"Then what do you want me to do? She is being offered up as a sacrifice. Her life could be in danger at any time. Do you want me to just watch? No, I won't accept that. I won't accept that!"
Wei Jie clenched his fists, and a look of determination suddenly flashed across his pale face. He ignored Ling Jifeng's attempts to stop him and mobilized the spiritual power around him, trying to forcibly destroy the restrictions set by the Mo Clan.
His movement was so loud that it naturally attracted attacks from countless Black Mo Clan members. However, before these attacks could touch Wei Jie, they were blocked calmly by Ling Jifeng and Yu Hen. Although they did not agree with Wei Jie's actions, after all, today was a big event for the Black Mo Clan, they also felt bad seeing Ling Yuan lying in the grass with his life or death unknown.
Yu Hen could even feel how nervous Gongzi Yan, who was closest to Ling Yuan, was at this moment. His slightly trembling shoulders also proved her inner uneasiness.
"Yan'er," Yu Hen looked at the girl kneeling on the ground, almost merging into the cushion, with heartache. Watching her brothers treating her sisters in such a cruel way, what kind of torment must Gongzi Yan be experiencing at this moment?
After noticing the actions of Wei Jie and the other three, the Ling family and the Hua family also became nervous. Originally, they wanted to stay out of it, but with the joining of Ling Jifeng and the urging of Ling Yun and Ling Yi, the Ling family had to join the fight against the Mo clan. As for the Hua family, it was because Hua Yao couldn't bear it.
He originally wanted to tell everyone that Ling Yuan was not in danger of life, but when he saw the almost withered grass, he became uncertain. Such words came to his lips, but he couldn't say them.
He was afraid that if his words were inconsistent with the facts, it would cause irreversible consequences.
At that time, even if he raised Gongzi Yan, Gongzi Yan would never forgive her.
Because the person lying there, having her blood sucked ruthlessly, was none other than her, Gongzi Yan's biological sister.
So when the people of the Mo Clan rushed forward one after another, Hua Yao stood up. Once Hua Yao stood up, the Hua family behind him could not sit idly by.
The Mo clan elders were shocked by this embarrassing scene. They did not expect that things would develop in such a counterproductive way. They knew that the inheritance ceremony would not go so smoothly, but the royal family, the Lin family and the Xue family, who were supposed to cause trouble, did not show up. In the end, it was the Ling family and the Hua family, who had a good relationship with the Mo clan, who showed up.
This was too shocking for the Mo family.
But no matter how shocked they were, anyone who wanted to ruin the ceremony would be unforgivable. They didn't care what the reasons were behind it and they had to do it. They only knew that it was these two families that were against them, and that was enough.
Therefore, when the Mo family and the two families started fighting, the royal family and the Lin and Xue families, who were originally watching the fun, felt that this was a rare opportunity. No matter what the Ling family and the Hua family did today, they could not give up on taking advantage of the conditions that were in their favor.
The final result was that the four major families plus the entire royal family joined the ranks of challenging the authority of the Mo clan. Such a scene shocked the people from other families and forces on the spot.
"Oh my god, what on earth is going on today? Why does it feel wrong? When did the four major families join forces with the royal family?"
"That's right. Haven't the Hua family and the Ling family always been supporters of the Goddess Clan? What happened today? Why did they switch sides?"
"Also, and with so many experts here today, the Mo Clan may not be able to gain any advantage!"
After all, today is a big day for the Mohist Clan, and the volunteers will definitely be distributed to various places and will not be concentrated in this one place. Now that the four major families plus the royal family are all practicing to fight against the Mohist Clan, I am afraid that this layer of protective shield will not be able to hold out for too long.
"You noticed that all the causes and conditions started with the young man who made the first move. Who is this person? Why haven't I seen him before? Just now, the eldest young master of the Ling family seemed to have some relationship with this kid. Oh, and there is another young man next to that young man. The spiritual power of these three people is not low. Which family's rising stars are they? Why haven't I seen them before?"
