The Star God Clan’s former clan leader had once been a Nine-Star Mystic Saint as well, but he was gravely wounded by a Nine Star Great Saint from the Evil God Clan during the war of the deities. His cultivation plummeted as a result, dropping to the Seven-Star Mystic Saint level.
After the divine war ended and the Star God Clan’s clan leader fell, the old clan leader resumed his position. In order to swiftly restore the clan’s vitality and safeguard the rule of the direct bloodline, he proposed a policy of “bloodline supremacy.”
To put it simply, the purer one’s bloodline, the better the treatment. Those with low-grade bloodlines ought to submit to those with high-grade ones. Low-grade bloodliners should reproduce sparingly and selectively, while high-grade ones should breed prolifically and diligently.
The strength of the God Race was indeed tied to bloodline purity. Those with inferior bloodlines were naturally weaker in ability and status compared to their superiors. Even though some voices of opposition arose, they were quickly silenced, and the policy took hold smoothly.
At first, things proceeded normally. But as time passed, idlers began to emerge among the high-grade bloodliners. They hogged vast resources without achieving anything, while low-grade bloodliners occasionally produced geniuses in cultivation or technique refining—geniuses who languished due to lack of resources, their progress stymied.
Conflicts inevitably arose.
What exacerbated them was the high-grade bloodliners’ contempt for their low-grade kin.
People with no real talent lording it over the capable, acting with impunity thanks to their “noble” status.
Finally, the first rebel appeared: Chen Xi.
Chen Xi’s bloodline concentration was only fifty percent—upper mid-tier—yet she displayed extraordinary talent in technique refining. Coupled with her stunning beauty that needed no adornment, she drew the envy of her peers from high-grade bloodlines, who isolated and tormented her.
That bully was a descendant of the Vermilion Bird Star Lord, bearer of a seventy percent Heaven-Grade bloodline named Star Slave.
“A low-grade bloodliner like you, always stealing this young miss’s spotlight… You deserve to die!”
But Chen Xi’s performance was flawless. Isolated, she went about her business alone. Provoked, she remained unmoved. Star Slave could find no opening to strike.
Until one technique refining competition, when Chen Xi claimed first place again, drawing massive attention. Star Slave finally snapped and had her men corner Chen Xi.
Faced with the blockade, Chen Xi remained utterly calm.
“Miss Star Slave, I have no grudge against you. Why do you keep targeting me?”
Star Slave’s face darkened with malice.
“Shut your mouth, you wretch. Your very existence offends me. I’ve warned you time and again, but you wouldn’t listen—so don’t blame this young miss for getting vicious! Get her! Scar her face, strip her clothes, and hang her from a tree. Let’s see how she shows her face after that!”
Chen Xi sighed inwardly. Already disillusioned with the Star God Clan, those vicious words extinguished any lingering hope she harbored.
So she struck.
Unleashing the power she’d concealed all along, she erupted with cultivation far beyond her peers, crushing the gang of bullies with overwhelming force.
Star Slave’s limbs were crippled, and she lay on the ground, unconscious.
Chen Xi spared their lives because she’d never killed before; the idea of “cutting the grass at the root” hadn’t yet taken hold in her mind.
But injuring a high-bloodliner as a low-bloodliner was a grave crime in the Star God Clan. Whether she killed or not, prison awaited her.
Thus, Chen Xi fled the Star God Clan, heading toward the Evil God Clan’s old ruins. Along the way, she encountered her destined master—a human woman from Jialan Continent, an eighth-rank technique refining powerhouse—who took her as a disciple, and Chen Xi continued her studies.
The Star God Clan pursued her in vain and soon gave up on the little Mystic King Realm girl. By the time Chen Xi rose to fame as the “Flame Saint,” it was too late.
The old clan leader sent the Vermilion Bird Star Lord to pay her a visit, offering to wipe the slate clean and inviting her back to serve the clan. Chen Xi refused. Enraged, the Vermilion Bird Star Lord stormed off, and the two sides had no further contact.
Now, that descendant of the Vermilion Bird Star Lord—the one called Star Slave, now more fittingly “madame”—stood among the crowd as the Liusu Star Officer of the Vermilion Bird Seven Mansions.
Yet Chen Xi couldn’t be bothered to spare her a glance.
After all, they’d never been on the same level. Back when Chen Xi was at Mystic King Realm, Star Slave had only been a Mystic General. Now Chen Xi was a Mystic Saint, while Star Slave lingered at Low-Grade Sovereign—not to mention the gulf in their technique refining prowess.
Star Slave glared daggers at Chen Xi, burning for revenge yet terrified of her power.
The old clan leader’s expression remained placid. His murky eyes swept over Chen Xi, then the Evil Consort and Jialan Fairy. A hint of gravity entered his gaze.
“I never imagined you’d throw in your lot with the Evil God Clan. That’s no small mistake.”
The Evil Consort sneered coldly.
“Old geezer, are you begging for death?”
Jialan Fairy chuckled. In all her days on the Eighth Continent, whenever the Nine Great God Clans heard “Evil God Clan,” their disdain was palpable.
Ignoring the Evil Consort, the old clan leader addressed Chen Xi again.
“I don’t know what you’re after, but you three aren’t my match. Leave now, and for the Star God Clan’s sake, I’ll let you go—call it this old man’s appreciation for talent.”
Chen Xi replied coolly.
“No need for the false magnanimity. You proposed the bloodline supremacy policy yourself. How many clan prodigies did it ruin? You know the tally in your heart. ‘Appreciation for talent’ sounds utterly ironic coming from you… I’m here for the Star God Authority. Hand it over, and I’ll leave.”
The Star God Clan’s higher-ups erupted in agitation at her words.
The Star God Authority? What audacity!
The old clan leader maintained his dull tone.
“You know that’s impossible.”
Chen Xi snorted.
“Nothing’s impossible. I will have the Star God Authority.”
“Since you’re so set on this, there’s no point in my persuading you.” The old clan leader didn’t view the three women as threats. He had once been a Nine Star Great Saint; even suppressed to Seven-Star Mystic Saint, he surpassed the average of that realm. Moreover, he was a top-tier ninth-rank Pill Refiner. “Come at me together. Save outsiders claiming I bully the young.”
“You doddering fool! Who are you putting on a show for in this palace’s presence?!”
Murderous intent blazed in the Evil Consort’s eyes. With a flip of her jade hand, she summoned the Death City Core. A phantom of the Dead City faintly materialized above her head.
Jialan Fairy’s expression grew solemn too, for the Star God Clan’s old clan leader was no ordinary foe—he was a true powerhouse.
Chen Xi formed hand seals with both hands, not daring to slacken.
But in that moment, a voice rang in everyone’s ears.
“No need for Master to act. I’ll handle this.”
What?
All eyes turned to Yan Zhen behind the three women. A card materialized between his fingers, which he slotted into the card box at his waist.
“Transform!”
Boom!
A deafening roar echoed as eight-colored extreme flames erupted from behind the three women, forming a pillar of fire that pierced the heavens and churned the clouds above.
Terrifying Saint Dao Pressure spread outward. Even the Four Holy Star Lords, fellow Mystic Saints, felt their scalps tingle—not to mention the other Star God Clansmen.
The old clan leader’s face shifted subtly. He stared at the colossal fire pillar, from which emerged a towering figure clad in golden-silver flame armor. Its aura rivaled that of Zi Tianjun or the Myriad Dragon King!
—This… this was that boy from earlier?!
The figure spoke indifferently.
“The grievances Master suffered back then… today, I shall collect them in her stead!”
【Heavenly Saint Yan Zhen, descends!】
