There was a reason why the Ghost Domain had been quiet.
The energy contained in the blood left in Zhao Huai's body was simply too powerful.
It took Mo Bai and the people from the Divine Sect half a year to fully absorb it. A body that had once hosted the primordial spirit of a supreme beast couldn't be judged by the standards of an ordinary alchemist.
Days turned into years.
Due to the powerful inheritance power left by Zhao Huai, Mo Bai, nourished by the offerings, grew stronger and stronger.
The others in the Divine Sect all channeled their spiritual energy into Zhao Huai's body to help him transform the powerful inheritance power in the blood.
Mo Bai's body and abilities were getting stronger and stronger.
His current abilities even far exceeded those of his father, the Divine Throne.
When he finally completely absorbed the power in the blood, in the Ghost Domain, the palace suddenly shook violently as a huge force shot up to the sky and down to the earth.
The people around Mo Bai were all shaken ten meters away.
Even the man in the purple - gold black robe couldn't withstand such a powerful impact. He covered his chest, felt a sweet taste in his throat, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
But at this moment, a slow smile appeared on the face under the purple - gold black robe.
"It's done!"
"My son has finally achieved great success!"
The man in the purple - gold black robe stood up and looked at the center. Mo Bai's body was faintly glowing with a purple light, and the outermost layer of the light was starting to turn golden.
Mo Bai suddenly opened his eyes.
For a moment, his pupils were fiery red.
The tiger shape between his eyebrows also began to change and then directly transformed into the shape of a giant dragon.
Mo Bai got up.
He didn't remember when he started to only wear black clothes.
"Thank you, father, and all the elders and guardians, for your whole - hearted assistance. I, Mo Bai, will surely lead the Divine Sect to dominate the entire Nine - State Continent."
Qingfeng Mingyue, Baizhi Canglong, and all the elders knelt on one knee one after another, placed their hands on their chests, and bowed their heads, looking pious and humble.
"May the Ghost Venerable live forever! Our Divine Sect will surely be prosperous!"
Mo Bai was the only Ghost Venerable to emerge from the Divine Sect in the past five hundred years.
The supreme being in the Ghost Domain would surely cause chaos in the jianghu in the future.
By the time Mo Bai achieved success, Zhao Shuning had been in the Lin family for half a year.
In the blink of an eye, she was already seventeen years old.
In the Lin family, Zhao Shuning was still like before, spending her days with the four arts of the Chinese literati: guqin, chess, calligraphy, and painting.
However, strange things had been happening frequently in the Lin family recently.
For example, two days ago, there were suddenly two stinking corpses in the young master's room. After Lin Feng sent someone to investigate carefully, he found that the two were two new women from a brothel that he had taken a fancy to.
Another example was that just yesterday, Madam Haitang suddenly woke up from a nightmare. She grabbed an axe and chased Lin Feng around.
She didn't come to her senses until Lin Feng locked her in a cage.
Going further back, there was the incident that happened early yesterday morning.
When Lin Feng woke up, he found that Beauty Xiao beside him was gone. He got up to look for her and found that Beauty Xiao was sitting in front of the dressing table. She was combing her hair one stroke after another with a wooden comb and muttering something.
Lin Feng tentatively called out to Beauty Xiao. Unexpectedly, Beauty Xiao's body suddenly stiffened and then fell backward.
When Beauty Xiao woke up, she had absolutely no idea what had happened last night and looked completely confused.
Now, the Lin Mansion was in a state of panic. Everyone said that the mansion was haunted.
The maid who served Zhao Shuning was a new one.
She watched as her young mistress calmly painted on a huge and extremely time - consuming scroll.
In the scroll, there was a handsome young man holding a bow and arrow, shooting at the wild geese flying in the air.
By chance, there were exactly twelve wild geese.
Behind the young man, there was a row of willow trees. Under the willow trees, a beautiful woman was slowly combing her hair in front of the lake, using the lake as a mirror. But if you looked closely, you would find that the face reflected in the lake was not a human face at all, but a demon wearing a mask.
Looking further into the distance, there was a brothel.
In front of the brothel, a man was embracing two women and having a great time.
But behind the man, around the corner, there was a pair of eyes staring intently at the backs of the three.
The maid watched as her young mistress finally inscribed words on the painting that she had been working on for so long.
"Miss, this painting?"
"It's done. Let it dry and then you can put it away."
"Ah? Miss, aren't you going to mount it? You've spent so much effort on this painting. It should be shown to everyone so that they can know that our young mistress is as gentle as a lily and has a wonderful pen."
Zhao Shuning shook her head.
She still said, "Put it away after it's dry."
She had started planning this painting from the day she entered the mansion.
For the past half - year, she had pretended to be weak and cautious in the Lin Mansion. When she met Lin Feng, she would respectfully call him Master Lin. By the way, Lin Feng didn't like the younger generation to call him Master. He thought this title made him sound too old.
Seeing Zhao Shuning, who was praised by everyone in the eyes of outsiders, being so submissive in front of him, Lin Feng would be in a great mood.
Since Zhao Shuning returned to the Lin family, the family's economy had been growing higher and faster day by day.
In Lin Feng's eyes, no matter how powerful a person was, they would respectfully call him Master Lin when they saw him.
Every time Zhao Shuning called him that, his vanity soared.
So in the past half - year, every time there was a banquet, he would invite Zhao Shuning. It wasn't that he doted on her. He just wanted to take the world's most beautiful woman with him, have her follow his orders, and let the news spread so that his reputation would be even louder.
Zhao Shuning complied with his wishes.
If you want to make a person extremely disappointed and painful, the premise is to lift him to the highest point, let him enjoy the flowers and applause, and then throw him heavily to the ground.
That kind of pain is unforgettable.
Now, Lin Feng's vanity was becoming more and more inflated.
Zhao Shuning walked out of the room. The painting was dry.
The maid slowly rolled up the painting.
"Shallow words, misguided actions."
"Maple leaves, desolate."
"But sad not to see, the fall of the Lin family."
When the maid read the last line, she suddenly covered her mouth.
She quickly rolled up the painting. What did the young mistress mean by inscribing such words? Didn't she know that if the master found the last line, there would surely be a huge commotion?
Zhao Shuning was sitting by the pavilion in her courtyard.
The maid walked over nervously.
"Sit down."
"Miss."
"Have I ever told you why I chose you to enter my courtyard back then?"
The maid shook her head.
Zhao Shuning smiled faintly. "Your name is Huan'er. You once had a sister named Lüwu, right?"