While the people here were discussing animatedly, the elders on the inner side of the Mo tribe's protective layer looked a little unhappy.
"Great Elder, what is going on? Why did the Ling family and the Hua family turn against each other? With so many people hitting the ban here, I'm afraid we can't hold out for too long."
The great elder, with his beard sticking out, stared straight at Wei Jie and Yu Hen, his eyes were sharp and his tone was cold: "Who are these two people? Who invited them in?"
After these words were spoken, the Second Elder and the others were stunned and looked at each other, but the final result was that no one knew.
"Oh no! Could it be that they disguised themselves as members of other families to get in?"
Since Yu Hen and Wei Jie were still wearing masks at the moment, they had no way of identifying who they were.
The second elder's words were like a sudden thunderclap, which instantly brought the elders back to their senses.
"From the looks of it, they are here for the Goddess and the God Officer. Could it be that they know each other?"
This bold guess was soon confirmed by Wei Jie's increasingly crazy shock.
The elders, who were originally somewhat confused about the identities of the goddess and the divine official, made a bold guess at this time.
"Before, the two girls, Gongzi Yan and Ling Yuan, who were invited into our clan by the two young masters, have never left?"
The second elder's words made the others stunned at first, and then they all widened their eyes with shock.
"No, no way? Second Elder, you mean that the Goddess and the God Secretary are just the two of them? Isn't this too ridiculous?"
The second elder laughed mockingly upon hearing this: "Ridiculous? How is it ridiculous? Where is it ridiculous? Didn't the seventeenth generation goddess go to the Four Directions Continent back then? Why? Have you forgotten about what happened so quickly? Have you never thought about why the goddess would go to the Four Directions Continent for no reason? When she left, her stomach was flat, but when she came back, she brought back twins. Don't you find this strange?"
Once the seed of doubt is planted, it will grow faster and faster under the urging of various suspicions until it becomes a towering tree.
"But I don't understand, why would you switch your own child for no reason?"
At first they were skeptical about Ling Yuan and the others' identities, but when Mo Yin put her into the spiritual energy source without hesitation, none of them dared to challenge the goddess's identity.
Over the years, because of this source of spiritual energy of the Mo Clan, the Mo Clan has almost exhausted resources and strength that ordinary people cannot imagine, but the effect received is minimal.
What worries them most is that the talents of the goddesses and gods this year are not as good as those of previous years.
The goddess would be fine, as she has been strictly required since she was young and is a good girl who is strict with herself. And no matter what her achievements are now, her hard work and efforts are noticed by everyone in the Mohist School. The results of the Goddess alone are somewhat different. Compared with the goddess, not only are they not as talented, but they also fail in the most basic qualities.
When Mo Yin expelled her from the family without hesitation, she had already become a stain on this generation of goddesses and the God's Office.
At that time, their elders strongly opposed Mo Yin's expulsion of Mo Xiangjun from the family. They were afraid that in the future, it would be difficult to explain to the royal family because there was no divine official. But what was Mo Yin thinking at the time?
He kicked her out without hesitation, despite the pressure from the entire elders. At first, they didn't understand why Mo Yin, who always took the family as his responsibility, was so willful and didn't leave himself a way out at this moment.
Now thinking about it, I realized that they were the stupidest people. Could it be that someone had already arranged all this sixteen years ago?
When mentioning the new goddess and the new priest, every member of the elders' group felt complicated and uncomfortable.
Because the feeling of not being trusted or even being thrown out is really unpleasant.
Even though their final outcome was for the benefit of the family, the elders in the Council of Elders still had dissatisfaction written on their faces.
At this moment, they were standing in the restriction, looking at Wei Jie and Yu Hen on the left, who were constantly trying various methods to break through the restriction, and looking at Lingwu Grass on the right, sucking the blood of the goddess bit by bit. In private, they actually had a selfish thought for the first time.
Since Mo Yin is so confident and doesn't take them seriously, does that mean he is confident enough to deal with today's chaos?
