Town to visit Ian.
Primarily to thank him for helping Earth-Prime Hall through its crisis.
They also discussed what Earth-Prime Hall should do next.
Although Earth-Prime Hall had won a temporary victory with Ian’s help, the Eight Great Clans were far too powerful and wouldn’t let things rest. If they attacked again, Earth-Prime Hall would likely face total destruction.
This time, the Three Great Clans lost a total of thirty-three Profound Immortals.
If they attack again, it won’t be just thirty-three—there might even be Ancestral Immortals involved.
“Let’s stop the pill business!”
Ian said thoughtfully.
Adrian Moon, Queenie Green, and Piper Willow nodded calmly. Before coming to see Ian, they’d already considered ending the pill business—they’d caught the attention of the native immortal clans, and if those clans wanted to deal with them, they could simply ambush their people, ensuring any Golden Immortal sent out wouldn’t return.
Ian continued, “Besides that, Earth-Prime Hall definitely can’t stay near Greenvine City. The best solution is to merge with the Gale Division!”
“Isn’t there any other way?”
Queenie Green asked pointedly—she clearly didn’t want to merge with the Gale Division.
“Of course, if you don’t mind, you can swear loyalty to me!”
Ian laughed.
He said it in a joking tone.
The System had given him a mission to occupy a city. If he could take over Earth-Prime Hall now, he wouldn’t need to personally train new followers.
“Are you serious about that, Young Master Song?”
Adrian Moon looked at Ian with burning anticipation.
Ian glanced at Queenie Green and Piper Willow, noticing that both of them were also looking at him with hopeful eyes.
Then, under their expectant gazes, he nodded seriously.
“Adrian greets the Young Master!”
“Queenie greets the Young Master!”
“Piper greets the Young Master!”
The next moment, all three knelt excitedly on one knee and offered Ian a formal salute.
Ian was a little surprised; he hadn’t expected them to agree so quickly, as if they’d planned it all along. He personally helped them to their feet.
“Young Master must be wondering why we’re so eager to join you, right?”
Adrian Moon asked with a smile.
“I am, a little!” Ian replied with a laugh.
Queenie Green said, “Because we all agree that following the Saint Alliance can’t restore the lost glory of ascended Immortals—but following you, Young Master, just might!”
“Haha! You’re giving me too much credit!”
Ian waved his hand and said, “Anyway, you should hurry back to Earth-Prime Hall and make arrangements. If anyone wants to join me, bring them over; if not, don’t force them—just let them leave.”
“As you command, Young Master!”
The three nodded repeatedly, then took their leave.