"Ancestor, oh Ancestor, five thousand years have passed, and the world has long since changed!"

Lin Jinglong's eyes also gleamed with a fierce light.

He grinned maliciously, raised his hand and released the spider lilies, whose countless threads pierced through Ge Ling'er's body, tightly enveloping her.

Driven by the powerful force of her bloodline, Ge Ling'er's bloodline nearly boiled.

The extreme pain almost made it impossible for her to breathe!

Ge Ling'er gritted her teeth and let out a furious roar.

"You? You dare to oppose this old ancestor?"

The arrogant Ge Ling'er still refused to admit defeat.

She now understood that the bloodline she had absorbed was like poison. Although it had become the foundation of her survival, this foundation was also controlled by Lin Jinglong.

"I'm going to cripple you with my Heavenly Silkworm Technique!"

"It's no use. Even if your cultivation technique has reached a state of perfection, your bloodline is still the foundation of your current body. Once that foundation is destroyed, you will die!"

Lin Jinglong was not afraid at all.

Even if the Heavenly Silkworm Technique was destroyed, or even if his limbs and bones were destroyed, he still had the power of his bloodline to maintain his martial arts realm. Combined with his cultivation realm, his foundation was far stronger than that of the temporarily revived Ge Ling'er.

After a brief stalemate, the two sides remained deadlocked.

Ge Ling'er finally couldn't hold on any longer.

Her face flushed red.

"ah!"

It couldn't help but let out a mournful cry.

Extreme pain had engulfed her entire body.

Her petite body went limp and she collapsed to the ground, convulsing uncontrollably.

Lin Jinglong looked down at her without a trace of sympathy in his eyes. He flashed over, grabbed her by the neck, and lifted the little girl-like Ge Ling'er off the ground.

Their eyes met.

Fear finally appeared in the eyes of the arrogant Ge Ling'er.

"Don't kill me!"

"I can teach you the tenth level of the Heavenly Silkworm Transformation!"

"Your current level of skill is also thanks to the Heavenly Silkworm Technique, isn't it?"

Ge Ling'er feigned weakness and yielded.

But Lin Jinglong suddenly smiled.

He shook his head and said, "Whether or not I have the Heavenly Silkworm Technique, my cultivation to this level is a natural process; it's just a matter of how fast or slow it takes."

"The Ten Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm surpasses even immortal techniques!"

Ge Ling'er said hurriedly.

She was terrified that she would perish at Lin Jinglong's hands.

If that were the case, then five thousand years of dormancy would truly be a joke. Despair welled up in her heart, her eyes trembled, and she looked pitiful.

"Spare me, and we'll cooperate to cultivate the Ten Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm. Once we emerge from seclusion, we'll be able to roam the world unchallenged, with no one able to stop us!"

Ge Ling'er spoke quickly.

Lin Jinglong continued to slowly shake his head.

"You will naturally have to hand over the Ten Transformations of the Heavenly Silkworm, but is there really any point in keeping your life alive?"

"Are you trying to take advantage of me?"

"It all comes down to the ancestor's excellent teaching. Wasn't the principle of raising dogs and training hawks the same one you just taught me?"

Lin Jinglong's expression was amused, and he let out a sneer.

Ge Ling'er's face turned even redder.

She opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Lin Jinglong suddenly put her down on the ground, patted her head, and comforted her, saying, "Don't worry, Ancestor, I have no intention of killing you for now. It's just that you are unruly by nature and need to be taught a lesson."

What do you want to do?

Ge Ling'er collapsed to the ground, watching Lin Jinglong warily.

"I'm going to that extremely yin place. Before I summon you there, you should reflect on your actions here."

"Once you understand how to be a dog, I will take you away from this ruin."

Lin Jinglong raised his hand and touched her forehead.

A surge of heat coursed through her body.

The bloodline she had drawn from Lin Jinglong surged once more, causing her endless pain. Now, there was only one possibility for her to alleviate this pain.

That is to dispel the hot blood flowing through one's body.

But after five thousand years of silence.

I've finally been given a second chance at life.

The feeling of renewed life made it impossible for her to give up.

"Fine, if you've got guts, then torture me to death right here!"

Ge Ling'er gritted her teeth and let out a mournful roar.

Lin Jinglong glanced at her ferocious appearance.

"Your attitude of self-reflection was not sincere enough. Continue to reflect!"

After he finished speaking, he left the hall.

He left Ge Ling'er to suffer in it.

In her current condition, she couldn't even crawl out of this main hall, let alone leave this ruin.

Lin Jinglong planned to go and deal with the Hu family first.

Settle the old scores and rescue Lin Qingshuang and her husband.

But before he descended the mountain.

After taking the Emperor's Blood Heart Pill, Lin Tianlang had already reached the seventh-level Martial Emperor. He immediately rushed to the outside of the Extreme Yin Hall where the Hu clan was entrenched.

People from the Qian family and Dark Star Auction House had already arrived ahead of time.

They were confronting Hu Suowei, while the three powerful eighth-order Yin spirits, dressed in funeral clothes, were wandering around nearby, eyeing the Qian family members with predatory intent, ready to make their move at any moment.

Hu's behavior became even more arrogant.

"You guys surnamed Qian, are you getting too big for your britches?"

"If it weren't for the fact that we've known each other for so many years, I wouldn't have let you Qian clan get away with this just for obstructing me in the Bronze Hall!"

"If you're willing to get out of here now, I might spare your life!"

Hu Suowei pointed at Qian Rushan's nose and started cursing.

Qian Rushan, who had never been insulted like this before, naturally blushed.

His gloomy gaze was fixed on Hu Suowei.

"You surnamed Hu, your helpers are dwindling. You're just a few eighth-tier Yin spirits, nothing special. The Qian family isn't afraid of you!"

"I'll give you a chance too. Let Fusong and Lin Qingshuang go. They've been dead for twenty years. You should give them some peace!"

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