Thinking of this, they exchanged glances silently, and their original posture of being ready to fight at any time gradually calmed down.
However, Mo Yin and Mo Yuan, who were fully focused on Ling Yuan's changes, did not notice any of this, which meant that there would be a baptism of blood today.
"Brother, why haven't these Spiritual Mist Grasses changed color in such a long time? Didn't they say that they would change after swallowing the Goddess's blood? Why haven't they changed in such a long time? Could something be wrong?"
They watched Ling Yuan suffer at such a close distance, but they could do nothing. They even had to watch their own sister endure such torment with their own eyes. This was too cruel for Gongzi Yan.
But she had no choice, she had no way to change their fate, especially, if they didn't do this today, what would await them in the future would most likely be the painful price of the entire empire disappearing due to lack of spiritual energy.
Although this has nothing to do with them, who would have wanted them to have such a bizarre life story?
The existence of Mohism is due to the prosperity and prosperity of the empire. Every sixteen years, a goddess pays a painful price for this. Their mother is like this, and so is the responsibility entrusted to them. Otherwise, there would be no need to go to so much trouble to send them to the four continents. If they fail to live up to her expectations, wouldn't it be a shame for her to endure humiliation for all these years?
Once the empire is destroyed, what qualifications will they have to save their mothers?
When she thought about the endless things that were coming up, Gongzi Yan felt as if her shoulders were weighed down by a thousand pounds, making it hard for her to breathe.
Looking at Ling Yuan lying silently in the Lingwu grass, unable to see anything clearly, Gongzi Yan's tears of pain kept falling.
"Yuan'er, you must hold on, Yuan'er, you must hold on!"
However, at this moment, a sudden "click" sound made Mo Yin and Mo Yuan, who were standing next to them, change their expressions at the same time. When they turned around and felt it carefully, their expressions changed drastically in an instant.
Gongzi Yan sensed that something was wrong with them, and asked quickly, "What's wrong?"
Mo Yin's icy eyes gloomily looked at Wei Jie and Yu Hen who were still hitting the restriction. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "These two lunatics actually want to destroy the restriction. If they break through, I'm afraid Yuan'er will be affected."
Gongzi Yan's expression changed, and he turned back involuntarily, meeting Yu Hen's eyes, who was looking at her with a worried look on his face outside the ban.
"What should we do? They must be worried sick, brother, how about I go and talk to them?"
Mo Yin refused without a second thought, "No, you must stay here and keep an eye on Yuan'er without blinking. If anything happens to her, you will not only have to fish her out, but you will also have to replenish the blood for the Lingwu grass on her behalf."
Lingwu grass, as the name suggests, is the source of spiritual energy that carries the spiritual energy of the entire empire. Don't underestimate these grasses. They may seem inconspicuous, but under their special effects, they utilize the tremendous power contained inside the stone statue to evaporate the spiritual energy bit by bit.
Every time the Spirit Mist Grass sucks spiritual blood, it will never stop if it doesn't have enough. At this time, its first choice is the blood of the goddess. If the blood from the goddess is not enough, it will transfer it to the Goddess. It will not turn bright green until it is full. At that time, the spiritual energy source of the empire can be preserved.
As for how many years these spiritual energies can last, it also depends on the factors existing in the goddess' own blood.
Some last three to five years, some ten years, and some can reach fifteen to twenty years. However, it is said that the blood of the Princess Mo, the founder of the entire empire, Mo Mi, lasted for three hundred years.
From this, it is clear that as time goes by, the spiritual resources that the Mo people can bring to the empire have become increasingly scarce.
However, this goddess is different from other goddesses because she is special in that, like Mo Mi back then, she possesses a miraculous personal space. With a personal space, a person's overall quality will change, and the spiritual energy index in her blood will reach an immeasurable level.
If Ling Yuan succeeds in this sacrifice, then what awaits the Dragon Empire may be a true goddess that only appears once in a century.